18, 1942 Biskra, Africa
really a tired Indian tonight. Up at 6:00,
breakfast at 7:00, briefing at 8:00, take
off at 9:30 and over the target, Bizerte,
at 11:45. I saw more flak than I've ever
seen before. We were just damn lucky not
losing a plane in the group from fighters
and anti-aircraft. The 97th followed us over
and lost two planes. Back home at 13:50 we
were interrogated, had some stew and tea,
then worked like hell loading bombs and filling
up with gas the rest of the afternoon. Writing
by flash light after having irish stew,
tea, and a bottle of Mascara for dinner.
Biskra, Africa Nothing
happened today. I was awakened this morning
by some one yelling that we had eggs for
breakfast and of course I hit, or rather
got off the floor immediately. Went
through the Garden of Alla this morning and
enjoyed wandering through the trails covered
over by palm and date trees. Saw my first
rubber tree. Spent the rest of the morning
wandering through the most filthy town I've
seen yet. Dominoes is the chief means of
entertainment, outside of the wine bars.
The game is played exactly the same as ours
except that they down the double blank every
time and the marking is different. Carried
the men three bottles of wine this afternoon,
to keep their morale up. Sent
Christmas greetings to the folks at
home through the message center.
Biskra, Africa Routine
-- nothing happened.
-- nothing except that I got
racked out of my position by
a 1st Lt. on the mission today,
but no bombs were dropped and
no enemy opposition was offered
so I didn't miss anything.
from a bad hotel to a lot worse.