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LUCKY BASTARDS’ CLUB

George Shepard was my wingman on April 17, 1945. We were issued the usual equipment and rode to our ships on the hood of a Jeep. The weather was fine that day. We took off about 9 a.m., formed up and headed to meet up with our assigned Bomb Group. I don’t recall any particulars on the escort.

After the bombers started their run, the 339th Squadrons split up and went to various strafing targets. The 505th discovered and hit a dispersal area where enemy aircraft were dispersed and camouflaged over a large area, south

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