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THURSDAY, MAY 18, 1944
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I: The story of the famous
19th and 7th Bombardment Groups, of
Lieut. Col. Frank Kurtz and his Fortress
crew in the tremendous air campaign
that saved the day for the United Nations
in the Southwest Pacific. Lieut Kurtz,
who was pilot of the old Fortress, known
as "The Swoose." which escaped from
Clark Field, in the Philippines, tells of
that fatal day when the Japs struck.
CHAPTER 11: Lieut. Kurtz tells how
orders to camouflage Old 99 were coun
termanded instead they were to load
bombs. Then he was ordered to jerk the
bombs, reload with cameras and rush
the camouflage. Preparations made for
taking pictures of Formosa. Someone
shouts. Look at that pretty navy forma
tion.” The "navy formation” happens to
be a flight
of Jap planes.
CHAPTER III: Bombs hit the mess
hall. The Japs move off. They hear
another hum. "P-40's," they think, but
they prove to be Zeros coming in from
the direction of Corregidor. The boys
duck back into their foxholes.
CHAPTER FV: The pilots are given
their targets and towering above the
group is Colin Kelly, about to head out
on his first mission. Buzz Wagner is
chased by Japs in his P-40. He meets
Lieut. Russ Church and they bomb a
Jap field. Church fails to return. The
death of Colin Kelly.
CHAPTER V: Fortresses are kent in
the air to save them from the Japs.
Through some mistake someone opens
fire on them. Japs begin photographing
the place. No longer safe to sleep in the
barracks, cots are moved into a corn
field. With no fighters left to defend
them, evacuation begins. Lieut. Kurtz
tells of last plane trip out in a patched
up plane. Japs land light tanks at Apart.
Squadron commander Major Gibbs fails
to return from mission. U. S. forces flee
from Clark Field to Mindanao.
CHAPTER VI: Navigator Harry
Schreiber tells of a fight with Zeros in
which Shorty Wheless takes part. He
lands in a nee paddy and is surrounded
by Filipinos. The crew buys an outrigger
canoe and sail to the isle of Panay. Later
they take off for Australia.
CHAPTER VII: Lieut. Kurtz takes up
the
story again. He describes the hot,
dry Christmas day in Australia, and how
U. S.
fliers spent it. A report comes in
over CW radio. It was from Schaetzel
saying he'd be in after dark with one
body aboard. Schaetzel gets in. his plane
a wreck. Gen. Brereton lands on the
field and the boys are summoned to a
meeting.
CHAPTER VIII: U. S. fliers arrive at
the Dutch field, and shortly after start
on flight for Davao, in the Philippines,
but run short of gas and come home.
Gas up and take off at midnight for
Davao, but fail to make target. On third
trip over, Kurtz sees tremendous concen
tration of ships, makes bomb run. Jap
fighters come up. "Bombs away!”
CHAPTER IX: Bombardier says they
had caught Japs flat-footed. At Malang
Field boys are briefed before dawn,
told about big concentration of Jap ships
N.E. of Borneo. They take off, but hit
a frightful fog. Cannot see plane right
ahead. Coming out of fog they see a
huge black cloud resembling tornado. It
was the Dutch burning their Borneo oiL
CHAPTER X: One of Kurtz’ motors is
hit as they approach target. He makes
direct hit on cruiser. Losing altitude
fast Tries to make Malang Field on
Java, but changes mind and heads for
Surabaya Field. Sets her down safely on
short runway. Dutch get reinforcements
from U. *S.—new E model Forts.
CHAPTER XI: Bombardier tells of
I hazardous trip to Brazil when running
i low on gas, and of sabotage on planes.
Gunner picks up the story, tells how E
model Fortresses tangled with the Japs.
CHAPTER XII
“So we alter course a little, ap
proaching it at 30 degrees on the
stern. There are about fifty boats
there, and it is the only moving tar
get. Because it is a Navy boat,
we know it will be tricky. They
can figure your altitude, and know
when your bomb is going to leave,
computing it about the reverse of
an antiaircraft shell’s curve.
