As a copilot, my father flew his B-17 from Texas to England in 1944. The plane never made it back to the states, however. It was shot down over Germany on his 14th mission. Fortunately, the only abuse as a POW was a kick in the pants by a policeman immediately after his capture. After his release in 1945, my father did have a good time in Paris where the military had given him several hundred dollars twice to “live it up.” … Sixty-three years later, looking at the glass-engraved monument at the Duxford Imperial War Museum outside of London with engraved images of individual lost American aircraft of WWII in the European theatre, I had a lump in my throat. The vast majority were the heavy bombers, particularly B-17s.
Mark