It was a Saturday, a wintery day with sunshine and about 2 feet of snow on the ground. The clear skies were filled with the roaring sounds of an armada of four-engine bombers. The conditions at this time in our part of the Black Forest had been peaceful and wholesome, but the harsh realities of the war literally fell into our neighborhood with these four crashing bombers and their crews whose faces were as human as those of our relatives who had to serve and suffer in the war. by Johannes Storz, who resided until 1952 in Hardt, Germany Current address, Baton Rouge, Louisiana