Hell's Angels: The True Story of the 303rd Bomb Group in World War II by Jay A.

Description: FREE SHIPPING UK WIDE Hell's Angels by Jay A. Stout Now in paperback--the riveting true account of one of the most legendary fighting air forces in World War II.The true story of World War 2s legendary Hells Angels-the 8th Air Forces 303rd Bomb Group.Although the United States declared war against Germany in December 1941, a successful assault on Nazi-occupied Europe could not happen until Germanys industrial and military might were crippled. The first target was the Luftwaffe-the most powerful and battle-hardened air force in the world. The United States Army Air Forces joined with Great Britains already-engaged Royal Air Force to launch a strategic air campaign that ultimately brought the Luftwaffe to its knees. One of the standout units of this campaign was the legendary 303rd Bomb Group-Hells Angels.This is the 303rds story, as told by the men who made it what it was. Taking their name from their B-17 of the same name, they became one of the most distinguished and important air combat units in history. The dramatic and terrible air battles they fought against Germany ultimately changed the course of the war.INCLUDES PHOTOS FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Lieutenant Colonel (Ret.) Jay A. Stout is a retired fighter pilot who works as a senior aviation analyst for one of the worlds preeminent defense corporations. During his twenty-year military career he logged a remarkable 4,700 flight hours, including thirty-seven combat missions during Operation Desert Storm. His writing has been read on the floor of the U.S. Senate, and he has been widely hosted as an aviation and military expert on various television and radio news shows including Fox, NPR, and Al Jazeera. He is the author of Unsung Eagles- True Stories of Americas Citizen Airmen in the Skies of World War II; Fighter Group- The 352nd "Blue-Nosed Bastards" in World War II;and many other military nonfiction titles. Review Praise for Hells Angels"[An] epic tale of the World War II aerial campaign over Europe...Hells Angels is a gripping and awe-inspiring book."—Nathaniel Fick, author of One Bullet Away"Its all there—the boredom, the devotion, the horror and even the humor in an industrial war fought on a global scale that well never see again. Unit histories just do not get any better."—Barrett Tillman, author of Whirlwind and Forgotten Fifteenth."Jay Stout is a triple-threat aviation historian—an experienced combat aviator, a meticulous researcher and a compelling story teller. His uncanny eye for authentic detail allows Hells Angels to be the incredible story of the 303rd Bomb Group and the bombing campaign that crippled Nazi Germany. Stout makes a hard-ridden topic seem fresh and new again. Highly recommended."—Walter J. Boyne, Author/Historian"Jay Stouts reputation as a hard-hitting, authoritative, yet easy-to-read aviation author is upheld with this book. Readers looking for new insights and material will not be disappointed. Highly recommended."—Donald Caldwell, author of JG 26: Top Guns of the Luftwaffe"A well-researched, beautifully written, and deeply evocative paean to the 303rd Heavy Bombardment Group—and all the young American heavy-bomber crewmen who, from 1942 to 1945, went out, facing a high probability of death or imprisonment, to grind the German industrial base to dust."—Eric Hammel, Author of The Road to Big Week"Jay Stout has done a masterful job. The life and death struggles are told using the mission records, personal writings and experiences of one of the Eighth Air Forces most successful bombardment groups. All who wish a complete understanding of the role played by the Eighth Air Force and the strategic bombing of Germany should read this book."—Keith Ferris, Artist and Military Aviation Historian Promotional The True Story of the 8th Air Forces Legendary 303rd Bomb Group. Review Quote Praise for Hells Angels "[An] epic tale of the World War II aerial campaign over Europe... Hells Angels is a gripping and awe-inspiring book."--Nathaniel Fick, author of One Bullet Away "Its all there--the boredom, the devotion, the horror and even the humor in an industrial war fought on a global scale that well never see again. Unit histories just do not get any better."--Barrett Tillman, author of Whirlwind and Forgotten Fifteenth. "Jay Stout is a triple-threat aviation historian--an experienced combat aviator, a meticulous researcher and a compelling story teller. His uncanny eye for authentic detail allows Hells Angels to be the incredible story of the 303rd Bomb Group and the bombing campaign that crippled Nazi Germany. Stout makes a hard-ridden topic seem fresh and new again. Highly recommended."--Walter J. Boyne, Author/Historian "Jay Stouts reputation as a hard-hitting, authoritative, yet easy-to-read aviation author is upheld with this book. Readers looking for new insights and material will not be disappointed. Highly recommended."--Donald Caldwell, author of JG 26: Top Guns of the Luftwaffe "A well-researched, beautifully written, and deeply evocative paean to the 303rd Heavy Bombardment Group--and all the young American heavy-bomber crewmen who, from 1942 to 1945, went out, facing a high probability of death or imprisonment, to grind the German industrial base to dust."--Eric Hammel, Author of The Road to Big Week "Jay Stout has done a masterful job. The life and death struggles are told using the mission records, personal writings and experiences of one of the Eighth Air Forces most successful bombardment groups. All who wish a complete understanding of the role played by the Eighth Air Force and the strategic bombing of Germany should read this book."