Showing posts with label WWII. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WWII. Show all posts

Friday, May 12, 2017

The Duke was a real joke


StraightDope:
At the time of Pearl Harbor, John Wayne was 34 years old. His marriage was on the rocks, but he still had four kids to support. His career was taking off, in large part on the strength of his work in the classic western Stagecoach (1939). But he wasn't rich. Should he chuck it all and enlist? Many of Hollywood's big names, such as Henry Fonda, Jimmy Stewart, and Clark Gable, did just that. (Fonda was 37 at the time and had a wife and three kids.) But these were established stars. Wayne knew that if he took a few years off for military service, there was a good chance that by the time he got back he'd be over the hill.

Besides, he specialized in the kind of movies a nation at war wanted to see, in which a rugged American hero overcame great odds. Recognizing that Hollywood was an important part of the war effort, Washington had told California draft boards to go easy on actors. Perhaps rationalizing that he could do more good at home, Wayne obtained 3-A status, "deferred for family dependency reasons." He told friends he'd enlist after he made just one or two more movies.

Wayne was a hard-nosed Marine sergeant, a naval lieutenant and a commander of an airborne battalion during the invasion of Normandy. But those were his movies.


Wikipedia:
Charles Herbert "Red" Ruffing (May 3, 1905 – February 17, 1986) was an American professional baseball player. A pitcher, he played in Major League Baseball from 1924 through 1947. He played for the Boston Red Sox, New York Yankees, and Chicago White Sox. Ruffing is most remembered for his time with the highly successful Yankees teams of the 1930s and 1940s.

Ruffing dropped out of school as a child to work in a coal mine in his native Illinois. He played for the mine's company baseball team as an outfielder and first baseman. After he lost four toes from his left foot in a mining accident, he became unable to run in the field, and switched to pitching. He played in minor league baseball in 1923 and 1924 before making his MLB debut with the Red Sox. After struggling with Boston, pitching to a 36–93 win–loss record, the Red Sox traded Ruffing to the Yankees in 1930, where he became the ace of the Yankees' pitching staff.
Ruffing won 236 games for the Bronx Bombers while losing 132. He was dominant in the postseason, winning seven while dropping just two decisions. He completed eight of his nine starts. He also belted 36 home runs in the regular season, finishing third all-time behind Wes Ferrell with 37 and Bob Lemon with 39. He hit over .300 in eight different seasons, and was frequently used as a pinch hitter. He also played in the outfield in emergency situations.

Ruffing was a member of six World Series championship teams with the Yankees. He also appeared in six MLB All-Star Games. He was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1967. The Yankees dedicated a plaque to Ruffing in Monument Park in 2004.

After the 1942 season, Ruffing took a job with Vultee Aircraft, a defense contractor. Despite missing four toes, a United States Army doctor certified Ruffing as Class 1-B in the Selective Service System, overruled Ruffing's personal physician, who had ruled Ruffing unfit for service. The Army decided that Ruffing could serve in a non-combat role. At age 38, Ruffing missed the 1943 and 1944 seasons due to his service during World War II. He served in the Sixth Ferrying Group of the Air Transport Command of the United States Army Air Forces at the rank of private. He did pitch for the Air Transport Command's baseball team, throwing a perfect game against Joe DiMaggio's team, and leading his team to the championship.

One guy never complains about having to serve his country. The other whines to Boston Globe columnist Tom Long that "the directors got it wrong when they killed me off in Sands of Iwo Jima." As Ray Davies of the Kinks penned in the song “Celluloid Heroes,” “I wish my life was a nonstop Hollywood movie show.” We clearly see denial definitely beats the real thing.

Paul Murphy

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Wednesday, March 16, 2016

WWII POW returns to plane crash site and finds answers


The speakers program for March at the Smyth Public Library in Candia, NH featured WWII POW Gerry Smith from Durham, NH. The former University of New Hampshire professor kept his promise to speak for the allotted 50 minutes. The sellout crowd would have allowed for longer, if necessary.

Gerry was a UNH freshman when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. His first instinct was to join the armed services. Time would not allow for all volunteers to join at once so he entered the Army Air Corps in 1942 after having been part of the Reserve Officer Training Corps program. He attended flight schools in New York, North Carolina and Louisiana in two month intervals, earning his wings before his 21st birthday.

All of Gerry’s 25 missions were daytime bombing runs or frag bombing runs to support ground troops. These were mainly from Sardinia, an island off the coast of Italy. He said his first mission over southern France shortly after the D-Day invasion at Normandy was a real eye-opening experience. On November 4, 1944, Gerry was to be granted a three-day pass to Rome, Italy. His squadron was shorthanded so his Captain had asked if “he would delay his time off” so he could participate in a special mission on Sunday, November 5.

Flying in a group of nine B-26’s, Gerry’s plane was hit by German fighters and his plane was shot down over Italy. He was forced to parachute to safety from his Martin B-26 Marauder bomber. He landed in a field surrounded by 12 German soldiers. He was actually glad to see them.

"The civilians would have done me in. They came at me with clubs and pitchforks," the Durham man said.
Much to his surprise, the German soldiers stationed at an .88 millimeter anti-aircraft gun station protected him from certain death. They also provided him with very good medical care. "I was on the operating table probably within a half-hour after I landed," Smith recalled.

Smith, a second lieutenant with the 320th Bomber Group of the 444rth Squadron, was also wounded by German shrapnel in his left arm and German doctors had few medical supplies.

Smith said they didn't have any sulfur or cloth bandages and used chloroform for anesthesia.
"I expected they would cut my arm off, but when I came to and saw it was in a cast, I was amazed," said Smith.

Gerry would spend time in a German hospital in Merano, Italy until being moved to a POW camp in February to Spittal, Austria. After just 10 days, Smith said he and five other POWs along with two German soldiers and a German under officer headed to a second Germany POW camp in Frankfurt am Mein, and later to a third POW camp in Nuremberg, Germany, which was Stalag XIIID.

On Easter Sunday in April, Smith said 30,000 POWs were marched to another POW camp in Nuremburg to Moosburg, Germany. His weight had dropped from 180 pounds to 100 pounds by the time General Patton's army liberated them on April 29, 1945.

Soldiers were flown to the United States in an orderly fashion, based on need and rank. Gerry returned to Mitchell Field in New York in late May. The base is now the home of Hofstra University. The pilot had given the returning soldiers a treat by flying past the Statue of Liberty twice so they would know they were home.

Smith spent 18 months at Cushing Hospital in Framingham, MA recovering from his injuries. He would be discharged in January, 1947. He had achieved the rank of captain, and was also awarded an Air Medal, Purple Heart, the European Theater of Operations Medal, the Mediterranean Theater of Operations Medal, a Good Conduct Medal and a Prisoner of War Medal.

Gerry returned to his alma mater to finish his studies and spent 35 years at UNH as a professor in Animal Science. With his wife, Gerry returned to Italy and Germany in 1979 to visit the place where he was shot down in Italy. They rented a car and drove from Rome to Merano, Italy, then to Spittal, Austria, and to Frankfurt am Mein, Nuremberg and Moosburg.

In a second trip in 2012 with the entire family, one of the 12 year old Italian boys, who was playing soccer in the field when Gerry’s plane was shot down in 1944, met the family. He had remembered Gerry and hugged him, after having checked his left arm to be sure.

Mr. Smith is a hero from the Greatest Generation. He is a marvelous speaker who brought great knowledge and joy to his presentation. I am happy to call him my friend.

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Paul Murphy

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