It is September 15, 1943.
Three waves of B-17 heavy bombers have taken off from air bases in England,
escorted by P47 Thunderbolt fighter aircraft.
They are headed to the western suburbs of Nazi-occupied Paris
to bomb German weapons factories there.
Among them is the B-17 nicknamed “Pat Hand,”
carrying a crew of eleven and
piloted by Ken Murphy, a 25-year-old from rural southeastern Colorado.
The flight south, over the Channel and into northern France, went well.
And the B-17s began their bombing runs.
Airmen in other planes say the Pat Hand dropped her bomb load
over the target at 5:50 PM,
but then flak from German ground-based anti-aircraft fire
struck the aircraft’s right wing, igniting a fire.
The Pat Hand then plunged to the ground, exploding before impact.
When the four-hour bombing raid ended,
the residents of La Garenne Colombes,
a northwest Paris suburb located six miles from Notre Dame,
emerged from their bomb shelters.
And they found bomb craters in their streets,
two dozen buildings destroyed
and a hundred others damaged.
And in front of the old house at 34 Rue Du Château
they found the incinerated remains of the front section of the Pat Hand.
Murphy and his co-pilot lay among the ruins, still strapped to their seats.
The bodies of other crewmen were found scattered across the town.
Of the eleven men aboard the Pat Hand,
two had managed to parachute from the aircraft as she went down.
German sentries killed one as he landed
and took the other prisoner.
4,735 B-17s were lost in combat operations during the war.
This is the story of just one of them.
From the French city’s memorial webpage dedicated to the Pat Hand:
“[T]he city has regained its peaceful face;
and yet years later,
still persists the painful memory of those men,
young and valiant,
who lost their lives in appalling circumstances,
so that a land which was not theirs,
`would regain peace and freedom.”
When I am tempted to lose faith in America,
I try to remember what we once did and what we once stood for.
I live in hope that our national character has not changed.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
— Brenda
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