B-17 photos

24 August 2010

Me before takeoff. Speaking generally, I was scared. Doing this day after day, up there where the air is thin and freezing and with Nazis shooting at you, must have been unspeakably terrifying. More evidence that they were made of sterner stuff back then.



The original 'Nine 0 Nine' flew 140 missions. This ship was delivered too late to see combat but was renamed in honor of its distinguished predecessor. It had a peculiarly radioactive history.




Ready for takeoff. Note the relative lack of safety equipment and abundance of sharp edges. See comments above regarding sterner stuff. Most who flew with me also had a family connection with B-17s. With me in the radio compartment was a woman whose father in law was a pilot and a guy whose uncle was a bombardier. My uncle, Joseph Harry Joffe, was a navigator. His ship, a B-17 F, tail number 42-30608, from the 326th Bombardment Squadron of the 92nd Bombardment Group (Heavy), was shot down over the Frisian Islands between 11:00 and 11:30 AM on Friday 26 November 1943.



High above the reservoirs of Westchester.



Above the Hudson River at about 1000 feet, looking out the nose.



Video of the view from the top turret, looking forward and then back


A view from the nose looking at the bombardier's seat as we crossed the Hudson.


Another view out the nose from the bombardier's position, looking over the bombsight.




The equivalent of my uncle's desk.


This is the view from the navigator's window at the port side engines. Everywhere on the plane was absolutely deafening. The only way to be heard was to shout. 



The flight was a remarkable and humbling experience.

See this link for additional photos and information on B-17s. Almost 13,000 B-17s were produced during World War II but only about a dozen are still flying today. Some 4754 B-17s were lost in the European Theater of Operations during the war, and the Eighth Air Force lost close to 58,000 casualties. As decent people it behooves us to respect the sacrifices of these men and their machines.

I hope to produce a documentary film about my late Uncle Harry (shown here with his wife Irene) in 2013. This is the entry of his name on the Wall of the Missing at the Netherlands American Cemetery in the village of Margraten east of Maastricht. The photo is courtesy of Mr. Paul Hamm, to whom I am grateful.

November 2010