Whoever and wherever he was, they happened over him during the day. Said it seemed like hours
USAAF bombed during the day, RAF bombed at night.
This is why we were better than the Brits.
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Whoever and wherever he was, they happened over him during the day. Said it seemed like hours
Well, there you go...don't quote me but there may have been a scene in Patton and that was when Dad brought it up. I may be wrong though but absolutly remember him telling us it was like nighttime in the middle of the dayUSAAF bombed during the day, RAF bombed at night.
This is why we were better than the Brits.
Well, there you go...don't quote me but there may have been a scene in Patton and that was when Dad brought it up. I may be wrong though but absolutly remember him telling us it was like nighttime in the middle of the day
to be fair.. the Brits fended off the Nazis for years before we joined. It cost us dearly to do daylight bombings.. but in the grand scheme of things it was probably fair.USAAF bombed during the day, RAF bombed at night.
This is why we were better than the Brits.
to be fair.. the Brits fended off the Nazis for years before we joined. It cost us dearly to do daylight bombings.. but in the grand scheme of things it was probably fair.
By '42 the Brits couldn't "afford" the losses the US was willing to accept.
The British bomber defensive armament was inadequate - 30 caliber machine guns.Correct. They had no appetite for things like daylight bombing campaigns because they were severely resource-depleted.
So many puzzling air combat decisions during WWII, in hindsight. The brits, for example, ordered up a shitload of GR.III aircraft from the US. Built by Martin, known as the Baltimore and designated the A-30 by the USAAF, it was a light attack bomber of great capability. The RAF marveled at how much better it was than the Bristol Blenheim, for example. So what did they do with it? Mostly training. Limited combat duty in Africa and Italy.
I would have ordered a shitload more and put them into service attacking German supply lines and fixed weaponry - particularly AA gun emplacements. But back then there was limited enthusiasm for targeting the enemies air defenses as a precursor to strategic bombing.
When I was a little kid, we were visiting relatives and my mother tried to get my uncle (her brother) to talk to us about he did in WWII.
He got mad because she brought it up, and he went into the woods (we were at a farm) and wouldn’t come out until we left.
He passed several years later and my cousin showed me some of his stuff and explained to me that he had landed at Normandy a few days after DDay and served through the end of the war, which included his unit liberating a camp the Germans had recently left.
He had demons for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t something they helped people with back then.
Great thread. All the combat stories are interesting and sometimes sad.
I would like to speak up for the average guy. The ones that just did their jobs and didn't win any medals.
My father served in the Navy in the Pacific in WWII and Korea. He was a clerk on aircraft carrier escorts (small aircraft carriers). I don't know much else about his service, but I know he was discharged after WWII and reenlisted for Korea.
My father (who passed away in 1996) was among the many veterans who rarely spoke about the war. I never asked him about it because I knew it would make him uncomfortable.
If you remember we discussed that my ancestor, under Sherman for a time, may have faced off against your ancestors regiment on his way thru the south. I know he was in the Carolinas, Georgia, and Florida. Wild to think about.I have ancestors who fought on both sides of the Civil War. We have a ton of material from my great grandfather, who was a surgeon in the 22nd Mississippi Black Hawk Infantry regiment. Lots of great stories from the letters he wrote home. But maybe the one that is the most entertaining is a diary entry from when he was in medical school at the University of New Orleans:
"24 hours straight of surgery yesterday, after which I went into town for some 'horizontal refreshment.'"
I went to the WWII Memorial when it was 1 week old. It was June 6th, I believe it was the 60th anniversary of D-Day. Moving day.Amazing.
Honor flight triggered a memory for me. We went to the commissioning of the WW2 memorial in early 2000s.
Went with my wife’s grandfather (same one as the first post). He was a coal country guy so very blue collar and old fashioned.
We were in the hotel and families had shirts made up to honor their veteran family member. Some amazing shirts - D-Day survivor with a Higgins Boat on the back of his shirt and the caption “Just Another Day on the Beach” among others.
Grandfather sees a man in a Tuskegee red tails shirt and he makes a b-line to him. Stops him dead in his tracks and shoves out his hand. Thanks him profusely for bringing him home when flying over Italy. Introduced his family. Still gets me choked up.