--Keith Ferris, Artist and Military Aviation Historian Promotional "Headline" The True Story of the 8th Air Forces Legendary 303rd Bomb Group. Excerpt from Book INTRODUCTION I surely wish this was all over and we could be thinking about coming home but there is a long hard job ahead yet and there will probably be no going home for many. I just hope that the people back there realize what everyone is going through for them. --Letter home, John McGarry, February 19441 ROBERT HALLIGAN STEPPED OUT of the familiar sweat-and-oil-and-cigarette stink of the dispersal tent and into the fresh, gray wet of the English morning. Only a handful of the 303rds B-17s were visible through the fog. The gray blanket likewise muffled the aircraft-readying noises made by hundreds of maintenance men and their equipment as they prepared more than three dozen bombers for the days mission. There had been a mix-up in aircraft assignments, but it was finally settled that the John McGarry crew would fly Spirit of Flak Wolf to Marienburg, Germany; Halligan was the crews navigator. The big ship hulked on its hardstand directly in front of him. Halting rivulets of water traced paths down its sides and gave it a muscular sleekness. Halligan watched the bombers crew chief walk one of the four propellers through several revolutions to redistribute the oil that had drained into the lower cylinder heads overnight. Swaddled in layers of flying gear, Halligan clumped to the forward access hatch under the nose of the B-17. He tossed his musette bag through the dark hole, grasped the edge of the opening and swung himself up and into the aircraft. His entry was fluid and easy. Experience had done that. The first time he tried to pull himself through the door--during training back in the States--he flailed and scrabbled and collapsed back to the ground in an embarrassed, out-of-breath heap. Inside, Halligan collected the bag and ducked onto the narrow catwalk that ran beneath the pilots compartment. Behind him he heard footfalls and the clanking of metal on metal as the other crewmen readied the equipment at their positions. As big as it was, Spirit of Flak Wolf still juddered gently as the men moved about and positioned their gear. Their voices were indistinct mutters that betrayed no emotion despite the fact that the mission was to be the 303rds longest yet. It would be Halligans twenty-fifth mission. Had it been just a few months earlier it would have been his last. But just lately the required mission count had been raised to thirty. Halligan wasnt angry. Rather, he was resigned. In fact, he had been resigned for a long time. But it wasnt a giving-up sort of resignation; rather, it was an acceptance of fate. Whether he died or lived depended not only on his skill and that of his crewmates but also to an enormous degree on considerations over which none of them had control. On luck. Regardless, he was resolved to do his best--he owed it to himself and to his comrades. Still, the odds seemed to be closing on the McGarry crew. Of the previous twenty-four missions, the men returned to Molesworth with all four engines running on only four. Flak, fighters and mechanical gremlins dogged the crew on virtually every sortie. Halligan settled himself at the little desk mounted to the left bulkhead of the aircrafts nose. There, he arranged his charts and checked them against the notes he had taken during the early morning briefings. Spirit of Flak Wolf was slated to fly near the rear of the formation and consequently, barring a catastrophe, the responsibility for getting to the target would not fall to him. However, it was imperative that he be continuously aware of the aircrafts position. He had to be ready to give McGarry an accurate heading home in the event the ship was separated from the rest of the 303rd. Kenneth Foe, the bombardier, stepped up from the catwalk and into the nose with Halligan. The two men were joined by the sort of bond created only by shared terror. Together, in the glass-and-aluminum cage that was the nose of the aircraft, they had fought enemy fighters, endured flak and sweated out mechanical failures that could have forced them down over enemy territory, or worse, into the icy North Sea. Too many times they had turned to each other when their very survival was at stake. And although their faces were clamped under oxygen masks and goggles, their eyes had unerringly communicated the fear they both felt. Halligan and Foe checked the four .50-caliber machine guns for which they were responsible. They heard McGarry and the copilot, Willie Cotham, in the pilots compartment above and behind them. The flare signaling the time for starting engines was due momentarily. Halligan looked out through the water-spotted glass of the nose and noted that the visibility had not appreciably improved. There was the flare--a streak of yellow that disappeared immediately into the clouds. McGarry shouted and signaled through the window on the left side of the cockpit, and Halligan saw the crew chief nod and raise a thumb from where he stood outside in the wet. Two other ground crewmen stood ready with fire extinguishers. There was a murmured command in the cockpit, and then the left outboard engine--number one--whined and ticked as it slowly wound the propeller through two or three faltering revolutions. Then, the engine coughed blue smoke, caught and settled into a smooth, syrupy rumble that spun the propeller into a translucent disc. A low, vibrating growl thrummed across the airfield as the rest