2013-10-13 We have focused for several months on the story of the B-17 in World War II and its significance.
We have focused particularly upon the celebration in Noirmoutier, France of the crash of a B-17 on July 4, 1943 and the efforts to honor the brave crew as well.
We have published an interview with an eyewitness to the crash and what it meant to him as an 11-year old in the village.
We as well have honored the work of the SallyB in keeping a B-17 flying in France, and provided photos and videos of its role in the celebration as well.
But we wanted to bring to our readers attention this amazing story relayed to us by General (retired) Niclot from the French Air Force, a key organizer of the Noirmoutier events.
This story is confirmed in Elmer Bendiner’s book, The Fall of Fortresses
Sometimes, it’s not really just luck
Elmer Bendiner was a navigator in a B-17 during WW II.
He tells this story of a World War II bombing run over Kassel, Gemany. and the unexpected result of a direct hit on their gas tanks.
“Our B-17, the Tondelayo, was barraged by flak from Nazi antiaircraft guns. That was not unusual, but on this particular occasion, our gas tanks were hit.
Later, as I reflected on the miracle of a 20 millimeter shell piercing the fuel tank without an explosion, our pilot, Bohn Fawkes, told me it was not quite that simple:
“On the morning following the raid, Bohn had gone down to ask our crew chief for that shell as a souvenir of unbelievable luck. The crew chief told Bohn that not just one shell but 11 had been found in the gas tanks. 11 unexploded shells where only one was sufficient to blast us out of the sky. It was as if the sea had been parted for us.
A near miracle, I thought. Even after 35 years, so awesome an event leaves me shaken, especially after I heard the rest of the story from Bohn:
“He was told that the shells had been sent to the armorers to be defused. The armorers told him that Intelligence had picked them up.
They could not say why at the time, but Bohn eventually sought out the answer.
“Apparently when the armorers opened each of those shells, they found no explosive charge. They were clean as a whistle and just as harmless. Empty? Not all of them!
One contained a carefully rolled piece of paper. On it was a scrawl in Czech. The Intelligence people scoured our base for a man who could read Czech.
Eventually they found one to decipher the note. It set us marveling.
Translated, the note read: “This is all we can do for you now. Using Jewish slave labor is never a good idea.”