Half a century ago young men heard the call of their country and flocked to board the warbirds that would fill the skies over our enemy's homeland. Such a man was Chuck Morgan. By choice he became a tailgunner on a B17. Say that fast and you lose the meaning of his sacrifice. A B17 though the largest and the best bomber the USA fielded in those days was frail by today's standards. Its skin was no thicker than that of a Coke can and offered no armor plating at all. Unpressurized and unheated these birds of prey clawed their way to 25,000 feet carrying the men that flew them. The temperature at that altitude dips to 30 degrees below zero. The nearest oxygen that our planet could offer Chuck was 12,000 feet below him. He wore an oxygen mask to stay alive and a wool lined leather flying suit to avoid freezing.  Just getting to the target area required all the bravery an ordinary man could muster. But Chuck and his comrades didn't just fly to their mission's objective they fought their way there and they fought their way home. Chuck Morgan is no ordinary man.