Friday April 23, 1943

The words that follow are transcribed verbatim from the journal my father, Lt. Ben H. Rushing, kept during his deployment as a navigator on a B17.

The words that follow are transcribed verbatim from the journal my father, Lt. Ben H. Rushing, kept during his deployment as a navigator on a B17.

April 23, 1943

This morning was rather bad. We were on the alert, but they called the mission off. This afternoon just as I was getting ready for a nice evening of rest, they called us down for a briefing. We went after a troopship about 20 miles off the coast of Sicily. We got one & possibly more direct hits on it. We didn’t see any fighters and only saw about 5 or 6 bursts of flak. No fighters at all.

We got back to Bone & the weather was terrible. We tried about 3 times to get to the field, but just couldn’t make it. We went back to Bone & landed. They were very nice to us, fed us, and gave us 5 blankets each. Tommy and I put ours together. It was a hard bed, but I managed to catch a little sleep. Wish I could be in my good bed back at camp. Boy I could sleep (in) this kind of weather.

April 23 comp

Note: Bone, Algeria is now called Annaba.

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