B-17 Specs and diagram at
http://www.eaa582.org/b17_specs.htm My mother was in a bunker in Berlin during the bombings of WWII near Reich Strasse close to the Olympic Stadium. She was in her mid- teens. My dad, from Sherman, Texas was in the first American armored infantry that entered Berlin. They met in 1945 and were married in Berlin and lived until 1947 in the apartment building that she lived in and survived all the years of the bombing. For a time most every evening after school she and her parents took their suitcases and mattress pads to the bunker. They were not Nazis. My grandfather had his cosmetics factory that he co-owned with a Jewish partner confiscated by Hitler and his insane gangsters early in the war and it was turned into a factory that produced war materials. They were given the apartment on Reich Strasse as compensation which turned out to be a blessing as even though it was located near Spandau, an industrial section of Berlin and a serious target for allied bombers, the building survived pretty much intact with only minor damage.
My grandfather was eventually taken by the SS to serve in the military as was many older males toward the end of the war. He was assigned to an anti-aircraft battery in Berlin. He was later captured by the Russians and was interred in a concentration camp outside of Moscow. He made it back to Berlin in time to meet my dad and attend the wedding. He had lost most of his hearing from the anti-aircraft battery shooting and lost his teeth from the diet in the concentration camp. Odd thing, my dad's name was George William Teague, her dad's name was Georg Wilhelm Wichmann. Same names. My grandfather is in the picture, the tall one in black tux and white tie.
Here's a photo taken of my mom at 16 in Berlin and a photo at the wedding. I was born in Sherman, Texas in 1949. Mom retired from Century 21 real estate in New Jersey and lives in Williamsburg, Va, where she volunteers at the German section of Busch Gardens. She went through 20 years or so of therapy to rid herself of the memories of the war especially the days when the Russians entered the city pilaging, raping, shooting horses, old men, women and children. She told me once that occasionally she still hears the thunder of the bombing in her head at nights. Dad is a retired Sheriff in New Mexico. I was assigned to Berlin when I joined the Army Security Agency as an interpreter from '69 thru '71. Mom came over and visited and we went to the apartment building that still stands on Reich Strasse and visited her old apartment. The bomb damage repairs can still be seen. Her childhood girlfriend now lives there in her old apartment. I met her and she showed me photos of myself I hadn't seen that was taken when I was 3 years old when I stayed in Berlin with my mom and grandparents after her divorce from my Dad. Weird how things turn out.