“About this time the Japs begin
throwing up a hell of a heavy ack
ack barrage in a line dead ahead of
us. Looking at it, all I think of is
that picture in the laundry-soap ad—
of dirty wash hanging out on a line
and then the slogan ‘That telltale
gray!’ Most of it is coming up from
that cruiser. Through the telescope,
I can see the flashes on her deck
and then, twenty seconds later, our
plane shakes.
“We’ve already lost altitude wait
ing for the Major (we’d boxed him
in so he could stay with us and the
Zeros wouldn’t tear him to pieces),
and he seems to have developed en
gine trouble. We’re down to 23.000
feet. And I’m the lead bombardier.
“But now the whole plan is again
altered: I get it over the command
radio. We’re to lay them in chains
across this target. So I set up the
bomb sight again, put the cross
hairs on that cruiser, aiming short
of its stern, figuring this way: It’s a
Navy boat, and maneuverable. So
if it backs up, my left wing man
will score a hit if it increases
speed, my right wing man will get
it and if it turns either toward us or
away from us, one of my chain will
hit it.
“It is a perfect run. I even have
time to take my eye off the sight,
and fire bursts at two more Zeros
as the, attack from the front. They
start v» .y out ahead, to the left and
a little below us. Now, coming on
in at me, they cross over and up,
toward the center of my fuselage,
their guns pounding, and then slip
on back and dive straight down and
away.
“I get one because he miscues.
The peanut butter must be running
down his leg and he is afraid to
come too close. Anyway, he flips
over way out in front—broadside to
me, a beautiful target, and I pour
the stitches into him.
“Then I jam my eye back onto
that bomb sight." Everything is rid
ing pretty—the cross hairs right
where I want them, the bombs about
ready to be released.
“It seems to the pilot and me that
this is the longest run we’ve ever
made. He finally calls down, asks
how much longer it’ll be. I look at
the indicator, and you’d think the
damned thing had stopped.
‘About ten seconds,’ I tell him
over the interphone.
“Yet they seemed like minutes.
One second before the bombs leave
my plane, I see that lap cruiser
QUEENS DIE
PROUDLY
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He
pedals to the wreck of Old 99. finds eight
of his crew lying in an irregular line.
starting to turn (he’s figured our
bomb-release line to the hair). He’s
turning toward us as I watch the
bombs go down. By the time they’
arrived, the cruiser is three-fourths
through a turn of 180 degrees. The
first bombs are falling short—three
of them. Now mine come—two direct
hits on the cruiser, the other two
going over. The plane back of me
gets some direct hits. My left wing
man’s string is barely in front of
the cruiser, my right wing man’s
string is barely behind it the
damned thing seems enveloped in
bombs churning the water, and de
bris flying above the foam. Boy,
that Japanese captain just turned
the wrong way!
“But now our formation swings
and heads for home, Zeros still
swarming around us, and we’re still
losing altitude to stay back to pro
tect the Major, who seems able to
use barely enough throttle to keep
her in the air. After forty minutes
the last Zero drops away they’re
short of gas and daren’t chase us
any further.
“Presently, over the command ra
dio:
‘Robinson to Skiles. Go ahead.’
‘Skiles answering.’
‘Radio the base at Malang to
have an ambulance ready. We have
two badly wounded men aboard.’
T‘We wonder who they are. One
is probably the tail gunner, since
we saw Robinson’s plane taking so
many tracers there. The other must
be their radio operator, or else they
could have sent their own dot-dash
message back to base.
“Meantime our radio operator is
telling Malang to have the ambu
lance out. Our plane is now leading
the formation. Major Robinson’s just
behind us. We’ve drifted slowly
down to 4,000 feet altitude, protect
ing Robinson. Then, all of a sud
den, Robinson’s plane swoops down
beneath us about 1,000 feet, and the
incline sends it scooting on out in
front of us, heading a little toward
the coast of Borneo. Is Robinson
going to beach her? And now over
the command radio:
‘Skiles to Robinson. Is there
anything wrong?’ our pilot asks.
“But there is no answer. We
watch. Now Major Robinson is mak
ing a gradual turn, as though to
rejoin the formation. But halfway
in the turn his plane starts nosing
over, goes into a dive, goes faster—
straight down at the sea. We
watch, holding our breath. Just be
fore he goes in, his tail elevator
blows off. The poor guy must have
had the stick clutched back into his
Stomach'trying to pull out of that
dive, and the terrible air pressure
on those elevators ripped them off.
