On the night of Oct19/44 at 1720 hours we took of from Skelling Thorpe in Lancaster QR-G. The target was Nurnberg. This was our 12th OP and the first time we flown in this aircraft. This was our last trip with #61 Squadron. We were to be transferred to #189 Squadron at Fulbeck. Our trip to the target was mostly routine and the bombs were dropped. The night sky over the target at 15,000 feet was quite bright. On leaving the target area, visibility fairly good. I spotted a JU88 on our port quarter, it was at a little higher altitude and flying parallel and gaining on us very slowly. I told the pilot we had JU88 on port quarter and be prepared for a corkscrew to port. I remember the mid upper gunner to keep a lookout on the starboard side, as I thought the JU88 might be a decoy. A few moments later he banked behind us as he started his attack. Needless to say, the pilot was informed to be ready to corkscrew to port. The JU88 banked back towards us and told the pilot to “go” just a second or two before his nose was pointed at us. I opened fire, and he stayed on our tail. His guns were mounted in the nose as the flash from them were bright. A few moments later I noticed the sound from my guns were not the same. After starting out four, they started to quit firing one at a time, till I was down to one gun and it quit firing. All four guns were reloaded as quickly as possible. I was able to fire a fairly long burst again and then he banked starboard and disappeared into the night sky, with no indication that he was hit. After leveling out, the pilot checked with all the crew and no one was hurt. The plane was checked out after we returned to base and not a single hit was to be found. We put our good luck down to the corkscrew. On our 24th last OP we left Fulbeck on Feb. 2/45 at 20:25 hours in aircraft CA-Q. Arriving at the target area our bombaimer found visibility poor and target indicator not visible; the bomb load was not dropped. We now had a 4,000 lb. bomb and a load of incendiaries. The pilot and bombaimer were on the intercom planning the next move. About three minutes after leaving the target area, we were hit from below. Nothing was seen and the only indication was 4 or 5 quick thuds; then a big explosion and fire, which only lasted a few seconds. I had my hands covering my eyes and face; then all was quiet. I looked around and discovered that I was free falling from 3 miles up in the rear turret, and I knew it would be about 90 seconds before I hit the ground. I reached behind, to open the sliding doors and discovered that all the framework, doors and the Plexiglas had been blown away in the initial blast. All that remained was what I was sitting on and the gun mechanism. I tried to push and kick the turret away, so I could pull the rip cord. Now I found my feet were stuck and all the kicking and pushing would not free them, my time was running out. What I did next was not what I wanted to do, but had no choice. With my feet still stuck in the turret, I bent forwards as much as possible, to help free my seat pack parachute, then pulled the “D” ring, with both hands. I was concerned about the parachute being damaged and what would happen to my legs, when it opened. As the chute opened the remains of the turret disappeared and my legs were not injured when it pulled free. As I drifted down my thoughts were on the rest of the crew. I figured no one could survive an experience like that and here I was drifting down to earth and the unknown.