Little Miss Mischief

B-17G Little Miss Mischief

"Little Miss Mischief" returned from Cologne on October 15th, 1944. She was one of the B-17 machines which carried out the second of three day attacks on this town. Your fuselage was knocked a hole and her ball tower at the aircraft belly so tears to pieces that it seemed incomprehensible as the gunner could survive.

Paul McDowell from Bebraska was the second pilot of the "Little Miss Mischief". As far as it concerned him she was him much too slow. She suffered from a damage to a strap area longeron, being due to a vergangegenen use. A sentence of new engines brought her to annährend, however, to the old battle value again.

Mcdowell looked by his thick wind protection pane on October 15th, flying a longer use again than he kicked an oar pedal emptily. As well the board speaking traffic was cancelled, however Mcdowell still be, knew Copilot, Herman Balaban, what had happened. Sergeant James Hobbs, the ship's mechanic, left his command post in the top turret and squeezed by the bomb bay past at the radio room into the back part of the machine. He returned with rigid eyes a while later. MoDowell heard something as: As him to behind large hole accepted to have a look " there " he noticed that the hole was large enough, a calf hindurchzuschieben. The bombardier followed to behind to examine damage around which more nearly and came back, excited because of oxygen deficiency. He hairy with intense words on this that everyone must immediately jump down. It thought new possibilities over to put up of the oxygen mask quickly.

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The gunner of the right fuselage side, Glenn Staughter, had felt a blow below his feet. He had been swept away by his weapon and was found lying again. He looked on the earth deeply under the machine by a number of large, small and middle holes around him all around. Incapably think he observed confusedly that he was still available as a whole, how blood ran from his heavy boot. The mass of his heel of the left foot was to and the other garrison took care of him soon.

All thoughts on the use of bombs and Cologne had vanished, Mcdowell fought with his top-heavy machine. The gunner Ed Abdo was hemmed in in the ragged ball turret under the belly of the aircraft. Somebody shoved a sheet for him by a hole to protect him in front of the icy stream of air.