There’s a huge splash—flame—a spi
ral of black smoke, and a widening
circle of yellows, reds, and black,
which is burning gas and oil on that
topaz-green water.
“The second after it hits I call
Lieutenant Duphrane on the inter
phone.
‘My God, Duke,’ I said, ‘did you
see that?’
‘Yes,’ he said. And then in a
minute he said, ‘Thank God those
Japs didn’t see it.’
“The formation circles above the
dead Queen. We circle until the fire
dies away, peering down at the wid
ening disk of oil. But there is no
sign of anything else on the surface.
“Until then it hadn’t seemed like
a battle—just a game. But now I
feel like someone had kicked me in
the guts. There were guys on there
I’d drunk with. We’d sat around
and lied to each other. I’d seen it
happen, but I couldn’t believe what
I saw—it seemed like a bad dream.
“When we landed, all the crew as
sembled for the critique, each mem
ber dictating just what he had seen
to the officer. That’s when I was
credited with three of the eight Zeros
we knocked down. After the critique
no one had much to say. We were
all thinking about what we saw hap
pen.
“They told us to go to the bar
racks and get some rest. But an
hour later I found that the whole
crew had, one by one, drifted back
out to the plane—cleaning guns, im
proving gun positions, doing things
we’d suggested back in the States
but no one had ever got around to
doing. Throwing away those small
inadequate ammunition cans, and
rigging the guns so you could set a
whole box of ammunition in there,
figuring ways of putting more guns
in the nose—.50-caliber ones that
really pack a punch. And cussing
hell out of the bottom turret. It
has remote control—you look through
a mirror and everything is back
wards, and you have to know exact
ly where the plane is going before
you can line the sights.
“We’d found out our machine-gun
oil would freeze at high altitudes,
and we were figuring how to clean
and oil the guns so they would best
operate up there. You couldn’t tell
the officers from the men (remem
ber, we had no maintenance crews
in Java we did all the work our
selves) and my pilot had his cover
alls on, installing an extra oxygen
outlet in the tail. After seeing what
had happened to Robinson’s tail gun
ner, he figured if his tail gunner
got wounded, another man in the
crew could go back there and they
would both stay on oxygen.
“The E of course was a big ad
vance over the D. But any new
model will have little things wrong
that you never find out until you
take one up and fight it.
“All through Java we did it all
ourselves—the officers right along
with us, helping load bombs and
checking valves. We flew in weath
er out there you wouldn’t drive out
ill. the airnqxt in. hack heret But
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the Japs were flying it toq they’d
come in strafing and we’d have to
jerk our old mutts off the ground
quick.’’
“Anyway,” said Frank Kurtz, “we
had stopped the Japanese there in
Macassar Strait for a while. The
little Dutch Navy helped, but mostly
it was American air power. We’d
sunk quite a gang of them, so the
rest had to go home and lick their
wounds, realizing they couldn’t
move in on Java until they had air
control. This meant they would have
to clean us out of our advance fields
in Borneo and the Celebes. It
wouldn’t be hard, for the Dutch had
no troops to speak of on these is
lands. Everything had had to be
withdrawn to hold Java. But it
took time for the Japs to take over
our little advance bases at Samarin
da and Kendari, and being new to
war, we foolishly thought Time was
on our side. We were thinking of
those thousand planes. We hadn’t
learned that Time in war is a
treacherous ally who favors anyone
who will use him.
“But meantime Colonel Eubank
had hauled me down to the ground
for a while to do a different job.
Too many wars were going on. The
Japanese were running a pretty good
one, but against them were the
American Air Force, the Royal
Dutch Air Force, the American,
Boy, that Japanese captain just
turned the wrong way.
Dutch, and Australian navies, all
of us running wars of our own.
“Finally it was agreed that every
night they’d deliver to me in Sura
baya a safe-hand message, giving
the position of every American ship
in those waters. We’d swap infor
mation about operations, so every
one would be pulling together. It
was a liaison job, and since I’d
have to deal with Navy men so
heavy with rank and gold braid on
their sleeves they looked like they’d
had their arms up to the elbows in
scrambled eggs, the Colonel gave
me a set of captain’s bars, so I
could talk up to them. Presently I
was dealing with everyone the
Dutch and the British, too.
