one chalked up and I really mean that. Our
target was a town on the West Coast of Sicily
and it was well covered. Thomas
and I were leading the squadron but we had
to let our #2 man take the lead just before
we turned on to our I. P. because our bomb
sight went out. When we finally got reorganized
the rest of the group were miles away so
we were left out there like clay pigeons
for the fighters and they really gave us
hell. Hart got his #4 engine knocked out
and had to feather it on the run and boy,
that's bad. My nerves
are really shot tonight.
May 12, 1943
took Hart to Laseni to see his brother today.
Even though it was a holiday, I was in the
air five hours but it wasn't like going on
a mission. Hart has eight days off to spend
with his bud, the lucky dog.