Delivered Denver 10/2/44; 1SAG Langley 4/4/44; Morrison 26/4/44; Assigned (PFF) 49BS/2BG Amendola 8/5/44; 774BS/463BG Celone 5/44; Missing in Action Linz 29/11/44 with Pilot: Jerre Atchinson, Co-pilot: Clarry Pratt, Bombardier: Stephen Kennedy, Radio Operator: Marvin McCloud, Waist gunner: Conrad Stinde, Waist gunner: Fay Wyman, Tail gunner: Jim Koch (7 Killed in Action); Navigator: Addison Goodell, Flight engineer/top turret gunner: Kenneth Knaack, Ball turret gunner: Albert Schneider (3 WIA, but survived); ship crashed during take off; Missing Air Crew Report 10627.



The following is an account of the events of November 30 by Albert Schneider written in an autobiography.

"I was a member of a B-17 bombing crew. Airmen, it seemed to me, developed a form of brotherhood in which every man is depending on every other man in the plane.

We were flying night missions and on November 30, 1944 in southern Italy, it happened. It had been raining for fourteen days and air operations were nil. Intelligence said the Germans were rebuilding very fast. A call went out for volunteers; one ship from each group was needed. We got the job and we're glad of it. Take off time at 1:15 A.M. rolled around with plenty of rain and fog but so what, we'd done the same thing plenty of times before and down the runway we streaked, but this time was different. Perhaps a faulty motor, no one will ever know. We rose twenty-five feet off. The ground, going 110 mph then slowly settled back. The two inboard props hit and threw the nose of the plane up at a very sharp angle, only to drop again with two engines afire, to rip off the nose and throw two men clear. The plane continued to careen on its mad path, spewing flaming 100 octane gas in its wake, finally coming to rest in the midst of a plow field. I got out, I don't know how but I know I had to get up and walk, and walk I did. Approximately forty feet from the plane was my limit. I looked frantically for my buddies but no one was in sight. They were still in that flaming mass and try as I might, I couldn't move an inch further. Finally, one came staggering out, aflame from head to toe. I screamed at him to lie down and roll. He did and passed out in his frenzied efforts, directly in front of me. I threw dirt on him and rolled him until the flame was out and that was all I could do for him. "The others", I thought and at that instant two and a half tons of bombs detonated forty feet away.

Have you ever been run over by a steam roller or been squeezed so tight your eye balls bulged or you felt that any second all your entrails would part with you. That was the feeling I had. Yes, I was still conscious as the ambulance boys picked me up.

Some days later in the hospital, I found my back had been broken in three places, pelvis in five, right leg twice, brain concussion, ear drums broken, internal injuries, burns, cuts, and contusions; however still very much alive. The buddy who was burned so bad died the next day."