B-17 Flying Trenches Narrative Report

I couldn’t believe that Russian operator. He was sending at thirty-five words a minute by hand, a rate so fast I thought it was a machine transmitting until I heard him screw up. He was truly exceptional, but most of his comrades were fast enough to make the best Americans sound like amateurs, sloppy and slow. It didn’t matter, though. Our equipment was so good that they couldn’t make a noise anywhere in the world without us hearing it.

These long distance raids were eventually abandoned because of the loss of life and airplanes. On some of these bombing raids, the servicemen and air crew had a one in twenty chance of returning alive from their missions and six in the British bomber aircrew were killed, one of the highest casualty rates ever during

We came across a tennis racquet, a guitar, assault jackets, packs, gas masks, everything.” The following day the newspapers were swarmed with headlines such as one from The Chicago Tribune entitled “Doughboys get the Glory for Allies Success” that said, “But this was power, sheer power, with which we were to crack Hitler’s fortress, and men kept coming while the naval guns blasted enemy artillery in pillboxes many feet

Three C-17's rolled in, in formation, taking her breath away, she became restless. Her father dropped her off, she gathered herself, popped her cap and was gone, quickly out of the way of her father's time. Once inside, took her cap off, dissipated into the crowded room to a empty seat, During the Colonel's debriefing, She heard the roar, the buildings rattled, she held her breath along with the cap in her hands, and wish she had another hand to reach for the flailing heart in her chest. She was seeing her father off again, like in 03, or maybe before, its not like she'd actually remember it, but, the feeling was by implication, seeing her father coming home, unable to realize that things could've went differently.

I had called for cover from my team before I engaged the enemy. I went in close to find what kind of plane I was chasing. It was a BF-109 E. The plane that had the best climb rate of that time. I started to shoot at him when I was .3 Km away.

The day was December 7th, 1941 early morning. I got up and stretched groggily because of the long hours of sitting. We had been up most of the night guarding one of the most precious new breakthroughs in technology, the radar. There had been several prototypes, but this was the real deal. I had insisted on the radar being on because I wanted to know everything about it.

The landings were unsuccessful, and the troops were faced with such impenetrable defences that they made little progress. The troops were exhausted and the Casualtylys rising they only option had one option left, and dug into

They managed to do this by coming through weak spots on American defenses. On this same day there were also reinforcements sent by airdrops. The point was to strengthen the forces. Due to the successful reinforcements, Allied planes were able to attack German tanks. Throughout the first week of the battle, the Germans heavily attacked the U.S. side.

The planes nailed the enemies, explosions, and bullets were all around. Kyle thought to himself “This is great, I love this. It’s nerve-wracking and exciting and I love it” (Kyle pg.77).

In addition, the attack on Moscow took place during the month of October when ice and snow covered the ground. The T-34’s wide tracks overcame the frigid landscape and pushed the less mobile German advance back, which prevented the capture of Moscow. The Soviet forces counterattacked the Germans resulting in a loss of many thousands of German infantry, 800 German tanks, and 300 German guns. Regarding the T-34 tanks, the Panzer Commander F.W. von Mellenthin stated “‘These tanks were not thrown into battle in large numbers until our spearheads were approaching Moscow; they then played a great part in saving the Russian capital (Tucker-Jones).’” Consequently, Hitler called off the attack on Moscow on December 5, 1941.

But in an effort to save a few others, The uniform holds the truth. Awfully fortunate to be returning home, A Catch-22 agreement. Thoughts darkening with no escape, Like a mind eclipsing near death, Drowning at the depths of the English

In addition, the attack on Moscow took place during the month of October when ice and snow covered the ground. The T-34’s wide tracks overcame the frigid landscape and pushed the less mobile German advance back, which prevented the capture of Moscow. The Soviet forces counterattacked the Germans resulting in a loss of many thousands of German infantry, 800 German tanks, and 300 German guns. Regarding the T-34 tanks, the Panzer Commander F.W. von Mellenthin stated “‘These tanks were not thrown into battle in large numbers until our spearheads were approaching Moscow; they then played a great part in saving the Russian capital (Tucker-Jones).’” Consequently, Hitler called off the attack on Moscow on December 5, 1941.

Dalene E. Bailey was an Air Force pilot during World War II. During the war he helped evacuate British soldiers in Burma after it was being captured by Japanese. Col. Bailey also made several bombing runs in B-25’s. He is a widely decorated soldier and has been in skirmishes with Japanese Zeros, and met headhunters.

A normal day where they were not fighting on the front/in the trenches where soldiers lived started off at 5am where the soldiers “stand-to.” They did it half an hour before and after their rum ration at 5:30am. Breakfast which typically consisted of bacon and tea was at 7am. At 8am, the soldiers cleaned themselves, weapons and maintained the trench by tidying it up, taking the war debris and dead bodies out. Officers would inspect it after they finished. Dinner was served at noon and after dinner came their rest time with some soldiers on duty. They had tea at 5pm following stand-to half an hour before and after dusk. From 6:30pm, the soldiers worked all night such as digging the trenches, putting barbed wire and patrolling, leaving them very

My life up until just a few months ago had been spent surrounded by people I knew, whether that is a blessing or a curse I’m not sure. However, the numerous gentlemen about to announce their presence to us were Germans, bent on slaughtering the likes of us like cattle. The German front was about four hundred yards North, across a snow and fog covered valley. The fog was incredibly dense, and the sky, soon to be painted with unfamiliar constellations, was getting darker and darker as time went by.