PM015, PO A. Kinchloe reporting. We might dominate the day time skies, but the Jerry night fighters still pack a punch. We were passing just east of Paris when we got jumped by a Tame Boar. Bastard just destroyed us. First pass I saw — I actually saw it! — a cannon shot ricochet off my oxygen tank. Blood splashed everywhere. I thought I'd been hit, but when I looked behind me my navigator C. Lipscomb had a hole in his chest I could have put my fist through. It was awful, but the #1 engine was running away and the Hun bastard was already making another pass. Eventually we managed to shake him, but by then we were in no shape to continue. Neither, frankly, was the plane. (17 hits, 181 Peckham points)