(He) 111. I went at it and fired like a bat out of (you know what). The He-111 had a gunner in the back of the plane, I just kept firing and firing 'till the guy stopped, probably dead. One of the engines was smoking as the darn Nazi disappeared into a cloud. The fighting was over for that day. March 5, 1944 (the next day)- I am escorting another group of fighters to Bordeaux in southeastern France along with forty-five other P-51 Mustangs. A small group of Focke-Wolf (FW) 190s caught us by surprise. I am the last person in the formation, so they went after me. They had the advantage and their bullets ripped my Mustang apart. My airplane fell into a spin and I was scared to death. The Glamorous Glen was going down into flames. I safely drifted down to earth under the canopy of my parachute. I landed in a forest, gathered up my parachute and hid. Fortunately a French farmer found me, not a German soldier. They took me into their home and hid me, knowing that if the Germans found out they would shoot us all. The family helped me get to the snow-covered Pyrenees Mountains. The family that was helping us get into Spain then turned and headed back leaving my friends that I found along the way and I to get over the mountains and into

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