My Dad lied about his age and joined the Army Airforce. He was but 17 and flew 32 missions from Diss, Suffolk, over Germany. He was a ball turret gunner on a B 17 until the Army fattened him up a bit and with the good EastAnglia beer, he got a bit of weight forcing him to become a tail gunner for the rest of the war. He never talked much about it.

My uncle was shot down after dropping bombs on Bremerhaven in '43 and died in a crash in Denmark. I have been to the site his B 24 crashed with the man who was but a teen and found the wreck rescuing the 2 survivors from the Germans by hiding them in a hay stack until he could get them to the Danish resistance that night. War is a terrible thing.