I feel like it really captures the hell of being in a tin can going in a line while planes and flak riddle you. The dichotomy between days of peace with the chance to flirt and drink interspersed with sheer terror, freezing cold, a screaming man in the ball turret.
The bombing campaign was no walk in the park and the boys who blew up the factories of the German war machine were certainly brave as fuck.
It kills me how a modern recreation is hundreds of dollars.
For the time the bombings were accurate as fuck, but as a character said (paraphrased) it lands on germany who gives a fuck”