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Last book read: The Fall of Fortresses
Author: Elmer Bendiner
Acquired from: First time visit to out-of-the-way hobby shop.
Edition/Type: First edition Hardcover.
Rating: 9.8/10
Type: Non-Fiction
Comment: A deceptively profound book chronicling the start to finish of the author's service as navigator in a B-17 during WWII.
Bendiner participated in the era of bombing mission that had fighter protect only over the Channel. All forays into Germany and France were unprotected and it was during this time that the Army Air Force suffered its highest losses. The losses suffered during this time were quite horrendous. He casually noted.. Some 300 men were lost over Bremen on Friday. Another 280 at Anklam the next day. On Sunday we went to Münster and another 300 men went down to death of capture.
This book doesnt concentrate so much on the actual missions, rather his fear of uncertainty he and his fellow aviators faced, and his inability to understand how "The Brass" could plan suicidal missions that could never hope of succeeding.
He participated in both of the bloodiest undertaken by the 8th; missions to Schweinfurt in Aug and Oct '43 where 1200 men and over a 120 planes were lost. In both cases, the target was not destroyed and the losses of man and machine almost ended bombing raids for the remainder of that year.
In between those two raids he had to ditch with the rest of his crew in the Channel. Along with the plane that was lost, went his ability to react like a human for the rest of his service. He admits that he became a piece of the plane, a machine with no feeling towards death or survival.
Below is a quote of what he saw on the return home after Schweinfurt, Oct '43:
Our journey home seemed like an endless run through a terrible maze. At each corner of the maze a body burned. No one could trace the human features in the fire or the charred fragments of uniform and flesh that dropped from the image. You saw yourself in flames and passed on.
Across Germany, across Belgium, across France, amid lowering clouds ran a trail of fires - ghostly flares lighting up an infernal landscape with no horizon, no sun, no shadows. The land was no longer tilled. The cities empty and staring. One imagined a world of grotesque fungi. The only signs of animation appeared in the yellow flicker of burning B-17s
Last book read: The Fall of Fortresses
Author: Elmer Bendiner
Acquired from: First time visit to out-of-the-way hobby shop.
Edition/Type: First edition Hardcover.
Rating: 9.8/10
Type: Non-Fiction
Comment: A deceptively profound book chronicling the start to finish of the author's service as navigator in a B-17 during WWII.
Bendiner participated in the era of bombing mission that had fighter protect only over the Channel. All forays into Germany and France were unprotected and it was during this time that the Army Air Force suffered its highest losses. The losses suffered during this time were quite horrendous. He casually noted.. Some 300 men were lost over Bremen on Friday. Another 280 at Anklam the next day. On Sunday we went to Münster and another 300 men went down to death of capture.
This book doesnt concentrate so much on the actual missions, rather his fear of uncertainty he and his fellow aviators faced, and his inability to understand how "The Brass" could plan suicidal missions that could never hope of succeeding.
He participated in both of the bloodiest undertaken by the 8th; missions to Schweinfurt in Aug and Oct '43 where 1200 men and over a 120 planes were lost. In both cases, the target was not destroyed and the losses of man and machine almost ended bombing raids for the remainder of that year.
In between those two raids he had to ditch with the rest of his crew in the Channel. Along with the plane that was lost, went his ability to react like a human for the rest of his service. He admits that he became a piece of the plane, a machine with no feeling towards death or survival.
Below is a quote of what he saw on the return home after Schweinfurt, Oct '43:
Our journey home seemed like an endless run through a terrible maze. At each corner of the maze a body burned. No one could trace the human features in the fire or the charred fragments of uniform and flesh that dropped from the image. You saw yourself in flames and passed on.
Across Germany, across Belgium, across France, amid lowering clouds ran a trail of fires - ghostly flares lighting up an infernal landscape with no horizon, no sun, no shadows. The land was no longer tilled. The cities empty and staring. One imagined a world of grotesque fungi. The only signs of animation appeared in the yellow flicker of burning B-17s