title: Untold Valor: Forgotten Stories of American Bomber Crews over Europe in World War II
author:  Rob Morris 
description: For the men of the Army Air Corps in early World War II, the chance of surviving the obligatory twenty-five missions without death, injury, or imprisonment was one in three. In this groundbreaking book, Rob Morris has sought out remarkable but little-known stories of the air war from the men who lived and fought it.<br /><br />Based on hundreds of interviews with American veterans and their families, <i>Untold Valor</i> illuminates the courage of airmen whose exploits have until now remained untold. Read about Jewish aviators experiences as POWs in German camps. Learn about American airmen who were imprisoned, even killed, by the neutral Swiss and about two Air Corps enlisted men who changed U.S. policy toward liberated concentration camp survivors. Also discover the unusual story of Luftwaffe commander Herman Goerings nephew, who flew B-17 missions against Germany. While some of the stories cover major events, most are about incidents and individuals misrepresented or overlooked by history books. Yet their efforts were vital, their lives forever changed.<br /><br />Detailed and moving, <i>Untold Valor</i> is certain to interest the serious air historian and the casual reader alike. With a foreword by the editor of <i>B17s Over Berlin.</i>
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  I REMEMBER WE GOT COWBOY SUITS ONCE
  
  
  I was born three years before Hitler took Europe into the Second World War, so
  all my early memories are set against a backdrop of London during the Blitz. I
  was never afraid, I was completely unaware of the danger; to kids like me it
  was a huge adventure with plenty of excitement. As the bombs rearranged the
  area around us, we found new places to play among the rubble.
  
  
  We came to recognise the noise of all the different aircraft engines, and we
  knew when the engines cut out on the doodlebugs that someone near us was about
  to cop it. If there was a local hit someone would say, ‘that sounded like it
  was on Medlar Street,’ and we’d all run round to see who had got it. I can
  remember when the fish shop at the top of Wyndham Road was hit and the next
  day we were
  
  
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  EDDIE RICHARDSON
  
  
  playing in the crater. When a bomb landed really close, the windows of our
  flat would blow in. We couldn’t wait to get outside to se