I've often wondered what went through the minds of the men who were part of the crews on the big bombers? The initial boredom of the flight, alone with your thoughts, preparing your weapons, watching your squadron mates airplanes around you, probably wondering which of them won't return. The the adrenaline rush when enemy fighters are seen. Then the total helplessness one must have felt when the flak started as there was nothing you could do to the flak, after all you couldn't shoot at it if you were the crewman who manned defensive weapons. The feelings of relief when you were back at your home field. Then the waiting to see who didn't make it back.
My father, who was a Marine, has always said he respected the pilots of the planes that protected the skies above him when he was fighting in the Pacific. He knew that they'd fly their missions, and go back to a "comfortable" base where they could eat and sleep, while he remained in the front line. He knew they had a very difficult job.
I've added a bunch of photos for one of the United States' main bombers, the B-24 Liberator.




Plus a bunch more . . .
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