Jumped right as we crossed the coast, but we only took one hit in the PW root area. As we got closer to the target we were picked up by a real nasty Jerry who knew his business a little to well. Caused S/F damage throughout the ship, mainly PW, Waist and bomb bay. During the last run Sgt C. Trimble the mid-upper gunner was killed manning his turret. The skipper told our rdo op to check the turret and take over the guns if they still worked. Sgt Reid called back and said it was a mess but the turret and guns were ok. Over the target we evaded searchlights, though one ME-110 made one half hearted pass and disapeared. Flak was right on target and knocked out the intercom. Sgt Loud the Flt Eng was lightly wounded by a piece of flak. FO Mann took over with his bomb sight and dropped 30% on target. The skipper made a hard port turn and made a dash for home.
A quiet bunch as the aircraft landed. The meat wagon coming to take the mid upper away.
The bells of hell ring ding aling aling for you but not for me …