February 25, 1945
Three days later, on the twenty fifth of February we again flew to Linz, Austria, target was the south main marshaling yard. Turned out to be our most destructive mission, as far as our plane was concerned. We counted twenty eight flak holes with one piece traveling right through the nose turret, missing me by inches, cutting my heated suit cord, which had to be replaced by a spare if I was to keep warm. Also in the waist an oxygen line was shot out, but we made it back in seven hours an forty minutes.