My Dad
My Dad
My Dad would have been 90 years old this Wednesday. He endured The Great Depression, quite school to join the CCC and help build our state parks. Went back to school half way through his senior year and caught up with his class and graduated. He enlisted in the Army Air Corps and flew 35 missions over Japan two of which ended in catastrophic crash landings.
I was very fortunate to have him as a role model and I'm thankful I was raised by parents who were of The Greatest Generation. Here is his diary entry for his tenth mission, he was 23 years old.
February 19, 1945
Mission #10. Destination - aircraft plant in Tokyo.
Pilot - Lt. Pearson - Ship #1
My position - Radar operator
Take off - 0647 Landed - 12:35
Total time - 17 hours, 45 minutes!
Bombing - some radar, some visual, on primary target and also docks of Tokyo.
Altitude 26,000 feet
Flak moderate and heavy, accurate. Thompson in #2 got one in the right wing large enough to put two barrels through. Got back OK, no one hurt.
Fighter opposition - moderate, heavy on our element, and very aggressive.
Strength - about 150 B-29's, including Tinian. I counted 87 in sight at one time.
Losses - Three over target, one ditched. Two of the three from our group, one from our squadron. Both in our four plane element. Bombing results unobserved. Our bombardier, Skinner, got an Irving, ring gunner Doan, a probable.
Longest and toughest mission for me as yet. We were lead ship of the extreme right element, low element, with Lt. Samuelson on our right (Evans, Radar) and Lt. Rouse (Johnston, Radar) as tail end Charlie, Calhoun on left wing. Picked up a few attacks after I.P., we being the first formation in. Right after bombs away, an Irving came in from the front and high, the ring gunner shooting at him. He went on back and crashed into Sammy on top, almost halfway back. We think it was a deliberate ramming. The plane broke in two and burst into flame immediately, the Irving going into smaller pieces with it. Six parachutes were seen to open from the 29, one was burning and collapsed This happened directly over Tokyo at 26,000. Evans was one of my closest buddies, he, Burkie, and I traveling together ever since Scott Field. He may have been one of the parachutists. He gave me his leather jacket to send home in case something happened. I knew every man on the crew very well, and it sure is hurting.
Rouse then pulled into Sammy's position on our right wing, and soon after was seen spiralling down to earth, no one knows what happened to him. Johnston was also one of my .closest buddies since Scott Field. Taught me lots of songs. During all this, we were getting plenty of attacks and expecting any-thing. No. 3 engine was bad and it started throwing huge chunks of frozen oil.
The prop then ran away and the engine started burning. Unable to feather it, we soon dropped back from the formation, losing altitude fast. Course took us out of the Mainland and Maj. Fitzgerald went into a dive to follow us down. We all expected a ditching or a crash off the mainland, but the ship leveled off at 3000 feet and the fire was put out. However, not knowing how long we'd last, everyone prepared to ditch and started throwing all loose stuff into the sea.
We proceeded in ditching position for some time, Fitzgerald alongside of us (Cookson, Radar) and No. 3 whining at a high pitch. Later, the prop flew off and tore a huge gash in the fuselage, in the fore bomb bay section, tearing a bomb bay door off. We were down to 150 indicated, and limped all the way back, expecting to ditch at any time, or the nose to drop off. We steered clear of high islands by our Radar and our ETA seemed far beyond our gas limitations.
After nearly 18 hours of flying, we came in sight of our base around midnight, a few hours overdue, Fitzgerald still aiding us. Can't commend him enough. We were leery of our landing gears and the nature of our landing, made a beautiful approach and soft landing. We were just a short ways up the runway, still clipping it off, when something happened, due to lack of hydraulic pressure for brakes, I think . We ran off the strip, smashed into a truck, hit a cleat truck, turning if over, tore through an embankment and smashed into a parked B-29 (Z9) on its hard stand. I was standing up in the Radar room, got thrown clean up into the CFC (Central Fire Control) compartment, not missing anything and nothing missing me. Got out with banged up nose.
Two other gunners in back with me didn't get hurt either, nor the remainder of the crew in the front. Driver of the truck was seriously injured, cleat truck man killed instantly. I'll never know how the boys in the front got out, the nose was ripped off completely to the wings and twisted around, the fuselage battered on all directions, cowlings, landing gears and everything imaginable lying all over. The tail was at least 20-25 ft. in the air, the tunnel twisted, making it impossible to get thru. We had to wait for a rope to climb down. Z9 was knocked off its stand and into the embankment. It was also cut in two, the tail lying all over and the fuselage flattened By the time we got out, they were washing the blood away with a hose and a huge crowd had gathered. Our crew was intact, the pilot injured slightly and we got out of the scene immediately.
