My Grandpa was a B24 pilot. All 30 of his missions mapped against Nazi occupied Europe in 1944.

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PomeloPepper on March 12nd, 2022 at 19:37 UTC »

A friend of mine's father also flew his 30 missions. I know the survival rate was low for the air crews to complete all 30, but I don't know the exact percentage.

From what we were told, the pilots got treated exceptionally well when back at base, with real orange juice for breakfast, etc.

PomeloPepper on March 12nd, 2022 at 19:39 UTC »

The most chilling account I read of the pilot's lives during that time was that with the high death rate "it was as if your fellow fliers had gotten on a train and left. But you didn't miss them, because you knew you'd be getting on that train soon too."

xLiquidx on March 12nd, 2022 at 21:38 UTC »

That’s cool as hell. I wonder how many actually completed 30 missions? One of my relatives was shot down in ‘44, survived, and spent the remainder of the war as a POW. He gave this account after the war ended:

We were on what I think was our thirteenth mission. Our target was near Berlin and when we reached there a cloud bank had built up in front of our target from the ground to about 40,000 ft. The target was still visible and the mission leader incorrectly judged that we could drop our bombs on the target before we entered the cloud bank. Before we could drop our bombs, we entered the clouds and were thrown into a spin from the prop-wash of another group that passed over in front of us. We went into the spin at about 25,000 ft. and I seriously thought that we would never come out of it. However, because of Lt. Schuman's expertness [sic] as a pilot, he brought us out of the spin at about 15,000 ft. We were all alone and we immediately started to look for another group of planes that we could join for protection. We could find none, so we went down on the deck (SOP) after Ass't. Eng. H.L. Newell had kicked the bombs out with a screwdriver. The spin had jammed them up so that they would not release in any of the usual or emergency ways. Also the spin had put out of operation all except the two guns in the top turret and the two guns in the ball turret. The shells for the other guns had spilled out of their cases and become damaged so that all other guns were jammed. We could not use the guns in the ball turret because we were flying so close to the ground.

We headed for England and after flying about two hours we were about 30 km. from the North Sea at Oldenburg, which is near Bremen when two German FW 190s picked us up. The first pass they made at us they sort of sized us up and probably discovered we had only two guns in operation. On the second pass they knocked out our No. 1 Engine but we continued to fly at an IAS of 230 mph. On the third pass they evidently put a shell of some sort up into the cockpit which killed Lt. Schuman, flash-blinded Lt. Charles F. Jordan, the co-pilot, and knocked me out with a piece of the shrapnel in the head. I was unconscious off and on for some five or six weeks, so the rest of this is as I remember it as related to me by Jordan, who was not injured except for the momentary blindness from the flash of the shell and a few minor burns and cuts. We crashed into the ground with no one at the controls. Jordan had his safety belt fastened but Schuman did not. I was still in the nose with Lt. Louis Nicolai, the bombardier, when we hit, but I bounced through the side of the ship and landed some 40 yards away. When the ship came to stop, Jordan unfastened his safety belt and stepped through the hole that I had left when I passed through the side of the ship. He saw my arm move and since I was the only body he saw that moved, he came over and helped me get into a ditch for the ammunition was exploding all around us. After this was over we got out of the ditch, but got back in again when one of our own P-47s started to strafe the wreckage of our plane.

German civilians started to arrive on the scene and were acting quite hostile, but luckily some Luftwaffe soldiers arrived and took us into custody. As they were taking us to a car, I saw two German soldiers taking Lt. Schuman's body from the wreckage. Jordan also saw this and we both agreed later that he was dead then and had been killed before we crashed. I was partially conscious for five or six weeks and that is the one scene of the crash that I do remember with clarity. Jordan and I thought we were the only two to come out of the crash alive, but when we arrived at a first aid station we saw Sgt. Richard S. McCormick, the ball turret gunner, laying on a table. We did not know at that time if he was alive, but I have heard from him since my return to the States. The three of us are convinced that all other crew members are dead.