THE CREW SURVIVED – THE AIRCRAFT DIED
In November 1943, "Tuff Ship" was delivered fresh from the Ford factory to its crew at Alamogordo, New Mexico. From the U.S. they flew her to join the 450th Bomb Group in Italy on a route through South America and Africa. From the first, the crew and the aircraft had an affinity for each other.
Her Crew
Men in their late teens and early twenties manned her – Ed Wolcott, a competent 22 year old captain who loved to fly; Vic Meeker and Bob Leebody, a navigator/bombardier pair who aimed to excel; Herb Huff, who sat in the right seat steadfast and calm-the story goes that Ed never relinquished his take-off and landing responsibilities, but in the one great emergency with Ed out of action, Herb performed as if he had always been number one – and he was! Herb survived the war, as did the entire crew, and passed away in 1970. Engineer Bill Flanagan says he had little to do other to throw a few switches and exude confidence the aircraft would always return. He had skillful back up by Jim McGown who also manned a gun turret. John Goldthwaite stood by his radio through all kinds of commotion. He never sent a message from the ship and the one time an emergency message was needed, he had to refrain because the ship was drenched in gasoline.
Six gunnery positions were manned most of the time. The designated ball gunner, Bob Fisher, found the ball turret exceedingly confining for his six foot frame. He could be more relaxed at the waist guns and teamed at times with Ben Runyan. There were fighters from time to time and J.R. Frank manned the tail guns and knocked down three of them. The others served to keep fighters at bay with their fire power.
"Tuff Ship" lumbered through 67 missions, patched and repatched. Ed Nelson and his helpers constantly crawled over the sleeping aircraft testing, patching, and repairing. The quality and dedication of their wok was recognized early by a commendation for the outstanding record of "Tuff Ship" in having flown 28 consecutive missions with no early returns.
She Dies
Never did the aircraft fail to take her crew to the target and return. Although frequently damaged, neither flak nor fighter fire was able to bring her down. Her demise came in an undignified manner and at that time, she had far more missions to her credit than any sister craft. As she rested between flights, she was rammed by another aircraft whose brakes failed on the taxi strip. Her tail was chewed off and "Tuff Ship: was dismantled for parts. Anyhow, she was old and worn and her mission fulfilled – her crew was safely gone from the base and on their way home.
She had served to bring ten men together to work as a tem and to develop a closeness that did not require words. After 40 years with no contact, they met at Riverside, California in 1983 at the first reunion of the 15th Air Force. They found that they cared very much for each other despite the absence of contact through all the years. They arrived at Riverside from different backgrounds, hometowns, occupations, and life styles, yet the closeness forged in combat still bound them together.
- Bill Flanagan and Vic Meeker, Sortie Magazine, Vol. VII No. 4, 1992
The shrapnel (chunk of exploding anti aircraft bomb) that went through dad's shin busting his knee cap and tearing a chunk out of the back part of his leg. The first time that I knew of dads injury was when I was in high school and I asked him, he rolled up his pant leg and below his knee where you and I have a shin bone he had about a 2 inch long scar maybe 1/2 inch wide. The back of his leg in his calf was a 3-4 inch long maybe inch wide crater in his calf muscle. Dad came home from the war from a hospital in Italy to work as a carpenter for the next 28years with a bad leg before he retired with 100% disability from the Veterans Administration.
shrapnel is about 1 1/2 inches long
Dad's service uniform with the 15th Patch..along with his staff sergeant strips
Dad had 4 Oak Leaf Clusters with his Air Medal
DadsDistinguished Flying Cross
DadsPurple Heart