I came to
service as many others and did not want to be drafted. I had much religious
training in my life and going to war was not for me. I volunteered as
a religious objector and put my papers in the post office. I could not
sleep that night. It was a most troubling time. The next day I went
to the Post Office and withdrew my papers and scratched out the objector
clause. That was also a traumatic time for me. I went to basic training
at Duncan Field in San Antonio. Because of my machine shop training
and working on planes I was sent to a technical training school in Buckley
Field Colorado. After that, I was waited to be assigned to go to the
then Port Moresby
a ship in California and landed in Brisbane on June 19, 1943, my 21st
birthday. We were given canvas mattress covers and we had to fill them
with hay and slept on the ground. We were put on a train and I think
it was 3 days to Mackay and got to bed in the middle of the night but
were awaken at sunrise and out on C-47 and went to Port Moresby where
the 41st Squadron was.
My first assignment
was to go to the port and in the hold of a ship and unload bombs. We
would place a hook on a bomb and they would lift out 5 at a time. When
the ship was unloaded I did not have to go back there again. I was at
Moresby only about a month.
went to Tsili-Tsili that was not too far from Lae where the Japs were
still there. On my first landing there there was a dog fight going on
right over the field. Of all the bombing raids I have ever been since
I was the most scared that day.
The only fuel we had
was flown in from Moresby and one assignment was to fly back and forth
to get aviation fuel. We loaded 7 55 gallon drums and went back to Tsili-Tsili.
Many times we were turned back by Zeros. I remember a P-40 across the
runway from us that a Jap bomb went through the wing. It was a dud and
just made a clean hole.
prisoner at Nadzab
only Jap prisoner being held by M.P.'s in a small cage at Nadzab. He
was near our flight line and waiting transportation out. Because of
being inquisitive, all wanted to see him. I gave him a roll of Life
Savers mints which he accepted gratefully. I do not believe he would
have weighed 110 lbs.
down a lost Jap Zero
I was an
armor, hanging and fusing bombs and putting in .50 cal ammo. We had
P-39's at Gusap and Nadzab and we got P-47. The fields were primitive.
Sometimes we would have a few 100 foot of marston matting if it was
available. About mid afternoon a Zero approached field at pattern alt.
and slow speed. There was no alert sounded. He was down wind, made a
left turn and lined up on strip before an alarm was sounded.
We had a P-47 up with
a new engine getting solo time on it. This pilot was in the right place
to get on his tail. One short burst and then the Jap tried to leave
but it was too late. I am sure that he was lost and wanting down. There
is no other reason he would have been alone and coming in so low and
slow. It was a sad event that did not have to happen. This was all in
plain eyesight of the airfield. It has always been my opinion that he
was lost and looking for a place to land. Most certainly, this belief
could not be debated under circumstances, but why was he alone at slow
Gusap Phantom Fly-by...
I was in
a little field hospital which was located in a beautiful coconut palm
grove. I am guessing the runway was about 5 miles from it. We believed
it was property of Palmolive Peat Company. The palm grove was somewhat
higher ground and made visibility good. Anyway I was in the chow line
for breakfast when 5 fighter planes came over heading for the airfield.
They were not Zeros as they did not have radial engines. As they flew
by people in the chow line wondered what they were. At that moment 50
cal tracers filled the air around the airfield. The 5 planes went right
on through it. AA guns were all around the field and as I remember each
battery had 4 50s' on a platform that turned 360 deg. How they all missed
is a miracle. I do not know if and damage was done but 41st received
none. Also while I was in the hospital John Wayne came in visiting and
I played a game of chess with him. I have his autograph on my photo
like Texas hail stones!
Who can remember how
long it took ack-ack shrapnel to fall to the ground after a night raid
on Owi Island? The falling fragments of exploded shells would develop
an aerodynamic spinning and could be heard very clearly as a buzzing.
On hitting the ground, they sounded like west Texas hail stones!
know the Chaplain's name or pilot who was buried wrapped in a shelter
half at Moratai But serving on an honor firing squad at the burial,
I remember the event as a very dignified, eloquent and stately service.
