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Into the Cold Blue

My World War II Journeys with the Mighty Eighth Air Force

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Into the Cold Blue

De: John Homan, Jared Frederick - contributor
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One of the last great memoirs of World War II, Into the Cold Blue is a riveting account of the air war over Europe, when hell was four miles above the earth.

A born daredevil, John Homan joined the Army Air Forces after the Pearl Harbor attack. By 1944, he was co-piloting a B-24 Liberator over Nazi Germany, raining death and destruction on the enemy. This first-person account of his harrowing missions—chronicling deadly flights through skies of red-hot flak bursts and airmen bailing out with parachutes aflame—will leave listeners staggered by the determination and grit of World War II aviators.

Fighting a fierce enemy in the air seemed the perfect way for Homan to channel his restless, energetic spirit in wartime, but he could never have imagined the horrors that awaited him. During a vast operation over Nazi-occupied Holland in September 1944, his plane was punched full of holes, its left tail shot away, and a tire blown to bits. Homan wondered how he could possibly survive. The young lieutenant and his exhausted crewmates braced for a nearly hopeless emergency landing. Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, waited the sweetheart he thought he’d never see again.

With wit, warmth, and astonishing clarity, John Homan conveys the skill and heroism of the “Mighty Eighth” Air Force in the most perilous theater of history’s greatest air war.

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“John Homan has gifted us with what will surely stand as one of the definitive eyewitness accounts of the Second World War: a tale filled with nostalgia, romance, and unflinching examples of terror in aerial combat. A book that encompasses the whole of an exceedingly eventful life, Into the Cold Blue is an invaluable addition to the canon of World War II literature.”—Matthew Algeo, author of Last Team Standing: How the Steelers and the Eagles—“The Steagles”—Saved Pro Football During World War II

“Into the Cold Blue achieves that perfect balance of inti- macy and breadth of vision, the personal and the global, as it guides readers on a tour of the air war. John Homan’s truth-telling is delivered with candor on every page. Tales of missed targets, bad planning, failed equipment, sense- less waste, and varying acts of cowardice complement stories of sacrifice, heroic leadership, and grim determi- nation. Anyone curious about life in a B-24 as it roared over occupied Europe must read this book.”—Todd DePastino, author of Bill Mauldin: A Life Up Front
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Like my title says, excellent story. only marred by the veterans political bias as he suffers badly from TDS.

excellent story

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A deeply personal look into one man's story. This story contains wonderful anecdotes of the personal cost of war in a way that is humble, funny, and always with a strong focus on the individual service members experience. I'm a better person for reading it.

Deeply Human

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I am so glad I found this book. My father was John K. “Pup” Dalgleish. He rarely ever talk about his experiences during World War II until i was commissioned in the Army and went on active duty. Then he told me stories of his training and his experiences when he came back from England. But he rarely said anything about the combat action over German. The book author describes the airmen’s experience during combat missions over Europe flying B24. I know this because the few stories my dad did share are all in the book. The story is well written and once you start it it’s hard to put it down. I thank John Holman For writing his story. As I was able fill in my father story. It Must’ve been a thing with the World War II fly boys because my dad regularly told me” straighten up and fly right”

My Father Journey

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I never, *ever* start out by expecting a book to be bad. The books I buy have to look like they interest me. And, at the prices they run these days one expects a carefully-produced, well-put-together product that can at least try to emulate the professionalism of narrators such as the utterly masterful Grosvernor Gardener.

Normally I would assume it is an upper member of the hiererchy at the "Book Listening" division who, on receiving the task—producing a book such as this—would themselves be chosen for their expertise in various niches of contemporay literature— in this case, "Documentary / Memoir / Personal / Aviation / Europe." Or something like that.

You wouldn't put an editor who was best comfortable with romances to such a task. Or a horror-fiction editor. Or whomever. You get the point.

No, you would look for a suitable editor, who would look for a narrator who has a good level of familiarity with language, both their own—knowing, for example, that Ira Eaker's name was NOT pronounced "EE-ker" but "AY-cker—and all the others mentioned in the story, which I would expect they had read through at *least* twice, if not five or even ten times, checking with knowledgable sources to make sure their pronunciations were correct.

For the reader who knows their history—why on earth would a beginner choose *this* book to begin their historical slideshow about the 8th AF in WWII?—the amount of irritation upon hearing the narrator mangle this particular name is considerable. Because it's a very good portent of what is to come.

We, the purchasers of these products, do not expect to buy something touted to be stainless steel only to recieve something that is chrome-plated tin. We think we desrve more respect.

This narrator sounds as if he has been snatched from a Remedial English class and plunked down before a microphone.

He reads woodenly and with no seeming knowledge of what's coming on the very next line; thus his intonation announces that he has encountered a period, only to discover that, no, it wasn't a period, and that he should finish the sentence now . . . that sort of "There was a king. Named Edward the Uncomfortable who invaded Britain. And destroyed many parts . . . " etc. etc.

For me the final straw—I knew ir was a harbinger for the ghastly ordeal to come—was when he pronounced the word "Junkers," well, *junkers.* As in junk that piles up in landfills.

How can this be? How can this person be POSSIBLY let loose near a microphone in a professional environment? But more and more astonishing is how the people who hired him appear blithely unaware that their fellow knows no language other than his own, mangles even that, yet is mandated to go through 8~ hours of reading out loud with the task of properly pronouncing dozens of foreign place names, people names and other terms that without going any further I know I will encounter.

To say I am infuriated is like saying the Titanica had a bad evening . . . we are late, very late in the game of audiobooks. The candidates for narration positions must be swarming the mainmasts at all these audiobook production companies. Yet STILL they churn out these dreadful exercises in high-school-level incompetencies . . .

However, if you insist on actually finishing the book, I'm afraid that the content itself—all due respect and gratitude to the author, because my own father flew B-24s out of England at the sane time as this guy, and in fact, I'm writing a ghost-memoir for him—is barely more compelling than an 8th-grader's account of how they spent their summer's vacation.

And *sigh* I'm in for more of the same . . . another book on the 8th AF has a narrator whose *first* gaffe has been to say for "High Wycombe" "High WHY-come."

Indeed, why come at all?

Using Such Peopl As Narrators Almost inconceivable

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