“The Dutch, for instance, were
begging for help in Sumatra. It’s
that long island which parallels Ma
laya, pointing down in the direction
of Java. The Japs weren’t in Singa
pore yet, but already they were
swarming across the narrow seas
from Malaya trying to grab the oil
refineries at Palembang. So the
Colonel sent the Forts.”
“We got to Palembang the last
week in January,” said Sergeant
Boone, the gunner. “The Dutch
there were certainly swell to us.
There is a huge refinery in the town,
and they took us to a club sponsored
by Standard Oil Company—a pal
ace. All the club members would
drop around to be sure the Air
Corps had a place for the night. A
Dutch officer took the rear gunner
and myself to his quarters. He’d
married an American girl, so he
spoke good English. We had on only
greasy coveralls, but he took us
right into his quarters—all air-con
ditioned and mosquito-proofed. The
native couple they had as cook and
houseboy gave us the first home
cooked meal we’d tasted since the
war.
“The Dutch officer was a fine
looking big blond guy. He brought
out clean pajamas for us, and some
of his uniforms we could wear for
dinner. He was depressed. Early
in January he had evacuated his
wife and child to Java—for safety,
although that seems queer to say
now. He himself was staying be
hind, in command of native ground
troops, to defend those refineries.
He hadn’t heard from his wife. You
could see he was very much in
love with her. Also that he didn’t
think much of the military setup
they had in Sumatra, so he doubt
ed that he would ever see her again.
“He’d been back on a visit to Hol
land just before the Germans came
in. Since then he’d had only one
letter from his mother—smuggled
out. She had had a couple of Ger
man maids from over the border.
They made good servants for the
heavy work, but just before the sur
prise invasion they’d been called
back to Germany. It was the same,
she said, all over Holland. So no
wonder, he said, that the Germans
knew the name of every Dutch offi
cer in Holland. The morning of the
invasion, the Gestapo would knock
at the door, and when the officer
opened it, would shoot him down
in cold blood. This was why, he
explained, the Dutch Navy was so
incapacitated for officers. He was
very bitter^ He was in. wonderful
FFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON, OHIO
Well the boys have scratched
corn planting off their list for a day
or two since Tuesday’s rain and
have gone mushroom hunting
rains and humid weather really made
those fungi pop and they say
there’s no time like the first two
weeks in May to find the best ones—
this is a little late—but so is every
thing else this spring excepting
mosquitoes which are here—we got
our first mosquito bite the other day,
so it’s time to get spraying under
way and truth to tell, corn
planting hasn’t done too badly for a
late spring with quite a little plant
ed over Pandora-way and ideal
weather for College Mayday on the
13th—that’s defying superstition
and summer vacation season at hand
with plenty of jobs awaiting teach
ers and pupils—that’s different from
the depression days when vacation
came and not a job in sight .and
speaking of school, Supt. Longsdorf’s
resignation came as a surprise to
everyone—including the school board
and you would never suspect
existence of a manpower shortage
from the number of schoolmen eye
ing the coming vacancy.
Scores of Bluffton mothers with
sons in service were remembered
last Sunday, Mother’s day with let
ters, greeting cards and gifts from
their boys, many of whom spent their
first Mother’s day away from home.
Among the boys overseas sending
flowers to their mothers were Char
les Conrad, Nelson Hauenstein and
Roger Howe.
And Lee Coon asks us to remind
Bluffton motorists once more that
double parking not only slows up
traffic, but it’s dangerous. A double
parked car may cause others to stop
or swerve suddenly and may result
in a serious accident. So don’t
double park, even to run into a
store just a minute and when park
ing, park properly.
If you have only one set of keys
to your car, better get a duplicate,
otherwise you’re likely to be in a
jam, sooner or later—as was Lewis
Van Meter last Saturday night. The
Van Meters, living near Beaverdam
came to Bluffton for shopping and
lost the keys to their car on the
street. It was the only set of keys
they had, the other set having been
lost in a fire at their home some
time ago. With no keys to their car,
they were trying to devise ways and
means of returning home when the
Harry Hauensteins from Pandora
turned in the missing keys at the
News office.
