![]() ![]() He was hit with a pinspeck of flak and we teased him mightily, but he never got his Pur-ple Heart to my knowledge. Well we were lucky, holes all over and Waist Gunner, Enoch E. (Flak wasn't bad at all - we simply got out on it and walk-ed around, if you know what I mean, and played football). Vreiling, our copilot, yelled out -"Fighters at 12 o'clock level!" I swung around to that direc-tion, but it wasn't fighters at all, it was flak over Emdem. It began kind of calm until we hit the I.P. ![]() What a way to get indoctrinated into com-bat - the head of the Ruhr Valley. My first combat mission was on Christmas Eve, 1943, to Emden, Germany. That was the end of Heaven (end of the hero movie stuff). Oh man! - Floppy hat, sharpshooter medals - I was going to kill Hitler. One year after being drafted, I was a Flight Engineer on a B-24 Crew, Mighty Eighth, 392 BG, 578 BS, Wendling, England. After a boat ride on the Aquatania, I arrived in Scotland. Then to Topeka, Kansas and to the Port of N.Y., and a one-week pass to go home. Then a year in Basics Gulfport Tech Training School Boise, Idaho Laredo, Texas and Pocatello, Idaho. Knox, KY, where I took many tests (aptitude). Drafted in October, 1942, my first camp was Ft. ![]()
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