Flying as Red4 in 485th.
Uneventful flight to target, spotted the 410th in the distance as we entered the battle zone, Capt Rea spotted the targets and Red 3/4 went in with guns blazing to silence them.
Attacked 2 groups of targets holding in the woods like scared little rabbits hiding from the eagles. Red 3/4 went in and had good drops on the first group, but poor results on the second.
Once all ordanance was expended we ventured to the south to drop the proverbial chamber pot on the local geman airbase.
Again Red 3/4 dove in, eager to trade some lead with the Jerries, while Red 1/2 played bait. (Red 1 played the part particularly well and caught an 88 for his troubles)
Both Red 3/4 hammered our targets however. Upon watching Red 3 pull up and away while I stayed in the dirt, I mused that the silly bugger is going to get plastered. Coincedentally an almighty wallop introduced itself to my aircraft.
I immediately called hit and turned for home and started assesing the damage:
#2 engine hit, fuel leaks, and the wobblies. Reducing throttle and adjusting rudder trim I climbed to 4,500 and took stock. Both engines seemed to still be operable and she was still flying. I elected to return to base.
Overflying the field Flaps were extended to combat and the roll nearly took her over. Retracted flaps and decided on flaps up landing. Gear came down with no trouble.
two decending orbits later I was lined up on final and touched down with an extra 20mph for luck.
Everything held and all that was left was to have a beer and count the holes.
(140 by my count, and missing a flap)