The Cost of Freedom Foundation

Memories of a Tailgunner by Lt.Col. Eugene Carson

Friends: Gene Carson has written a book of his experiences as a tailgunner with the 8th AF in WWII. This is no ordinary book as you will see if you read it, which I encourage you to do as it is quite remarkable. His book is titled: “Wing Ding: Memories of a Tailgunner”, and you can order it at www.genecarson.com

Webmaster note: Lt. COL Carson has given us his written permission to post excerpts from his book, and we are sincerely appreciative of this generous offer.

Remembering:

"I no longer hear the roar of the engines, the chatter of the guns and the savage bursting of the flak. The smell of cordite and the fumes of gasoline no longer curl into my nostrils. The great air war of World War II is history. However, there are nights and there are days I find myself reliving moments of a now historic era. The memory returns as if a realistic dream and once again I find myself a member of a B-17 crew. My eyes search the sky for the Luftwaffe; flak rattles our B-17. I see aircraft fall, both theirs and ours. Too few parachutes dot the sky. I slowly come to the realization, I am here and it is now. The records of the 8th Air Force list more than 47,000 casualties with over 26,000 deaths."

"There were short missions and long missions. But there never was an easy mission. Each mission however short or long was filled with danger from the onset to the end. The final bell tolled for those involved in on-ground explosions, crashes on take-off, the all too frequent mid-air collisions, crashes during flight and crashes on landing. In some cases death came from friendly fire and errant bombs dropped from one of our own aircraft flying at a higher altitude onto one of our aircraft at a lower altitude."

Courage:

“People speak of courage. I am not really sure about courage. Under moments of stress when it seems there are only seconds to live strange things take place. Who can give you courage or train you to know exactly what to do when a burst of flak punches a softball size hole in the windshield and fragments spray throughout the cockpit area? Who can prepare you to do what is necessary when severed oxygen and hydraulic lines ignite with unbelievable intensity next to a box of flares? I’m still not sure it’s courage when you conquer intense pain from wounds and continue to fight for survival. Such are not moments calling for courage; they are moments demanding action. There is no time for courage.

The need for courage comes the next day. It comes the day after you have returned to your barracks where you found the empty bunks already stripped of personal effects and property. There is no trace of the personal effects of the prior occupant. You endure a long and lonely night of bad dreams and sleep fitfully with interrupting thoughts. You know you are going again at dawn; it is then when there will a need for courage.”

Ground Crews:

“Ground crews often worked through the night to repair the damage and get us ready to go again. Their ability to affect repairs overnight under what were nearly impossible conditions was amazing. They never let us down. They were there waiting long before it was time to take off and they were there long after we returned from a mission. In short the ground crews were incredible. There was nothing quite so sad as watching a ground crew pick up their equipment and move reluctantly away from the hardstand when their airplane failed to return.”

Our sincere thanks to Lt. COL Carson for his service and for the privilege to post these excerpts.

Return to our W.W.II Table of Contents   

Return to our MAIN Table of Contents 

We must never forget that FREEDOM is not FREE!