Over the Messerschmitt plant at Brunswick last week, the Flying Fortress Frenesi squared away for her second run at the target. Then the fighters came, twin-engine jobs that slammed rockets into the formation, snub-nosed 190s that whirled through the Fortresses with their guns spitting like alley cats.
Frenesi, with steady Lieut. William Cely of Houston, Tex. in the pilot's seat, got her bombs away all right, but she had been hurt; she was "a mess of holes and ribbons." The fighters hung on. Said Gunner Sergeant Everett Hudson Jr. of West Point, Miss.:
"They...
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