Taken to the dispensary for slight treatment, received a double shot, wonderful stimulant, ate a meal and a very tired and jittery crew called it a day. Three planes out of the four in our formation, or rather element, will never fly again, but one of the crews will be back another day, less exciting, I hope.
Longest mission recorded (17 hours, 13 minutes), 1500 miles with 2 engines out on same side.
February 20, 1945
Got our pictured taken in front of both of our sections of the plane now being salvaged. Lt. Pearson said we were put in for a rest. Took Lt. Samuelson's crew's belongings out of their quonset today. Four and a half crews gone out of twenty.
I was very fortunate to have him as a role model and I'm thankful I was raised by parents who were of The Greatest Generation. Here is his diary entry for his tenth mission, he was 23 years old.
February 19, 1945
Mission #10. Destination - aircraft plant in Tokyo.
Pilot - Lt. Pearson - Ship #1
My position - Radar operator
Take off - 0647 Landed - 12:35
Total time - 17 hours, 45 minutes!
Bombing - some radar, some visual, on primary target and also docks of Tokyo.
Altitude 26,000 feet
Flak moderate and heavy, accurate. Thompson in #2 got one in the right wing large enough to put two barrels through. Got back OK, no one hurt.
Fighter opposition - moderate, heavy on our element, and very aggressive.
Strength - about 150 B-29's, including Tinian. I counted 87 in sight at one time.
Losses - Three over target, one ditched. Two of the three from our group, one from our squadron. Both in our four plane element. Bombing results unobserved. Our bombardier, Skinner, got an Irving, ring gunner Doan, a probable.
Longest and toughest mission for me as yet. We were lead ship of the extreme right element, low element, with Lt. Samuelson on our right (Evans, Radar) and Lt. Rouse (Johnston, Radar) as tail end Charlie, Calhoun on left wing. Picked up a few attacks after I.P., we being the first formation in. Right after bombs away, an Irving came in from the front and high, the ring gunner shooting at him. He went on back and crashed into Sammy on top, almost halfway back. We think it was a deliberate ramming. The plane broke in two and burst into flame immediately, the Irving going into smaller pieces with it. Six parachutes were seen to open from the 29, one was burning and collapsed This happened directly over Tokyo at 26,000. Evans was one of my closest buddies, he, Burkie, and I traveling together ever since Scott Field. He may have been one of the parachutists. He gave me his leather jacket to send home in case something happened. I knew every man on the crew very well, and it sure is hurting.
Rouse then pulled into Sammy's position on our right wing, and soon after was seen spiralling down to earth, no one knows what happened to him. Johnston was also one of my .closest buddies since Scott Field. Taught me lots of songs. During all this, we were getting plenty of attacks and expecting any-thing. No. 3 engine was bad and it started throwing huge chunks of frozen oil.
The prop then ran away and the engine started burning. Unable to feather it, we soon dropped back from the formation, losing altitude fast. Course took us out of the Mainland and Maj. Fitzgerald went into a dive to follow us down. We all expected a ditching or a crash off the mainland, but the ship leveled off at 3000 feet and the fire was put out. However, not knowing how long we'd last, everyone prepared to ditch and started throwing all loose stuff into the sea.
We proceeded in ditching position for some time, Fitzgerald alongside of us (Cookson, Radar) and No. 3 whining at a high pitch. Later, the prop flew off and tore a huge gash in the fuselage, in the fore bomb bay section, tearing a bomb bay door off. We were down to 150 indicated, and limped all the way back, expecting to ditch at any time, or the nose to drop off. We steered clear of high islands by our Radar and our ETA seemed far beyond our gas limitations.
After nearly 18 hours of flying, we came in sight of our base around midnight, a few hours overdue, Fitzgerald still aiding us. Can't commend him enough. We were leery of our landing gears and the nature of our landing, made a beautiful approach and soft landing. We were just a short ways up the runway, still clipping it off, when something happened, due to lack of hydraulic pressure for brakes, I think . We ran off the strip, smashed into a truck, hit a cleat truck, turning if over, tore through an embankment and smashed into a parked B-29 (Z9) on its hard stand. I was standing up in the Radar room, got thrown clean up into the CFC (Central Fire Control) compartment, not missing anything and nothing missing me. Got out with banged up nose.
