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| The picture above is of me taken by my engineer on the way back from a visit to Germany. It is the radio room of our B17. On the ledge above my head is an area
that I found you could put things out of the way. After you have had that oxygen mask on for maybe 6 to 7 hours, you take it off at 10,000 feet and find that your mouth has the taste about
like the inside of a hindu jockstrap. I mean, BAD BAD! So, I found that I could swipe two oranges from the mess, put them up behind that ledge, and they would freeze solid. At 10,000 feet they
were the nectar of the gods!
Top right is a portrait taken upon completion of my combat tour. At right is a mug shot taken for my escape kit. - Phil Anderson |
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