A B-24 Liberator, 719th Squadron, 449th Bomb Group of
the 15th Air Force Combat #5, Serial# 42-52106
by Mark Melchiorre
Growing up I knew only the basics of my
father's (Angelo P. Melchiorre) time in the service. He had been a
tail gunner in a B-24 bomber. He had some photographs of B-24s and
we would watch them fly on the television show "Twelve O'clock
High". Dad had been shot down and was a prisoner of war in a place
called Stalag Luft I in Barth, Germany. We got the humorous version
of this from television's "Hogan's Heroes". He told me that a scar
in his lower leg was a gun shot wound. And I knew that he did not
like to talk about it much beyond that. He was proud to have served,
but that fact would be left to speak for itself. Luckily, it did not
take much to satisfy a young boy's curiosity.
Dad's silence on his wartime experience was typical of many WWII
veterans. In fact it wasn't until 1983 that the 449th Bomb Group
Association was formed to preserve the memory of it's legacy.
Periodically since dad's death in 1972 I would get curious about his
war experience. How was he treated as a POW? It could not have been
pleasant, but how bad was it? My imagination was fueled by movies
like "The Deer Hunter" where POWs in Viet Nam were brutalized and
forced to play Russian-roulette for the amusement of their captors.
So I would try to dig up information. The Army was of little help as
the depot that stored personnel records from that era was destroyed
by fire sometime ago. Little came of my research.
1994 was different. It was the 50 year anniversary of the
invasion of Normandy and the television, newspapers and magazines
were full of stories about WWII. In May a notice on the online
service, Compuserve, caught my eye, "Check the Military Forum for
WWII anniversary events". I posted a brief message on the Military
Forum with some known facts about dad's capture. Within hours I had
several contacts. One of these led me to Jim Miller, the treasurer
of the 449th Bomb Group Association. Jim sent me information about
the 449th and a list of the crew members of dad's plane. It turned
out that the nose gunner, Malcom Harper lived just a few miles from
me and we arranged to meet over dinner. Mal turned out to be a gold
mine of information.
While most of my curiosity focused on dad's POW
experience I gave little thought to the actual capture. I thought
the plane was shot down and the crew had bailed out into German
hands. It turns out that the capture of the crew and their plane
which I now know was named Sunshine is a story in itself.
Grottaglie, Italy
The crew arrived in Grottaglie, Italy on 6
Jan 1944. Grottaglie is located just inside the 'heel' of Italy's
boot. By then, Italy had already surrendered to the Allies but the
Italian Fascists still controlled much of Italy. It was 22 Jan 1944
that the Allies established a beachhead at Anzio, on Italy's Western
coast, Southwest of Rome. Almost the whole Northern half of Italy
was still enemy territory. Just months before, Grottaglie was an
airbase for the Fascist Italian Air Force and was itself the target
of Allied bombing attacks from squadrons based in Northern Africa.
Between our bombings and the damage caused by retreating armies,
Grottaglie was in shambles. Yet, the Allies made it their home.
Grottaglie and the other bases in southern Italy including
Manduria, San Pancrazio and Lecce were significant to the Allied war
effort because for the first time strategic Axis held targets in
central Europe were in bombing range. The Allies now had the ability
to disrupt enemy troop deployment and supply lines.
Many of the missions Sunshine flew during January through March
of that year were against railroad marshaling yards, airfields and
troop concentrations in northern Italy.
On a 28 March 1944 mission to Mestre, Italy, Sunshine had to
abort due to engine trouble. They were able to feather the engine
and returned safely to Grottaglie. Because Mission Command had
already issued a "Maximum Effort" command for the following morning,
Sunshine was immediately turned over to a ground crew who worked all
night making repairs. Parts were scavenged from B-24's that were
worse off than Sunshine. By morning Sunshine was once again running
on 4 engines.
A "Maximum Effort" required any plane capable of
taking off to fly the mission. This mission targeted the railroad
marshaling yards at Bolzano, near the Swiss and Austrian borders in
northern Italy. The purpose was to stop the flow of supply's to the
southern front.
To
Bolzano
"There's a mission today"
There's a mission today - you're scheduled to
fly. So you wait by the ship and look at the sky. It's cloudy
up there and the wind starts to blow. But the mission ain't
scrubbed - get in and go.
Your nerves are on edge, you cuss and you sweat, if
this damned ship flies you lose your bet. But the ship takes off
and you settle down and cast a longing glance at that lovely
ground.
The ship will fly while the engines run so you take
your post at your trusty gun and check to see if it's working
right. If the round ain't short nor the head space tight.
