Aircrews over the Reich suffered terrible casualties, and their deaths were gruesome. The most famous poem in English from WW II is Randall Jarrell's "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner":
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
We cannot forget the price they paid to destroy a monstrous evil.
I love knowing more about your father. It explains why you're such an incredible human being. And I'm not sure folks know what a real hero looks like anymore, but he certainly was a man of great valour.
Aircrews over the Reich suffered terrible casualties, and their deaths were gruesome. The most famous poem in English from WW II is Randall Jarrell's "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner":
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
We cannot forget the price they paid to destroy a monstrous evil.
I love knowing more about your father. It explains why you're such an incredible human being. And I'm not sure folks know what a real hero looks like anymore, but he certainly was a man of great valour.
What an interesting life your father led! Thanks for sharing!! I look forward to checking out Hell Above Earth!