Dave Shaffalo was the instigator: I see him at most of our crew reunions.

Then there was the "Gooney Bird." When, periodically it would spray DDT, we'd have to hurry out and cover the "lister bags" to keep the oily chemical out of the drinking water (so called).

Of course everyone remembers the outdoor movies and the accompanying downpours that would drench us every night.

On the serious side, a mission that comes to mind is the low-level raid on Tokyo early in May 1945. When the Japanese blew a king size hole in our left wing near the inboard engine and we lost over 300 gallons of fuel, it became clear that we had an emergency on our hands. Iwo Jima was zero-zero; Siapan and Tinian were so saturated with traffic we didn't even try to land there, and North Field made us go around for a B-29 with a dead tail gunner aboard. We landed at the little field south of there with something like 100 gallons of gasoline remaining. We learned that we had received 41 flak holes in our aircraft. Ho-hum ….. "