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Essen, Germany November 2, 1943
The last Lancaster turned away. One more aircraft was supposed to be behind the bomber that was the raid's tail end Charlie. However a night fighter had scored a kill against a Lancaster that was flown by a pilot on only his second mission. The pilot of the true trail end Charlie was on his ninth raid and he was twitchy as he found ways to slide the big four engine bomber to clouds and dark spots without thinking. It was how the other pilots who had survived more than a few raids flew. No one really talked about this, it just was.
Even as the mighty Merlins accelerated the now far lighter bomber away from the target, the city beneath him was on fire. The pathfinders had laid a good set of markings right over the Krupp works. The few longs slammed into the barge and rail repair yards. By mid-morning, the German damage assessment officers would be sending reports that were even more pessimistic than the estimates that the RAF and MEW bomb damage assessment teams had projected.
The last Lancaster turned away. One more aircraft was supposed to be behind the bomber that was the raid's tail end Charlie. However a night fighter had scored a kill against a Lancaster that was flown by a pilot on only his second mission. The pilot of the true trail end Charlie was on his ninth raid and he was twitchy as he found ways to slide the big four engine bomber to clouds and dark spots without thinking. It was how the other pilots who had survived more than a few raids flew. No one really talked about this, it just was.
Even as the mighty Merlins accelerated the now far lighter bomber away from the target, the city beneath him was on fire. The pathfinders had laid a good set of markings right over the Krupp works. The few longs slammed into the barge and rail repair yards. By mid-morning, the German damage assessment officers would be sending reports that were even more pessimistic than the estimates that the RAF and MEW bomb damage assessment teams had projected.