And speaking of hard luck in
losing things—there’s Gerald “Spike”
Berry who snagged one of the prize
winning tagged fish in the contest at
Buckeye lake the other day, only to
lose the metal tag before he had an
opportunity to turn it in and claim
his award.
And the next time you see a
physical condition—been leading na
tive troops through the jungles. Said
his wife was high up in the Java
mountains and hoped she was safe.
Next morning we left on a mission
and never saw him again.”
“We came up a little later,” said
the Bombardier, “and by the time
we got there, the Japs were moving
into the river’s mouth, just below
Palembang. The weather was over
cast—a ceiling of 2,000, so we had
to work down below that. None
of us liked it, because a Fort is a
hell of a big easy target so close to
the ground—never built for that. As
we came in, so close to the ground,
our radio operator called Skiles on
the interphone.
‘Captain,’ he said, ‘oxygen
doesn’t agree with me, but I’m will
ing to begin chewing it any time
now.’ and I broke in, ‘You can say
that again.’
“Captain Northcott was leading
the mission—six planes we were,
and when we sighted the target he
called over the command radio, as
signing our flight to a transport on
the left.
“It was a monster, a huge Maru
liner which I’ve seen as a luxury
cruise boat tied up to the San Fran
cisco docks. Suddenly she cut loose
a hell of an antiaircraft barrage at
us, all coining from this one trans
port—a regular Fourth of July at
three o’clock in the afternoon. It
was like looking down into a cone
of fire, with this transport at the
tip, and. smoking red-hot rivets,
they seemed like, whizzing up at us.
They were rocking us around when
suddenly we shuddered violently and
almost went over on our back. An
ack-ack shell had burst under one
wing near the fuselage. Big pieces
of it tore a huge hole just where the
wing joins the fuselage, and one em
bedded itself just a few inches from
Captain Skiles.
“We were already on our run, al
most at the release line, and the
jar had thrown out the bomb sight—
it was completely inoperative. But
I’d done some practice low-altitude
bombing at Muroc back in the
States, so I said the hell with a
bomb sight—I’d guess at it. I was
good and mad at the shaking-up
we’d got. ‘All right, you
•, here they come!’
I hollered, and dropped four in rapid
succession. They landed in a clus
ter about twenty-five feet from the
transport. The other four I released
more slowly. We’d come down to
1,000 feet now, and that’s low.
snake—especially if it’s rather
unusually large or strange looking
for goodness sake don't kill it. It
may be one of Charles Trippiehorn’s
which has escaped. Anyway take
time to call him on the phone before
you start on your killing expedition.
Last week a five-foot milk snake
which belonged to his collection made
its getaway and was killed by neigh
bors. Charles says that snakes
usually found in this section are non
venomous and are friends rather
than enemies of man—and believe
it or not they are affectionate and
respond to kind treatment. The
Bluffton youth, a high school junior,
is a specialist in reptilia and expects
to make this his life work. He has
at his home on South Main street an
unusual collection of turtles, lizards
and snakes—and one of the latter
named Esther recognizes its name.
Wayne Deppler’s early training in
telephone maintenance, picked up
from his father, Eli Deppler, mana
ger of the Bluffton phone system,
is helping win the war. Wayne—
he is staff sergeant now’—stationed
at Iran—Persia to you—is in charge
of the army signal corps telephone
installations and Major Herbert Lug
inbuhl recently returned from that
place says S/Sgt. Deppler is doing
a mighty good job.
Miss Helen Barnes of Findlay,
graduated in Bluffton high school’s
first class, that of 1881, who will
preside at the alumni reunion here
on Wednesday night of next week
will be an overnight guest of Mrs.
Fred Zehrbach, as usual. Miss
Barnes, whenever visiting in Bluffton
has a standing invitation to be a
guest at the Zehrbach apartment.
She is well remembered by older
Bluffton residents and frequently at
tends high school reunions. Her
father was a pioneer Methodist mini
ster here. During her active career
she traveled extensively thruout the
world as international secretary of
the Y. W. C. A.
