We were on the way back to base following the completion of an aerial gunnery training flight when our belly turret gunner yelled, "Get me up, Get me up". The tone of his voice suggested he was in a state of panic and well he should have been. The back half ( escape hatch ) of his turret had fallen off and the wind was beating him to death. The radio operator and waist gunners got him out of the turret in a hurry. Talk about big eyes, he had them. However, this experience did not dampen his love for the belly turret on the B-17. He really liked his assignment. This turret is the only position on the aircraft that I refused to try while in flight. I wanted no part of it. As I recall, statistics suggested it to be one of the safest places to be during combat.