28, 1942 Tafaroui, Africa
got back from an eight hour bombing mission
on Bizerte, Africa. Up
at 4:30 -- breakfast to 5:00 -- briefing
at 5:30 -- take off 8:00, over the target
11:30, and landed at the base at 4:00 P.M. No.
1 classmate "Toby" was shot down
and the plane exploded when it hit the water.
Capt. Bruce of the 32nd also went down. These
were the first two crews and planes we've
lost. It's kinda hard to take when they go
down like that. Some of the crew members
might have bailed but it is doubtful, nothing
like living in hopes though. This
was the roughest one yet, more flak and
a hell of a lot of enemy fighters --
FW 190 -- ME 109 -- and ME 210. We got
a number of them but there is no way
to tell how many. I saw one go down in
flames and explode in mid air about 5000'
above the water. I'll never forget it.
29, 1942 Tafaroui,
day, loaded 500 lb. bombs this morning and
brother that is a job winding them up by
hand. It's been like Xmas
here tonight. Fred just got in from England
and he brought a plane load of mail that
had collected since we left. Everyone got
mail and is in much better spirits. I got
eleven letters and one package so I am really
beaming. We had some decent
food today for the first time -- no hash thank
God. The coffee is still just as horrible
made from salt water. Fred
moved in with us -- so there is eleven
of us in here now -- had to make
room for my buddie.
Colonel Gormley just came in and announced
a mission for tomorrow.