Misfortune
17th august 1943. Time quoted as German Summer Time (= British Summer Time + 1 hour).
03:00 | 06:15 | 10:45 | 11:17 | 11:25
Waking up this morning is a painful experience for the enlisted men. The orders they received the evening before that they had to prepare extra under-wears, toilet articles, and mess kits had caused them confusions, disputes, suppositions and ... insomnia. Breakfast is served but in an obvious special way that is just enhancing the speculation that today something big could be expected.
The hall is filled with cigarette smoke. Sgt. Joe Schreppel and his companions are sitting at the edge of their chairs waiting anxiously for the Information Officer to remove the covering of the map that will reveal the target of the day. Will it possibly be Berlin and then fly to Russia? The Officer gives them a bit of a thrill by vigorously pulling the cover of the map. Then a moment of dead silence till they realize that the trip is leading deep into Germany and then to Africa. There is an outbreak of dismay and disbelief. The tension has mounted till the Officer takes the word:
The officer gives more details and closes his speech:
Still discussing, the airmen leave the briefing room. They still have to get their weapons, and parachute. To put their attire for the very cold journey is already a hell-of-a-job. Some hurriedly write to their loved ones in the home front, others are making deals with their pals in case they won't return. The whole airfield is set in uproar; all kinds of vehicles roll back and forth, more than hundred of plane engines are warming up. Ammunitions, bomb loads and oxygen are being loaded. Fuel reserves are being checked and rechecked.
In the meantime, fog has slowly blanketed the whole area.
The first crews are already being brought to their aircrafts.
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