Memory of Chaplain James Shaw
we miss our Chappy,
'Twas but a week ago;
He gave us Communion,
And stressed the things that go
With God and home and country,
And other truths we know.
set a fine example,
Of a young mans cleaner life;
He showed it could be followed.
Throughout this mortal strife.
And so we know he was ready,
For even deaths long knife.
home again we're sitting,
When war has had its day;
We'll speak of comrades fallen,
who with their lives did pay.
Then Jim shall have our honor,
We saw him lead the way.
Memory of Captain Joe Lavin
was a bright New Yorkier,
He wore a Fordom ring;
His keen blue eye were Irish,
His smile a wholesome thing.
served our time in New Guinea,
And the things he told to me;
Were of an unseen Daughter,
And his wife, Marie.
his dreams were stilled
in the moonlight,
The Nip planes came at ten;
They ripped our camp to pieces,
we lost our finest men.
has now been told his family,
Their grief is deep I know;
But I too share their sorrow,
He was my best pal, "Joe".
The month of November
was rough. It ended in a bang when on the 26th, three Nip bombers came
over and dropped an undetermined number of bombs in our revetment area,
damaging several of our P-47's. Three of the planes had to be turned
over to the Service Squadron for repairs. The Japs returned the following
night and dropped approximately twenty bombs. Four of these bombs struck
in our camp area killing four enlisted men, S/Sgt Earl Osborn, Sgt.
Woodrow Freiberger, Corporals Walter Gentile and William McClain. Their
foxhole had received a direct hit.
This was not a harbinger
of things to come, because in December we had a relatively easy time
of it. There were 32 red alerts and 13 more bombings. Bombings that
affected our forces were on the nights of the 14th when four bombs were
dropped in the 5230 2nd Emergency Rescue Squadron, killing one man and
wounding two others, and on the night of the 25th when 12 bombs were
dropped on Pitoe Strip destroying 2 medium bombers.
It was during this
raid that the Spitfire shot down the Nip bandit. Everyone was out of
their foxholes, cheering like hell. The Spitfire did what the ack-ack
boys and P-61 had tried to do for two months, shoot down a Nip over
Our tactical mission
for the month of December was to cover 13th Air Force Bombers on strikes
over Cebu, Negros, Borneo and Mindanao. Our secondary missions were
Fighter sweeps and patrols. The success of these cover missions was
outstanding in that not one bomber was lost due to enemy interception.
Our fighter sweeps took us over the same areas in which we covered the
50 Caliber Machine Guns
I will ramble
through what little I remember about the 50 cal Browning Machine Gun.
First the bore size is 1/2 inch Measured with a micrometer, it is 500
thousandths of an inch or 50/100. All 50 cal ammo had copper jackets
which were identical. These were four types:
1. Ball, a lead filled
jacket with no marking
2. Tracer, which burned red on firing and had a red colored nose.
3. Incendiary, which burned on impact and was colored blue.
4. Armor piercing, had regular copper jacket with needle sharp hardened
steel interior. It had a black nose.
What we used was called
two-two and one. That meant two armor piercing one tracer and two incendiary.
I do not remember us using ball except when firing guns for converging
purposes, and they were not belted but put in one at a time. The 50
cal. fires at 15 rounds per second. This meant that when the trigger
was depressed, you were firing 120 rounds per second. Twenty tracer,
50 incendiary and 50 armor piercing. We had bad prop was problems and
sand and dust had to be cleaned with each flight. The most from the
inner guns, and a little less as you moved outward.
on the longest tree logs available must have been difficult at Moratai.
As the American force was growing there, the traffic was very heavy.
Two C-47's were making landing approaches one over the other. Many troops
were waving frantically and the tower was shooting red flares. When
the impending tragedy was recognized by the pilot of the upper plane,
his obvious reaction was to pull the wheel into his stomach. This caused
a stall and he crashed about 40 feet from our "D" flight.
The craft exploded into flame, and all of our crew one ran for safety
in the palm trees along the runway. The one man whose name was Pearlstien
went with a pry bar and was able, with the help of others inside to
open the cargo door. They all got out. He was never recognized for an
act of bravery and courage, nor was the others of us court-martialed
for escaping the danger.