Writing weekly columns of non-fiction is a demanding discipline in
that it involves writing seriously in a format which allows limited space while
requiring considerable attention to detail and accuracy. Breaking the process
roughly into three distinct working venues, I divide my effort between (1) reading and research, (2) thinking, and (3) writing. Since I am often working on two or three different
subjects-in-process it can get a bit complicated. Because of the need to say more in less space and fewer
words it becomes a balancing act with the serious author feeling guilty for
mastering so much more in new scholarship than he or she (and certainly I) can ever share with the target
audience.
During the past several weeks this
has been especially true. Not only because military aviation history by its
very nature is technologically challenging, but because those we allude to as the greatest generation reveal
themselves to be the most articulate, motivated and literate recorders of an entire era of time one can imagine. They
have made an “enterprise” out of their compulsion to pass on their very
personal sense of history to those of us who follow after them. They are
educated, principled, solid in their convictions and sure of the importance of
the history they have lived. In short they are a rare generation in not only what they accomplished, but in the
elegance with which they speak of it to those who are listening.
This is particularly true of the WW
II airmen about whom I have been writing. Every one of those 8th Air
Force “Groups” I have researched and written about continue to meet and work
together today – even though in starkly-reduced numbers – 70 years after their
war. They have been sharing memories, personal experiences, flying records,
names and fine details of virtually every mission or sortie they flew, together
with bombing results, buddies lost and lessons learned. Their love and respect
for friends living and lost is as alive and well in their 90s as it was in
their 20s. As I access precious and meticulously-kept “Group and Squadron
Archives”, I feel like a voyeur
looking over their shoulders through the decades which for them are crowded
with memories they keep alive and shining.
As a visitor descends the front
entrance to the “Mighty Eighth” museum today, the very first granite memorial
seen says; In memory of the men and women of the resistance who risked their lives
to come to the aid of Allied Airmen 1942-45. We will never forget. In every Group archive I visited would be an
entire proud section giving detail and sentiment to this message, often with
such names as Dedee DeJongh and Arnold Deppe, Monique deBissy and organizations like the shadowy Compte Line.
Because of the flight paths of the
bomber streams, the skies over Belgium and The Netherlands were often the
scenes of parachutes floating to earth as air crews departed their falling and
crippled planes; Holland alone saw more than 800 crashed Allied planes between
1942 and 1945. Most airmen were quickly rounded up by Nazi troops or
sympathizers and were quickly headed for Stalags
or POW camps. But these countries were also the most patriotic to the Allied
cause, and quick to give aid and comfort where they could. Escape and Evasion organizations brought together civilian
patriots, safe houses, resources and everyday “workers” and “keepers”, engaged
in an extremely dangerous enterprise, the end goal being to work the Allied
airmen across the Pyrenees by foot, or south by rail to safety in Spain. Because
families with young children were especially vulnerable to betrayal, these secret soldiers were often single women
– both young and elderly – willing to
risk all to save men whose language they didn’t even understand.
In the end, it was determined that
for every airman or soldier saved, two patriots lost their lives. Since escapees
seldom went back into battle (a stand-out exception was young Chuck Yaeger who
insisted to the contrary, and famously fought again,) it was not a great
trade-off. When asked why they persisted
against such odds the civilian partisans
said “because it was the right thing to do for the spirit of our nation.” Of
those who were betrayed and imprisoned only 18% ever came home.
Note: Readers wishing to know more about America’s
bomber crews and the operation of Escape and Evasion patriots should read SHOT DOWN by Steve Snyder who tells his
father’s real life story against the backdrop of the proud 306th
Bomb Group of the 8th Air Force in WWII.
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