Monday, March 30, 2015

Prisoners No More

For a writer interested in sharing stories about military veterans, it comes with mixed emotions to hear the experiences of veterans who were former prisoners of war – happy to hear they survived, but saddened they had to encounter such experiences.

Discounting physical and emotional issues, life expectancy tables alone dictate that the number of former POWs from World War II is in freefall.  Nonetheless, a good number of this select group live in North Carolina’s Triad area.  Some I have not met, but others  I have written about in the Greensboro News & Record – Bill Beavers, John Koehne, John Anderson, Tommie Hinton, Pete Edris, and Bill Gundersen come to mind.

On March 22, 2015, the North Carolina chapters of the American Ex-Prisoners of War held their annual state meeting at Captain Bill’s in Greensboro.  Over 250 invitations went out, 21 were able to come.  Leaders were pleased with the turnout -- the dynamics and attendance expectations of this group are quite different from most.
NC meeting of Ex-POWs held in Greensboro, NC.
Greensboro’s Bill Beavers, B-17 gunner, long-time friend, and the first POW I wrote about was there.  Greensboro’s Jane Fredrickson was there, even though she had just lost her husband (who was a World War II veteran) a few days earlier.  Fredrickson was born in the Philippines and along with her mother and sister were held as civilian prisoners of war for three years.  Her High Point daughter, Ann Williams, brought her mother to the meeting.  I haven’t written about Jane Fredrickson, but hope to do so soon.
Jane Fredrickson, Greensboro woman, sister and mother taken as
civilian POWs in Philippines at outbreak of WW II.   John Mims
survived Bataan Death March and imprisonment in the Philippines and
Japan.
Daughters of two deceased former POWs organized the event.  Lezah Arney’s father, John Anderson, was a B-17 radio operator in the 8th Air Force, Toni Price’s father, Tony Sanginite, was a mechanic with the 9th Infantry Division.  He was captured twice -- once in Italy and again in Germany.
Greensboro’s Emily Boswell was in attendance.  Both her brother and husband were B-17 crewmen shot down over Germany and captured.  Ironically, they went overseas together, flew from the same base in England and were shot down just days apart. They spent three years together in the same German POW camp.

Rocky Mount native E. Maurice Braswell was one of the first out-of-towners I met, and I quickly introduced him to Bill Beavers – Braswell was a B-17 tail gunner, Beavers was a B-17 waist gunner – both flew with the 15th Army Air Force from Southern Italy.
B-17 Tail-gunner, Judge E. Maurice Braswell, and B-17 Waist-gunner,
Bill Beavers reminisce about their POW days.
Both flew missions over Ploesti, Romania, one of the most fiercely defended Nazi oil and synthetics sources.  Both their B-17s were hit over Ploesti, Beavers made it to Italy before crash landing – Braswell’s B-17 went down near Ploesti.  (Beavers was shot down later over Germany and captured.) 
After the war, with a law degree from UNC, Braswell served as district attorney and superior court judge in Fayetteville and later on the NC Court of Appeals.

Paul Dallas was an infantry squad leader in the Army’s 45th Infantry Division.  He was captured during the Invasion of Southern France and imprisoned in three different German Stalags and one work camp before being liberated by the Russians at war’s end.  His weight dropped from 165 pounds to 92 pounds, resulting in a three-week coma during repatriation.  In addition to malnutrition, he was treated for spinal meningitis, hepatitis and pneumonia in France before returning stateside. 

Dallas returned to his Mississippi roots and graduated from Mississippi State University.  His work brought him to North Carolina, first with the Fayetteville Public Works and later with the Lumbee River Electric Membership Cooperative.  He has served in every national post of the American Ex-Prisoners of War, including national commander.  He and his wife currently reside in Fayetteville, where he is working on a book about his experiences.
Mississippi native and former POW, John Dallas, is past Commander of
the American Ex-Prisoners of War Association.
Mr. and Mrs. John Mims were seatmates to my wife and me during the luncheon meeting.  I made notes on everything at hand except my catfish sandwich.  Mims, a full-blooded American Indian from South Georgia, was in the Army and stationed in the Philippines at the outbreak of World War II.  He survived the Bataan Death March, even though one arm was mangled from a bomb explosion.  Japanese guards broke his legs with a bull dozer blade after a failed escape attempt.  He was imprisoned in Japan when the war ended.

