My best friend’s grandfather was on the Polesti raid. Arthur Peterleus <spelling?? I can’t remember I have all the information saved at home.>
Before he passed I got to talk to him a lot. It really choked him up so I didn't pry at all. About 75% of the entire mission was lost on that raid. he watched best friends in planes nest to him burst into flames and burn to death, or slam into the ground from 300 feet at 200 MPH. He said the fireballs from the explosions would go up higher than the planes, and they had to weave or fly between them.
On the way home the pilot put the nose down from about 1000 feet to tree top level and full power to try and get away. I don't remember where but I thought he said Crete or Cyprus or something they had to land at because they were out of fuel and couldn't make it all the way to the base in Africa. On the ground they took turns passing along and filling the tanks with 5 gallon gas cans until they had enough to get home.
He flew in over 30 missions that he could recall, and most of them were about 12,000 to 15,000 feet he said, all in 2 different B24’s the main one being “Blondes Away”. There were a few B24’s named that and I did find his one time, but can’t anymore. I have the picture of the crew at home, and when I found it printed it out and laminated it he teared up a bit seeing it.
I also got to help preserve all his paperwork, his flight training card, his plane identification report card, a USO news paper with his picture in it, a whole bunch of stuff.
He said that mission was the dumbest they ever did.