of the groups B-17s came to life. The crewmen aboard the bomber were all business as McGarry and Cotham started the right outboard engine--number four. The pilots would taxi the aircraft on only the two outboard engines in order to save precious fuel. The two remaining engines would be started just before takeoff. The interphone crackled as each man double-checked his equipment and reported his status. Halligan, alone in the nose with Foe, felt somehow comforted as Spirit of Flak Wolf , with engines running, no longer felt like a cold, inanimate machine. Rather, as did every aircraft, it vibrated with a subtle timbre that was its own--almost as if it were a living thing. Only a few minutes passed before both the bomber and its men were ready to go. A green flare arced up from the control tower, and the aircraft assigned to the front elements of the 303rds formation rolled from their hardstands and onto the taxiways that ringed the field. Halligan knew that McGarry was ticking off the different bombers against a list as they taxied. It was imperative that he put Spirit of Flak Wolf where it belonged in the long line of big machines. Finally, McGarry signaled the crew chief and immediately a ground crewman trotted around the left wingtip--clear of the spinning propeller--and pulled the wheel chocks away. There was another exchange of signals, and Halligan felt the aircraft shudder as McGarry advanced the B-17s two outboard engines. He looked left and returned the salute that the crew chief aimed at McGarry. He was never sure if the ground man saw him, but he always returned the salute on principle. The aircraft ahead of Spirit of Flak Wolf blasted up mud and water and small stones. A clump of propeller-blown something made a muddy streak down the left side of the glazed nose. Halligan considered whether or not the climb through the clouds would wash it clean and guessed that it probably would not. Both he and Foe looked up when the aircraft was rocked, as if by a heavy wind. The pilot of another B-17 powered up its engines to pull a wheel clear of the sodden patch where he had let it wander, just off its hardstand. A rock ticked hard against the glass in front of Foe, and he reached up with his forefinger and touched where it hit. There was another green flare and the mission leader started his takeoff roll. Halligan watched the heavily loaded bomber use most of the runway before pulling itself clear of the ground. A few seconds later it disappeared into the gray murk. The rest of the 303rds aircraft followed at thirty-second intervals. A short time later McGarry and Cotham started the two inboard engines--number two and number three--finished their takeoff checks, and swung Spirit of Flak Wolf onto the runway. They pushed the throttles forward and let the engines settle into a smooth, ready roar before releasing the brakes. Halligan noted that the aircraft was slow to move; the crew had never flown aboard such a heavily loaded ship. Nevertheless, the bomber did accelerate slowly down the runway. Stuck onto the front end of the aircraft as they were, Halligan and Foe had a view of the takeoff like no one elses. The B-17s initial jouncing damped into a smooth roll as the wings created lift and began to pull the aircraft from the uneven pavement. And then, at a distant point of the runway where none of the crew had ever been, Spirit of Flak Wolf was airborne. Halligan watched the ground disappear as the bomber hauled itself into the low-hanging clouds. There was a sudden, mechanical roar and the aircraft lurched. Halligan felt it yaw even as McGarry and Cotham pushed the engines to full power. An engine had failed. Halligan--even through the din of the hard-pressed motors--heard the two pilots above and behind him strain as they wrestled with the bombers controls. And then McGarrys voice came over the interphone. He sounded frustrated, but not frightened. He ordered the men to don their parachutes. Halligan and Foe exchanged their fearful glances one more time. So soon after takeoff there were no oxygen masks to hide their faces. It occurred to Halligan that Foe looked old. And tired. Behind Foe, through the glass nose, Halligan saw the ground again. And trees. The load that Spirit of Flak Wolf carried was too heavy for it to climb on only three engines. There was a jolt and th Description for Sales People Stout has direct experience as a combat aviator, having flown 37 missions during Operation Desert Storm. Contains interviews with surviving Hells Angels veterans. Includes a 16-page black-and-white insert. Interest in WWII is always high - 2016 will mark the 71st anniversary of its end. Details ISBN0425274101 Author Jay A. Stout Short Title HELLS ANGELS Language English ISBN-10 0425274101 ISBN-13 9780425274101 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2016 Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Subtitle The True Story of the 303rd Bomb Group in World War II Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States UK Release Date 2016-01-05 US Release Date 2016-01-05 Narrator Tom Judd Translator Brian Boyd Edited by Brian Boyd Birth 1939 Affiliation Associate Professor of Psychiatry, Bipolar Clinic and Reseach Program, Massachusetts General Hospital Position Associate Professor of Psychiatry Qualifications Ph.D. Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Publication Date 2016-01-05 DEWEY 940.544973 Audience General NZ Release Date 2016-02-28 AU Release Date 2016-02-28 Pages 480 Illustrations 1 Illustrations We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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