Mims married a Filipino he met before the war and retired from the Army with 27 years of service.  They had three children, adopted two, and fostered 20 other children.  After 57 years of marriage, his wife died.  He has since remarried to Nena, she is also Filipino.  The Mims live in Aberdeen, North Carolina.

POWs from the Korean and Vietnam Wars were in attendance as well, I hope to write about them in future columns.


Without exception, each of the former World War II POWs I talked with credited a higher power for their survival.  Mims summed it up, “God has been mighty good to me – for a long time!”

Ol'Harry

Friday, March 13, 2015


This article is a continuation of the Bill Beavers story, ANOTHER REASON HIS WAS THE GREATEST GENERATION.  It is written by a Swiss researcher, Juerg Herzig, who read the Beavers’ column online and thought it resonated with something his mother had told him many years ago – she lived in the small town of Trimbach, Switzerland.  His website is http://standwheretheyfought.jimdo.com

Sixty-five years ago, the B-17 ‘Dottie’, a U.S. bomber, crashed in Trimbach.
By: Jurg Herzig

B-17 Dottie after being shot down.

Saturday, February 27, 2010, will be the 65th anniversary of the day the enemy aircraft crashed in Trimbach. 

On Tuesday, February 27, 1945, about 2:20 p.m., according to Trimbach villagers, air raid sirens sounded in Olten, warning of an air raid.  Subject of the warning was a Flying Fortress approaching from the direction of Winznau. 

The bomber was from the 414th Squadron, 97th Bombardment Group (Heavy), 15th Air Force, deployed from Amendola Air Base, near Foggia, Italy.

The B-17 Flying Fortress, known as Dottie was tasked to attack the Guderbahnhof, the main freight terminal in Augsburg, Germany.  During the attack, the ship was heavily damaged by anti-aircraft flak.  One engine was lost and the bombardiers were wounded.


As the mission’s lead aircraft, Dottie was designated (PFF).  Her nose gun turrets had been replaced with Pathfinder Force H2X radar equipment, code named “Mickey”.  “Mickey 4” was her radio call sign.     

Major George Albin, flying on his first mission with this Squadron, reported being struck by enemy fire at 1:25 p.m.  Another aircraft from Squadron 414, piloted by Major John R. Campbell, was flying alongside when Albin ordered Dottie’s crew to abandon the ship as soon as possible.

The aircraft was losing altitude rapidly.  The pilot did not think it could make it over the Alps, therefore, his order for abandonment. 

Bill Beavers, a waist gunner aboard Dottie, remembers the mission quite well. 

He and other crew members, who had completed thirty combat missions, did not agree with the pilot’s decision. 

They recalled a similar incident of August 18, 1944, when their aircraft received heavy damage and the loss of three engines over Ploesti, Romania.  Yet, the remaining engine flew them several hundred miles to safety.

Realizing Dottie was only six minutes from reaching the Swiss border, a crew member radioed the pilot to stay the course, rather than going down in German territory. 

This was seconded by Bill Beavers, “Better to be interned in Switzerland than becoming a POW in Germany!”

Even though most of the crew wanted to remain on board, Major Albin placed the aircraft on automatic pilot and along with the co-pilot, bailed out.

Only when the cockpit failed to respond to other crewmembers did they know the pilot and co-pilot had jumped.

“We were scared to death to jump, but Richard Adkins, our tail gunner, told us to stay calm.  Adkins was a big guy from Texas and threatened to boot our ass out of the plane if necessary.  As it happened, Adkins got stuck and we booted him out, then the rest of us jumped”, says Beavers.

Beavers and other crew members landed near a river and were captured by German police near Pussen.  Other crewmen landed close to a German Army Camp were captured near Kaufbeusen by the German Army.

