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"In June 1942 I took part in a raid on Tripoli as the Rear Gunner in a Wellington bomber. There was a lot of flak over the target and in all the confusion no one noticed anything out of the ordinary happening to the plane. Mission complete, we had a peaceful 300-mile flight back to the desert airfield at Kibrit. But when we landed the ground crew, instead of coming to give us a hand, cleared off as fast as they could. We were mystified-until we climbed out. Then we got the shock of our lives. Sticking out of a tail fin was a 250-pound bomb. The bomb had been dropped by a Liberator of the American Air Force over the same target area. I was only three feet away from the bomb in the rear gunner's nest. A good job I didn't know it was there at the time!" - John Robertson - 108 Squadron RAF

 

At under 10,000 feet, well inside Germany, we were "almost" joined by another B-24 with tail ID of our 2nd Wing - it had a white horizontal slash on a black fin. Our new acquaintance flew off our right wing almost line abreast, but stayed almost 100 yards away. He flew with us at least 25 minutes, never wavered, never answered our radio call on any channel, had no gunners, had waist doors installed (I'd never seen such on our A/C.) Our gunners first noticed that no turrets were moving - a mandatory procedure for 8th AF bombers in a combat zone. WE noted that the pilot had a slightly different helmet on than ours, though we couldn't make out his face He wore no flak helmet...very strange. He did not respond to our signal to close up formation. We discussed the option of shooting him down - he was spooky - but we couldn't be sure if he was a big bogie, and we were the crippled one, not him. We didn't have long to think on it; as we neared the Rhine River he banked sharply away from us and headed east, back to his Nazi lair. - H. Cameron Murchison - 735th Bomb Squadron, 453rd Bomb Group, 8th Air Force

 

He and other pilots fought to remain in formation so they could use each other's guns to defend the group. Rojohn saw a B-17 ahead of him burst into flames and slide sickeningly toward the earth. He gunned his ship forward to fill in the gap. He felt a huge impact. The big bomber shuddered, felt suddenly very heavy and began losing altitude. Rojohn grasped almost immediately that he had collided with another plane. A B-17 below him, piloted by Lt. William G. McNab, had slammed the top of its fuselage into the bottom of Rojohn's. The top turret gun of McNab's plane was now locked in the belly of Rojohn's plane and the ball turret in the belly of Rojohn's had smashed through the top of McNab's. The two bombers were almost perfectly aligned -- the tail of the lower plane was slightly to the left of Rojohn's tailpiece. They were stuck together, as a crewman later recalled, "like mating dragon flies." - Glenn Rojohn - 100th Bomb Group [Heavy]