Review of Serenade to the Big Bird


Serenade to the Big Bird by Bert Stiles (4 stars)

I consider this book to be the best memoir of the American air campaign in Europe during World War Two. There are other fine memoirs but this is about the gut feelings of a young B-17 pilot and were I only going to read one memoir, I would read this one.

The reason? The author, First Lieutenant Bert Stiles, flew 35 bombing missions over Germany and German occupied Europe during the Spring and early Summer of 1944. After finishing his tour, he stayed in England and spent a month writing this extraordinary memoir.

Everything Stiles wrote about had just happened to him in the previous six months. His memories of fear, exhaustion, of boredom, German fighters and terror, of the death of friends and the subsequent sadness beyond words, of the drone of the engines on a B-17 and of how good a candy bar tasted after they were out of enemy territory; all of these memories were painfully fresh when he set them down.

And their effects on him were also fresh. He wrote about the time he came back from a mission during which he had seen at least a dozen B-17s from his Wing go down.

“…all those guys…all those good guys…shot to hell…or captured…then I came apart and cried like a little kid…”

This memoir has many virtues one of the most striking being that Stiles was a fine writer, a keen observer of human nature, and an extraordinary man with such a broad view of life that some of his observations seem out of place in not only one so young but in such a time as 1944.

Stiles was actually a pacifist but like many came to the conclusion that the Nazis threatened the entire concept of Western Civilization. This is a haunting memoir: amusing, ineffably sad, and brutally honest about the author’s emotions. At one point he was taking off active operations because he had become “flak happy.” That was the expression used in the day by the US Army Air Force for someone cracking-up from the stress.

From Serenade to the Big Bird:
“There are all kinds of people: senators and whores and barristers and bankers and dishwashers. There are Chinamen and Cockney’s and Gypsies and Negroes. There are Lesbians and cornhuskers and longshoremen. There are poets and lieutenants and shortstops and prime ministers. There are Yanks and Japs and poor whites…there are Germans and Melanesians and beggars and Holy Rollers…there are people.

And some day we are going to catch on, that no matter where people are born, or how their eyes slant, or what their blood type, they are just people…

They are not masses. They will not go on being slaves. They are just people, partly good, partly bad, mostly balancing out. And until we call them people, and know they are people, all of them, we are going to have a sick world on our hands.”
Bert Stiles had written a number of published articles and short stories before he wrote this memoir. He wanted to be a writer when the war was over. But that wasn’t to be. After completing his 35 missions in bombers, he could have gone back to the US as a flight instructor. Instead he volunteered to fly fighters which he did until he was killed in action on 26 November 1944 in a dogfight over Germany.

Stiles never saw his memoir published. He easily would have been one of the finest writers of his generation. Of the millions of small tragedies of World War Two and a lesson in how war kills men, and now women, indiscriminately.

If you want to buy the book you can click on the link in blue at the top of the page.

Nazi Germany Declared War on the USA on 11 December 1941. Big mistake. By late 1942, American bombers of the “Mighty 8th” Were Bombing Germany

Margaret Bourke-White photographs the Mighty 8th



“In 1942, LIFE Magazine sent Margaret Bourke-White, the first female photojournalist accredited to cover WWII, and the first authorized to fly on a combat mission, to take pictures of the VIII Bomber Command, commonly known as the Eighth Air Force or The Mighty 8th.


Honey Chile II

Getting ready: Members of the flight and ground crews of a B-17 bomber named ‘Honey Chile II’ make adjustments to their plane prior to a mission, Polebrook, Northamptonshire, England, fall 1942. (photo by Margaret Bourke-White, courtesy of Life Magazine)



Pep talk: Before taking off on a mission in 1944 a Flying Fortress crew in England receives a talk from 26-year-old Chaplain James O. Kincannon, a Van Bueren, Arkansas, minister affectionately known as ‘Chaplain Jim’ (photo by Margaret Bourke-White, courtesy of Life Magazine)


Good luck charm: Portrait of an unidentified American servicemen, possibly the tail gunner of a B-17 bomber, with a child’s bunny doll tucked into the waistband of his fur-lined-flight suit and a type B-4 life preserver, known as a ‘Mae West’.  (photo by Margaret Bourke-White, courtesy of Life Magazine)



Comics in the sky: An American soldier paints caricatures of Hitler, Mussolini and Hirohito on the nose of a B-17 bomber named ‘Flying Flit-Gun,’ which originated from the 97th Bombardment Group of the 8th Bomber Command. [a flit-gun was used in homes in the USA to kill mosquitoes and flying pests] (photo by Margaret Bourke-White, courtesy of Life Magazine)


Easy riders

Easy riders: Three American military personnel, possibly ground crewmen, sit on their bicycles in front of a B-17 bomber named ‘Berlin Sleeper II’ (photo by Margaret Bourke-White, courtesy of Life Magazine)


Power of precision: The VIII Bomber Command, commonly known as the Eighth Air Force, was assembled to strategically bomb Nazi-controlled cities after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. (photo by Margaret Bourke-White, courtesy of Life Magazine)


54,000 flight crewmen of the US 8th Airforce were either killed in combat or taken prisoner in World War Two. The 8th Air Force historical site is here:

Flying Bomb




A U.S. Army Air Forces Boeing B-17F-27-BO Flying Fortress, nicknamed “The Careful Virgin” in flight over an airfield in England (UK). It was assigned to the 91st Bomb Group, 323rd Bomb Squadron, which arrived at RAF Bassingbourn, Cambridgeshire (UK), in November 1942.
After completing 80 missions, this aircraft was transferred to AFSC for “Operation Aphrodite” (flying bomb). It was launched against German V-1 sites at Mimoyecques, Pas-de-Calais (France) on 4 August 1944, but impacted short of target due to a controller error.

(US Air Force photo)