The Dottie crew spent the remainder of the war in various POW Camps.  Beavers was imprisoned in Stalag VII A, near Moosburg.

General Patton’s Tank Division liberated him on April 30, 1945.  By that time he had lost more than fifty-five pounds.  Today, Bill and his wife, Mary, live in Guilford County, NC.  Now retired, he spends much of his time playing golf.

Back to Dottie, she flew on auto-pilot into Switzerland, crossing the border at approximately 2:00 p.m.  The Swiss Air Force customarily intercepted errant bombers and directed them to land at Dubendorf. 

Seeing that this B-17 was not responding to directions, Swiss Air Force fighter planes commenced firing on Dottie at 2:40 p.m.  Even after Dottie’s fuselage and right wing panel was on fire, the ship flew towards Trimbach.

Even though Dottie was losing altitude, the fighter planes remained on the ship’s tail, continuing to fire in an attempt to bring the ship down.  Unmanned, damaged, and out of control, Dottie twice circled the village of Olten, before finally falling towards Trimbach.

At one time, it was feared the damaged B-17 would crash into the Kantonsspital, the Trimbach Hospital.  Fortunately, those fears did not materialize.

Around 3:00 Dottie crashed into a field near Rinetelhof’s Inn in Trimbach.

Soldiers, police and firefighters rushed to the crash scene, only to discover that the aircraft had been completely destroyed.  They were not surprised that not even a tiny clue of crew member remains was found. 

Monday, March 2, 2015

Guest Post - SUPPO Log: Farewell To A Friend

The Ol’Harry Blog consists of veterans’ stories, primarily from the past tense.  I have invited my active-duty Navy son to contribute occasional articles from his perspective in the present tense.  Captain Harry Thetford Jr. is a Supply Officer in his 27th year of service.  As a military history researcher and enthusiast, his work has been published in various military journals.

The SUPPO Log is a periodic email he sends to family and friends to share Navy adventures.  Enjoy!  
Ol'Harry

