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Swiftly through the week Allied air fleets hammered at the targets. On Monday the U.S. heavies were out again. On Tuesday they were joined by bombers of the Fifteenth Air Force, based in Italy, which flew north to strike at Regensburg, and followed the next day with a raid on Steyr. in Austria. In balanced rhythm the R.A.F. followed the Americans in smashes at Augsburg and Schweinfurt...
...Arnold believes A.A.F. losses have been minuscule. "It is possible that the Schweinfurt mission in which we lost 60 of our bombers may prove to have been one of the decisive air actions of the war." The Schweinfurt plants produced over 50% of Germany's ball bearings. The Regensburg raid caused a loss in production of 500 ME-109s. Cost of that raid to the Eighth Bomber Command...
Lady Moe was brought back from Algiers in a Fortress, after the shuttle raid on Regensburg late last summer, by three sergeants who paid 400 francs ($8) for the little beast. As expected, Lady Moe panicked the home base when she stuck her ridiculous hairy head out of the waist gunner's window as the plane landed. British health authorities were not amused, but eventually gave the animal a clean bill...
...time had come for a change of daylight tactics. The old way was terribly expensive. The Regensburg-Schweinfurt raid had cost 59 planes; the second Schweinfurt raid had cost 60. Percentage of casualties had gone up to over 10%. No matter how precious the targets, the flyers and the fleets could not stand such losses. The Germans had come up with new rocket-bearing fighters which could lurk outside the range of U.S. .50-caliber machine guns. Flak was getting thicker...
Being attacked by the enemy under these conditions had become a nightmare of exploding planes and disappearing friends. Lieut. Colonel Beirne Lay Jr. described the sensations and sights of the Regensburg raid in last week's Saturday Evening Post: "A shining silver rectangle of metal sailed past over our right wing. I recognized it as a main-exit door. Seconds later, a black lump came hurtling through the formation, barely missing several propellers. It was a man, clasping his knees to his head, revolving like a diver in a triple somersault, shooting by us so close that...