April 26, 1943
We were briefed this morning at 8:00 for a mission to Italy. We took off at 9:30. It was such a long flight. We got back here about 5:00. I was almost dead.
We went to the airdrome at Grosseto. It was an easy mission but flak got one 17. He got a direct hit. The first burst got him. He went into a spiral and then headed straight down. I lost sight of him. Someone said they saw 4 chutes open. I don’t see how anyone at all got out of the thing. He must have had the control cables cut & couldn’t pull it out. It was bad. Seems like a dream to me. It all seems so unreal. I just don’t seem to feel anything. I’m tired. It was my 36th mission. Hope I get lots more too. It think I will come through OK.