Two other gunners in back with me didn't get hurt either, nor the remainder of the crew in the front. Driver of the truck was seriously injured, cleat truck man killed instantly. I'll never know how the boys in the front got out, the nose was ripped off completely to the wings and twisted around, the fuselage battered on all directions, cowlings, landing gears and everything imaginable lying all over. The tail was at least 20-25 ft. in the air, the tunnel twisted, making it impossible to get thru. We had to wait for a rope to climb down. Z9 was knocked off its stand and into the embankment. It was also cut in two, the tail lying all over and the fuselage flattened By the time we got out, they were washing the blood away with a hose and a huge crowd had gathered. Our crew was intact, the pilot injured slightly and we got out of the scene immediately.
Taken to the dispensary for slight treatment, received a double shot, wonderful stimulant, ate a meal and a very tired and jittery crew called it a day. Three planes out of the four in our formation, or rather element, will never fly again, but one of the crews will be back another day, less exciting, I hope.
Longest mission recorded (17 hours, 13 minutes), 1500 miles with 2 engines out on same side.
February 20, 1945
Got our pictured taken in front of both of our sections of the plane now being salvaged. Lt. Pearson said we were put in for a rest. Took Lt. Samuelson's crew's belongings out of their quonset today. Four and a half crews gone out of twenty.
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- His squadron meeting up at Mt Fuji to go into Tokyo to do business.
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Great story and even greater man. You should be very proud of him and it is good to see you are. Thanks for a great story.
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Great Story Mike !!!!_____hats off to your Dad & crew !!!!!_____thanks for sharing
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That is quite a harrowing account. I just checked my fathers records. He flew one of the follow-up missions to Tokyo on February 25. He was stationed on Tinian.
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Mike thank you for sharing that with us. It's hard to imagine the grit those men had.
My grandfather was a tail gunner on a B-29 and other than telling me once that he had an ass full of shrapnel as a souvenir of his service he chose never to talk to me about his experiences.
My grandfather was a tail gunner on a B-29 and other than telling me once that he had an ass full of shrapnel as a souvenir of his service he chose never to talk to me about his experiences.
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There isn't enough praise for those guys to go around. They deserve every ounce that can be dredged up. Great story dog. Thanks for posting it.
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...........mike, that's a great story, thanks for posting it!!!.........guys like your father were truly "the greatest generation".................... .................
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Thanks for looking guys. My Dad spoke freely to me about his service from the time I was very young. I got to know some of the guys he served with. One buddy of my Dad's, Paul Evans was shot down over Tokyo and the last my Dad saw of him was his chute opening. Only 16% of the POWs survived the prison "camps" due to beheadings, torture and no medical treatment. My Dad gave him up for lost. Not long after the war ended my Dad was in a local tavern and Paul walked in. I had the pleasure to meet him many years later. Shortly after the 50th anniversary of the end of WWII I started writing to my Dad's crew mates and guys he knew from his service. He had some reservations about the fire raids on Tokyo which killed more people than Hiroshima.
Mr Rick, that's cool your Dad was next door on Tinian! What position was he? They were all trained on least 2 positions. My Dad was trained as radio operator, radar operator and gunner as well as medic for the ship. They only took the top 10% tested for B-29 service. He said his odds were about 50% survival for his tour. He also said every mission was voluntary. If a man couldn't do it any more he could walk away from it.
Mr Rick, that's cool your Dad was next door on Tinian! What position was he? They were all trained on least 2 positions. My Dad was trained as radio operator, radar operator and gunner as well as medic for the ship. They only took the top 10% tested for B-29 service. He said his odds were about 50% survival for his tour. He also said every mission was voluntary. If a man couldn't do it any more he could walk away from it.
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Thanks Tommy, I've got another one to post too...
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Dog,vikingdog wrote:Thanks for looking guys. My Dad spoke freely to me about his service from the time I was very young. I got to know some of the guys he served with. One buddy of my Dad's, Paul Evans was shot down over Tokyo and the last my Dad saw of him was his chute opening. Only 16% of the POWs survived the prison "camps" due to beheadings, torture and no medical treatment. My Dad gave him up for lost. Not long after the war ended my Dad was in a local tavern and Paul walked in. I had the pleasure to meet him many years later. Shortly after the 50th anniversary of the end of WWII I started writing to my Dad's crew mates and guys he knew from his service. He had some reservations about the fire raids on Tokyo which killed more people than Hiroshima.
