Sunday, December 27, 1942

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.

Sun. Dec. 27, 1942

We had two air raids last nite. One about 8 o’clock and one about 5 this morning. I didn’t hear any bombs go off.

This morning I read my Bible a long time. I could almost imagine myself back home getting ready to go to church. Oh, how nice that would be to be able to go back home and spend a nice quiet day at home.

This excitement is a bit too much for me. It is really getting on my nerves. I’ll be a nervous wreck if they keep sending us out & some one goes down every time.

People don’t realize what the Germans have down here. This is going to be a tough place to take. Oh how I wish they could get it some way. I’m beginning to get afraid. There’s no use denying it.

We saw a good show this morning. Two P-38s went up after a German ship. There were so high that you could only see the vapor trails. They didn’t get the ship but his bombing was no good. He was after our ground echelon who was coming in on the train. This is getting bad. I will never enjoy anything noisy anymore. Hope I don’t get jumpy nerves. People can’t realize what we boys are going through. Almost every time we go to Bizerta, we lose a plane. I bet they have a thousand flak guns there. You have to fly through the stuff for 5 to 10 minutes. Everyone gets hits somewhere. Some are lucky to not get hit bad.

Dec 27

 

Dec 27B

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