That wasn’t the truth though, or at least the entire truth. For one moment, and just that one moment, I was nothing more than Robert Lewis, a co-pilot flying among the clouds almost 45,000 feet above the ground.Ġ425. It felt strangely good to, only for a second, be detached from the mission. I have managed to find some sort of distraction for a few minutes, while we had troubles with the interphone system. I’ve been a co-pilot every day for over a year, so why did I just feel my heart drop into my stomach? In this moment I begin to try and unsuccessfully reason my way out of the disturbance in my head. We’re the experts, yet I feel as though we are all oblivious to something.Ġ245. Still, there is a notion that something is missing. The procedure is being followed perfectly as it should.
We’ve now checked off everything that we are instructed to check. We have just started engines, ready to take off at approximately 0235 aboard the B-29 bomber, or as we call her, Enola Gay.
