My late grandfather was a ball gunner on B-17F "Cash and Carrie" out of the 390th BG/570th which flew out of England. After 13 missions, his 17 was shot down October 10th, 1943 on the Muenster mission (I think) presummably by an ME- 109. From what I understand, the whole front end was shot off. The entire crew (including grandpa)bailed out, save for the pilot and co-pilot who then managed to belly land somewhere in Germany. All survived with minimal injury. Grandpa spent the remainder of the war in Stalag 17B. He died when I was two (1974, do the math) so I never got the chance to talk to him about his experience "over there". My dad said he only talked about it once to him and he was "pretty liquored up". My dad said he asked him if he ever shot one down. He said, "I got one......I think". I suppose this is were my WWII aviation obsession stems from.
Through research to include locating one of my grandad's crewmate's family, I was able to get a very fuzzy German recon photo of the plane crashed on the ground. Needless to say, the 17 was a mess. It looked like the nose was shoved through a meat grinder. However, they were still able to land it and save two lives. My vote goes for the 17 but I'm sure its fueled by sentimental reasons rather than fact. If it weren't for the 17, Grandpa probably wouldn't have made it through 13 missions and I wouldn't be here today typing this at 4am (I work second shift). Those were some brave men back then and I thank every WWII vet I get the privilege to meet.
I got a tour of the interior of a restored B-17 this past summer at an air show. How did anyone, let alone a nearly 6 foot tall man, fit in that ball turret????
Joe