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SUPPO Log January 30 2015
Dear family and friends,
Fittingly, it was cloudy and cold the morning I said goodbye to an old friend.  She was just shy of 30 years old.  A friend of a friend is more accurate, but it was still a sad day. 
The friend was the US Navy Frigate USS ELROD (FFG 55), and I attended her decommissioning ceremony on Friday, January 30 2015.  A decommissioning ceremony is a formal termination of active service for a Navy ship.  If the commissioning ceremony brings a ship to life, the decommissioning ceremony is akin to a funeral.
In 1993 I had the honor of participating as a “Plank Owner” in the commissioning ceremony of the USS KEARSARGE (LHD 3).  On a muggy Mississippi Day, the sponsor shouted “Man our ship and bring her to life!”  My shipmates and I, in dress white uniforms, with swords and medals jingling, ran aboard and took our places.
This was my first decommissioning ceremony.  I proudly served on the Frigate USS RODNEY M DAVIS (FFG 60) from August 1997 to August 1999.  I was unable to attend her decommissioning on 23 January 2015 in Everett, Washington.  I attended the USS ELROD decommissioning in Norfolk as a way of saying farewell to my old friend we affectionately called the “RMD” or “Rocking Rodney”.
Great memories of time on board the RMD remain.  At first RMD was home ported in Yokosuka, Japan.  I fondly remember training in Sagami Wan (Sagami Bay) with pristine views of Mount Fuji towering above the other mountains.  From Japan, we visited Okinawa, and sailed the same waters where the USS AARON WARD (DM 34) was slammed by multiple kamikazes in May 1945.  Amazingly, the crew saved the ship and many a hero was born that day..
Sailing to Hong Kong, I recall battling 20 foot seas, alone and unafraid!  Fortunately I did not get seasick, but most of the crew, including the Captain and the Executive Officer, were down hard.  The cooks could not cook, not that anyone wanted to eat anyway!  I stayed on the bridge, encouraging the watch team and amazed by the power of God’s seas.
The RMD was then ordered to shift home ports from Yokosuka to Everett, Washington, just north of Seattle.  Like sailors of old, the very first time I laid eyes on my new home of Everett was when the ship sailed into the harbor.
Living in Washington State was a great experience for an easterner like me.  There is no more beautiful place than the Straits of Juan de Fuca on a clear day.  The RMD glided through, with Mount Rainer, Mount Hood, and the Olympic Mountains dominating the majestic view.
In March 1999, we deployed from Everett to the Arabian Gulf.  On the way we stopped in Hong Kong, Singapore, and Phuket, Thailand. 
In the Gulf, we primarily conducted boarding operations of merchant ships heading in to and out of Iraq, searching for contraband.  I was the Boarding Officer, and led a small team of enlisted personnel who searched the ship.  With our armed helicopter circling overhead, we climbed from the Rigid Hull Inflatable Boat (RHIB) up the Jacob’s ladder to the deck of the merchant ship.  Proceeding to the bridge, I questioned the ship’s Master and reviewed paperwork.  The Boarding Crew inspected the ship and all containers on board.      
While in the Gulf, the RMD made port visits to Bahrain, Kuwait, and Doha, Qatar.  In Doha, my cooks hosted a Memorial Day picnic at the US Ambassadors house.  Since that day was my birthday, the band sang Happy Birthday in my honor.  Little did I know that I would spend an entire year, and another birthday, in Doha on a subsequent assignment.
Steaming out of the Gulf, the RODNEY M DAVIS headed southeast towards Australia.  On the way, we crossed the equator and conducted a “Crossing the Line” ceremony.  This was my first time, so we “Slimy Pollywogs” were inducted by the “Trusty Shellbacks” who had crossed the equator before.  Though our ceremony was tame compared to years ago, the Pollywogs were tested and approved by King Neptune and the RMD had a crew full of Trusty Shellbacks. 
The reward for a successful deployment was three port visits in Australia.  Darwin, Cairns, and Brisbane were great cities and the Aussies were outstanding hosts.  In Cairns I checked one item off the bucket list by diving on the Great Barrier Reef.
The RMD also played an important role in courting my wife.  She worked for the Navy in Japan, and as the ship sailed east for the new home port in Washington, I realized there was more between us than friendship.  I sent her a letter, which led to phone calls, visits, and ultimately dating.  On deployment, we were able to meet in Hong Kong, Singapore, Cairns, and Brisbane. 
This global, whirlwind romance was probably the reason she said yes when I proposed in the shadow of Mount Fuji after deployment!
And on the way home from deployment, we pulled into Pearl Harbor sailing past the USS ARIZONA Memorial and the USS MISSOURI to moor for one last port call.  Waiting on the pier were approximately 25 “Tigers”…family members who would sail home to Everett, Washington with us.  Included amongst the Tigers were my father and brother. 
The Tigers got the full Navy treatment for seven days sailing from Pearl Harbor to Washington.  Just out of Pearl, we hit high seas and many of the Tigers experienced the joy of seasickness.  A few turned green and were not seen again until we arrived in port.  I took it for granted, but I noticed the Tigers were a bit nervous about not seeing land for over five days. 
Spending a week with my father and brother, showing them what life at sea is all about, was priceless.     
Shortly after deployment, I transferred from the RODNEY M. DAVIS, but the memories will always be cherished.
The speaker at the USS ELROD decommissioning was a Marine Brigadier General, a pilot by trade.  This was fitting, as the ELROD was named for a Marine aviator who was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor for his heroic actions on Wake Island during WWII.  And the RMD was named for Marine Sergeant Rodney M. Davis, who was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor for heroism in Viet Nam.   
One US Navy Frigate remains on active duty…the USS KAUFFMAN which is currently deployed and will be decommissioned when she returns.
May the Frigates rest in peace…fine ships that have served our country well.  I’ll always be proud to be called a “Frigate Sailor”.
CAPT Harry Thetford, with the former USS ELROD (FFG 55).  Also in the background is the hospital ship USS COMFORT.

Until next time,
Harry Jr.

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