Fickle Finger of Fate

Like the participants in all great battles of the past the men of the Eighth Air Force flying out of England gradually slip into history the sound of their living voices like the tumult of their deadly missions becoming only echoes in the minds of those surviving them. A treasure of individual stories will die with most of them. Many want or wanted to quietly forget or withhold the details of those times. Some few leave us with more specific remembrances in poignant oral histories or the written word. The following account is one of those precious records. As a farm boy in central Pennsylvania Ray Ives never imagined the course the world or his life would take as Europe fermented and eventually exploded into World War II. In this fairly brief and crisp telling of how he came to his fate in a German prisoner of war camp next to the North Sea Ives a commissioned 2nd Lieutenant relives Black Thursday the 14 October 1943 mission over Schweinfurt Germany through the eyes of a bombardier in the Plexiglas nosecone of a B-17 Flying Fortress. From wake up call to the order to bail out of his flak- and bullet-shattered plane at 25000 feet above the French countryside to his subsequent evasion eventual capture and experiences in Stalag Luft I Ray revisits the emotions and strange coincidences of the time. In doing so he causes us to think of what must have been the thousands of other unique and fascinating stories of brave airmen shot from the skies and forced to wait out the war at the mercy of the Nazis. Devoid of soppy fabricated emotions to develop interest the 'real' story is worthy in itself of substantial publication as part of the archives of World War II history. Underlying it's telling is a tongue-in-cheek sense of humor that Ray has maintained to this day and which invigorates the text. 106 photos illustrations documents. A Merriam Press World War 2 Autobiography.