Mr Rick, that's cool your Dad was next door on Tinian! What position was he? They were all trained on least 2 positions. My Dad was trained as radio operator, radar operator and gunner as well as medic for the ship. They only took the top 10% tested for B-29 service. He said his odds were about 50% survival for his tour. He also said every mission was voluntary. If a man couldn't do it any more he could walk away from it.
Dad was a Flight Engineer. Based on his records both our fathers were there at the same time. Probably flew some of the same missions.
Dad never talked much about his experiences either, but we have his service records. His Pilot is in his 90's and still active. The rest of his crew have all passed on.
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Vikingdog and Mr Rick, We can't say enough about that generation and what your fathers did for our great country. My father would have been 100 years old this year and he served in the Army during WWII. He was blessed to never leave the country and was involved in some sort of desert driving training in Nevada, where he met my mother who was a nurse in a military hospital. Training truck drivers to pull big guns with 6X6's isn't quite as colorful as the Army Air Corps but I am very proud he did his part!
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Thanks for posting that Mike. Sure tells you what was going on. I get teary-eyed when I read things like that, but they're tears of pride. God Bless America, Again.
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Flight engineer, Mr Rick your Dad was the man! That is a great photo, was it taken aboard "Fifi"? I'd be interested in see more photos. If you have any, please post them on this thread as a tribute to your Dad?
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Mike,
what a terrific story. Thank you for posting it.
And Rick, thank you too.
I know you guys and your families must be very proud of those men.
what a terrific story. Thank you for posting it.
And Rick, thank you too.
I know you guys and your families must be very proud of those men.
Joe
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Thanks Mike,
The picture was from the B-29 that is part of the collection at Hill AFB museum in Utah. At the time it was under restoration and Dad was invited to try out his old position. I got to go along. It's hard to imagine spending 17 hours inside that long aluminum tube.
The picture was from the B-29 that is part of the collection at Hill AFB museum in Utah. At the time it was under restoration and Dad was invited to try out his old position. I got to go along. It's hard to imagine spending 17 hours inside that long aluminum tube.
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Thank you Joe. I've been thinking of him a lot lately and posted this as a tribute for his 90th birthday.
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Great story Mike, thanks for posting!
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Awesome story Mike!
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing!
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What a great story, just great!! Like Murph, I ended up teary eyed.
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......mike, this topic has got me thinking about my uncle, who would have been 90 also this year. he was a marine gunnery officer on the uss Washington(only u. s. battleship to sink another battleship-ijn kirishima-one on one-nov. 1942-guadalcanal),wish I had spent more time with him before he died and written down what he told me, we owe a great deal to "the greatest generation"!!!.......... ......................
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Thank you guys! I'm glad my Dad enjoyed talking about his service and documented his missions.
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Here's one for you Tommy: When my Dad's crew was training they were in B-17s, there weren't any B-29s available yet. The 17 gave them 4 engine experience and it was after all a Boeing. They had to practice long distance flights and flights over water, so they'd pick out where they wanted to go and they'd fly around the country. They'd cross the Gulf of Mexico to give them the feel of flying over water and give them navigation practice.
My Dad said it was one of the greatest times of his life, 20 years old and flying around in a B-17 with his buddies. He said they'd take turns sitting in the co pilot's seat and he remembers sitting there eating Hershey bars and watching the scenery.
Here's a photo of a fire bombing mission. He said the thermals from the intense fires would throw the plane all over and even flip it over.
My Dad said it was one of the greatest times of his life, 20 years old and flying around in a B-17 with his buddies. He said they'd take turns sitting in the co pilot's seat and he remembers sitting there eating Hershey bars and watching the scenery.
Here's a photo of a fire bombing mission. He said the thermals from the intense fires would throw the plane all over and even flip it over.
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......mike, keep this stuff coming!!!........I love it!!!........do you know if that picture has ever been published??...........I would swear I've seen it in a book somewhere, if not it, it's one very similar!!..........I just found a picture of the Washington on the internet I've never seen anywhere before ,taken from a dauntless from the enterprise,showing the Washington steaming at speed, big bow wake, all the guns pointed skyward,with the enterprise in the background, and another dauntless overhead, you can actually see people up on the mainmast, which is where my uncle would have been, as gun director for the starboard 5" gun mounts.............
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Tommy, here's some photos of bomb strikes. These photos are all originals that my Dad brought home with him. The one of his ship passing Mt. Fuji is a print I got from the Air Force History Office.
I have a couple of mementos off of B-29s that were wrecked, I'll take photos outside and post them.
I have a couple of mementos off of B-29s that were wrecked, I'll take photos outside and post them.
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