I'm afraid that I can't recommend this book, as it's the worst of the many WW2 memoirs that I have read. It really adds very little to the sum total of knowledge, and in terms of the style of writing is most irritating. The author seems to sit on a fence between describing his experiences and recalling those of others, and the effect is, to me, a little disorienting.
The style of writing is functional and does little to really get beneath the skin of the aircrew whose experiences are being described. Actually reading the book is a pretty unpleasant experience - which is a shame because there is a decent book in here somewhere - I really think that the author would benefit from a better editor. Perhaps the concept of a single chapter illustrating the experiences of a different kind of aircrew is fundementally flawed - is a single chapter anywhere near enough to even begin to scrape the surface?
If you are looking for a good read on the subject of bomber operations in WW2 then I suggest either of Jack Currie's books, Tail End Charlies by John Nichol, or Max Hasting's book. Give this one a miss.