Barth Germany
I went down on September 11th, 1944, in one of the war's biggest air battles. We lost 48 bombers and 29 fighters. The Nazi's lost 175 planes. I saw the sky filled with spinning, burning planes, untold number of parachutes, enemy planes shooting into our bombers by the hundreds. (They came from high above in a "Wolf Pack", fired at the bombers and then headed straight down to their hideaways. This tactic avoided--as much as they could--direct confrontations with our fighter escourts, but they had so few planes left, they could no longer afford to do so.) But I got one of them before bailing out.