With gasoline rationed and railroad
travel inconvenient, Bluffton residents
are apparently intending to make it
a stay-at-home summer, judging
from the lawn beautifying projects
that have been started by home
owners this spring. Which, by the
way makes it a harvest season for
nurserymen who sell shrubs and
evergreens. Evergreens are reported
selling from $8 to $10 each.
Last Saturday morning was an
eventful time for A. C. “Arch”
Griffith of Madison, W. Va., former
Bluffton resident and brother of R.
E. Griffith of South Lawn avenue.
It all happened in the General hospi
tal at Charleston, W. Va., where he
underwent an operation for hernia
at 8:30 and fifteen minutes later he
became a grandfather. It was a
girl born in the same hospital to his
daughter Barbara Griffith Gettel.
Mother, baby—and grandpa, all re
ported doing well.
Gordon Hilty, now sergeant in the
army air corps stationed in Denver
and remembered here as a promising
vocalist is still keeping up his music.
He recently appeared on the program
at a dinner in honor of the governor
of Colorado and has also accepted
a position as soloist in a large Den
ver church. Gordon is the son of
Mr. and Mrs. Philip Hilty residing
south of town.
Elrose
Callers at the Ami Nonnamaker
home the past week were Mr. and
Mrs. Chas. Agin, Mr. and Mrs. Earl
Arnold, Waunita Gossman, Mrs.
Mary Hartman and son Cloyce of
Hoytville, Mr. and Mrs. Howard Non
namaker and sons, Mr. and Mrs.
Chauncey Klingler and family, Mr.
and Mrs. Walter Hamilton and dau
ghter, Chas. Nonnamaker, Mr. and
Mrs. Henry Koontz and sons, Mrs.
Arthur Nonnamaker and daughter.
Mrs. Lucinda Koontz was a Sunday
dinner guest.
Mrs. Emmaline Nonnamaker, Mr.
and Mrs. Lendon Basinger daughter
Jeanette and son Gareth were supper
guests last Tuesday evening at the
Arthur Nonnamaker home.
Union prayer services will be at
Bethesda church Thursday evening.
Bernard Stratton and son Ortho
called Sunday morning at the J. C.
Christman home near Findlay.
Mr. and Mrs. Russell Elzay and
daughters, Mr. and Mrs. Henry
Koontz and sons, spent Sunday with
Mr. and Mrs. Hiram Elzay of near
Ada.
John Cookson of Rawson and Rod
erick Nonnamaker spent Saturday
night with Floyd Hartman.
Mr. and Mrs. Rolland Koontz and
family of Bluffton called Sunday
evening at the Arthur Nonnamaker
home.
Mr. and Mrs. Howard Stauffer of
Bluffton, Arthur Nonnamaker daugh
ter Kaye and Martha Koontz called
Sunday evening on Mrs. Emmaline
Nonnamaker.
Mrs. Thomas Koontz spent Sun
day at the J. R. Fisher home.
Mrs. Nina Thomas and son John
Lowell of Cleveland and Mrs. Guy
nyth Hainer of Toledo, spent Mothers
day at the E. L. Bish home. Mrs.
Thomas and little son will spend the
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remainder of the week visiting in
the Bish home.
Callers at the M. J. Stratton home
the past week were Mrs. Florence
Scothorn, Mr. and Mrs. Wright
Klingler and family, and Mr. and
Mrs. Bernard Stratton and family.
REWARD to housewives. Something
new for breakfast. Post's Raisin
Bran, a magic combination of crisp
toasted wheat and bran flakes plus
California raisins.
CASUALTY INSURANCE
Is a present-day necessity. High
Speed travel and the use of power
machinery has greatly increased
hazards. Farm Bureau provides
Accident and Health, Hospitaliza
tion, Home and Farm Liability,
Burglary, Robbery, Theft and
other casualty policies.
PAUL E. WHITMER
245 W. Grove St. Phone 350-W
Bluffton, Ohio
Representing
Farm Bureau Mutual Automobile
Insurance Co.,
Home Office Columbus, Ohio.
For Vigor and Health—
include meat in your menu.
Always ready to serve you.
Bigler Bros.
Fresh and Salt Meats