Down in the nose, Jack Mathis was ready. He was a country boy from Texas, slow but sure, not very excitable and yet pretty excited now. This was the biggest daylight raid the Eighth Air Force had ever carried to Hitler.
The target, the U-boat works at Vegesack, near Bremen, was nearly lined up in the bombsight. Topside, Jack's skipper had called for readiness. Suddenly a burst of flak punched the plane on the nose. Jack Mathis was hit in the chest, side and back. The plane shuddered, went right on into the groove. Jack picked himself up, crawled in a...
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