Well, Peggy PUG didn't last long. The first nightfighter picked us up just over the French coast. None of us knew it was there until it poured lead into our starboard wing. Fortunately, none of the damage was serious, and I was able to stay out of its sights until it gave up on us. The next one caught us on the run into the target, hitting the port wing. We escaped any further damage, but the petrol streaming from the outboard tank was worrisome.
Flak over the target was aimed elsewhere, and Madden gave us a good bomb run. Our flight back was without incident, except it ended too soon. That petrol leak put us into the drink within sight of the English coast, and our friends at Air-Sea Rescue came out for us again. I don't want to get used to this!
F/S Thomas King
Pilot, Peggy PUG
May 29, 1944