The crew of the U.S. Air Force B-17 Flying Fortress, "Little Caesar," 96th Bomb Group, 338th Bombardment Squadron, based at Snetterton Heath Field in Norfolk, England. All but 1st Lt. Sidney Rosberger and Lt. Edward Quigley perished on July 29, 1943, in the aftermath of a brutal WWII bombing raid over Warnemunde, Germany. Not pictured are interim navigator Lt. Jerome Boland and interim bombardier Joseph Lewis, who filled-in on Little Caesar's ill-fated final mission, after Rosberger and Quigley were grounded, recovering from injuries. Here's a brief, but gut-wrenching synopsis of Little Caesar's final mission, excerpted from the book, “Snetterton Falcons:” ". . . The final 96th testimony comes from Lt. Ed Quigley, bombardier aboard Lt. Cecil Walters' Little Caesar. There was nothing left of the lead squadron by now. The lead and his deputy had been shot down. The others had aborted. Over in the lower squadron, Hugh Moore had been shot down and the others, heading for home, were running a terrible German gamut. At this juncture in the slaughter, Captain Francis Madsen had taken over the 96th lead from his high squadron position. He didn't have much of a group left behind him, just Walters, Bob Hodson and Charlie Mooreland (and perhaps that mysterious 5th plane mentioned in the press release, which was lost near the English coast.) Bombardier Quigley finishes the Oschersleben story from his perspective just before the approach to the target: 'Fighters were pressing home savage attacks. A fortress broke out in flames across all four engines. I saw 5 chutes open. A German fighter exploded, a ball or orange flame hanging in the air. Another fort' twisted out of control, en engine burning, it's tail sheared off. In the nose of Little Caesar, empty shell casings were piling up. Jerry was coming in for the kill and was swarming all over our tiny four-ship element. I began firing from the right nose gun. A Yellow Nose dipped to go under. All the guns on Little Caesar were firing now. I could hear the pounding of the top-turret and the distinctive CHUG-CHUG of the ball. Tracers were everywhere. I started to turn back to the nose guns when something smashed me in the back. I was thrown face-down upon the bombsight. I looked around. Sid Rosberger, the navigator, was sprawled on his back, almost on the escape hatch. The unmanned guns were swinging wildly and smoke was pouring through the shards of plexiglass. Then, Sid and I both got up. Walt, the pilot, was calling on the interphone. Told him everything was OK and got back on the guns. About ten minutes later, when the Germans gave us a breathing spell, I knew that I had been hit. I put my hand under my jacket in back and showed Sid the blood. He took a closer look and said he thought it wasn't too bad. I went back to the fighters again." Lt. Quigley eventually put his bombs on target. "I guess there must have been flak," he writes, but I don't remember. We turned on the I.P., the lead ship shot off its flares and I opened the bomb bay doors. I tried looking for the target, but it was too painful to bend over. The lead ship dropped and I let our bombs go too and close the doors." On the way home, Quigley had time to think of his wounds for once. "When England appeared on the horizon," Quigley recalls, "I went into the radio room, where I became scared for the first time. I started shaking and smoking my way through a pack of cigarettes. We came over the field, shot off a flare to tell the Sawbones to be ready with the meat wagon and came in. Walt pulled off the runway, leaned out cockpit the window and waved to me as I struggled between two medics. That's the last I ever saw of him." The tragedy of Oschersleben did not end today. Quigley would be hospitalized for months; but tomorrow, as we shall see, the rest of his crew, except for Sid Rosberger, would be lost. In November, when Ed Quigley returned to combat, the only person he recognized was fellow bombardier Ray McKinnon. 'Dear God, Ray,' Quigley would ask, where is everybody?' McKinnon didn't have an answer. Inside the lonely Nissen, the two charter-member bombardiers embraced and wept." -- Snetterton Falcons, Page 40-41 ★ IN MEMORIUM ★ 1st Lt. Cecil Walters 2nd Lt. James Olsen 2nd Lt. Jerome Boland 2nd Lt. Jospeph Lewis T/Sgt. Ralph Lewis S/Sgt. Frank Wade Jr. S/Sgt. Roland Domenick S/Sgt. Joseph Truit 2nd S/Sgt. Joseph Wolozyn T/Sgt. Barnett Goodman