Harold had never felt so alone as he was thrown into a vehicle and shut into darkness transported to an unknown destination.
The aircraft took off in the early morning. The low roar of the plane shook Harold with the same unease he felt each time he went up in the sky.
The men quickly went to battle stations as the guns of the German fighter planes had already begun to pierce the B-17’s hull.
Loretta could only imagine the type of treatment American soldiers received if captured in the Pacific.
“We have no time to waste,” the commanding officer told the men. “Every day we spend on the ground is another day those Jerries advance around Europe.”
Harold had an unwavering love of country and a great amount of pride in being in the Army. He was prepared to do whatever it took to come home to his girl.
This installment finds Harold at Wendover Air Force Base preparing for his upcoming war deployment while keep thinking of Loretta.
Harold knew what he had signed up for, and God only knew he would do anything he had to do to protect the ones he loved.
The Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress was a massive aircraft, with four engines, turret guns, a bomb bay, and a beautiful, 10-panel plexiglass nose.
Loretta hoped and prayed with all she had that Harold would return home safe from whenever he was called to.