Ken, one of my favorite uncles was also in the Marines in WWII and got the same offer, only he accepted. They went over what he needed to do before take-off and then the flight of SBDs launched. He said everything was cool flying in formation and they kept a close formation. For whatever reason, they didn't find what they were going after so on the way back, they dropped their payload on a ship hulk that was used for target practice. Everything was fine, he related,
until the dive and pullout. Upon pullout, he said that he threw up "all over himself", in his words. They pulled into formation and he said the closer plane crews were pointing and laughing as he tried to clean himself up.
Never one to shy away from trying anything once, this was his first/last time as a gunner, and he had a new-found respect for those that did it on a regular basis! He was one of those that lied about his age to join at the beginning of the war and went in before his 16th birthday. A colorful character, he always had a bag full of stories about his time in the Marines and I never tired of listening to them. He was a rough-n-tumble guy, but I always enjoyed being included in the "grown-up" discussions, if only as an eager listener.
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