You've joined your squadron and joined your
group the vapor trails are as thick as soup. Your breath comes
short and you check your hose and cuss like hell cause the damn
thing's froze.
You clear the ice and you breathe again. It's the
life for birds - but not for men. Your face is cold and your
masks too tight so you pull it off and fix it right.
You've never seen it so damned cold. It tightens
you up with a square hold. Your fingers freeze to the grips of
your guns. You wonder who said that flying was fun.
The stuff is still bursting thick and black you
cuss the guy that invented flak. It pounds on the ship like an
angry surf. You're scared to hell, but you keep you're nerve.
You're skipper is wise, he's dodging the stuff but
there in the tail the riding is rough. The ship is hit cause you
feel the lurch. Your guns swing free as you lose your perch.
You feel her lurch and start to drop over the
'phone comes "feather the prop!" Smoke streams back from Number
Two but your pilot is quick and pulls her thru.
Soon you're over the field and circling round Then
into the pattern and on the ground. Then take her up to the
parking place You've made it again with the good Lord's
grace. Clear your gun and raise up its cover Then scramble out
to look her over. The ground crews there with a silly
grin They ask "Where in Hell have you been?"
She's full of holes from nose to tail But she went
and came and didn't fail. Just above where your head has
been You could drive a truck thru the vertical fin.
Your job is done so down to the tent Then head for
chow like a man hell bent. Those empty seats sort of spoil the
meal You've lost some pals, but it doesn't seem real.
You wait a while and watch the door But they don't
come back like they've done before. So you try to forget it and
think of tomorrow You've paid for the flight but not the
sorrow.
This story goes on, it has no end You lose a ship
and you lose a friend. Maybe some day you won't come back And
they'll chalk you up to 'fighters and flak'.
It's a hell of a life and you feel the strain But
you'd do the whole thing over again. Still you pray for the day
when there'll be no war So you can see what in hell you're
fighting for.
You're doing your job. You're winning the
fight Doing your best to make things right. Just hope you'll
live thru it and someday see That "lasting peace in a world
that's free"
---from A Wartime Log, Angelo P.
Melchiorre.
On Wednesday 29 March 1944, at
0821 hours, the 449th with the untested Sunshine as the last plane
in formation, took off and began the 3 1/2 hour flight to
Bolzano.
It was a cold winter and the high altitude made it that much
worse. Bombers at this time were essentially unheated. Gunners at
the open bays were prone to frostbite. Flak was a constant companion
and the planes were often riddled with holes. A squadron of German
ME-109s was spotted to the east, but they kept their distance. Being
the last plane in formation was a lonely task, and nobody realized
that more than the tail gunner of the last plane.
Before reaching the target at Bolzano, Sunshine's engine,
repaired with scavenged parts, failed again and had to be feathered.
Sunshine began to lose speed and altitude and was forced to drop out
of formation. By this time the escort of P-38 fighters had turned
back. Lone bombers were easy prey for enemy fighters. The gunners
were alert.
Sunshine was flying with a replacement navigator, Samuel
Guttenberg. It was his first mission with Sunshine. Guttenberg
plotted a course to Switzerland, the nearest safe zone. To lighten
their load they salvoed the bombs intended for Bolzano into a barren
mountain. The crew held on. They continued to lose altitude. The
mountains below became threatening.
Just before reaching safety in Switzerland, a burst of flak took
out a second engine. The plane rapidly lost altitude. Over the
intercom the crew weighed their options. It was time for a quick
decision, to bail out or stay with the plane. The navigator
estimated that they were just 2 minutes from Switzerland. The crew
decided to hang on. Lt. Hemphill tried to make the best of their
rapid descent. An air strip came into sight.
Sunshine came down hard but intact. You could hear a collective
sigh of relief from the crew. However, relief quickly turned to
concern.
As they came off the plane the crew saw that they were
surrounded by hostile, armed soldiers, and they were not Swiss. They
were Italian Fascists. Sunshine and crew had come down short of the
Swiss border and into enemy hands.
Captured
The crew was stripped of their uniforms and
boots. Each was given a 2 piece outfit fashioned from burlap to
wear. Angelo hid his ability to speak Italian. For several days they
were moved from town to town and housed in local jails. Soon they
were turned over to the Germans who placed them in solitary
confinement. They were fed meager rations. The interrogation
began.
One day the crew boarded a German JU-52 for an unknown
destination. After a short flight they approached an airfield for
landing. Angelo recognized it, and a few of the crew confirmed that
it was the airfield where Sunshine landed.
At the airfield, they saw their plane along with a motion picture
crew from the German Propaganda Division. The Sunshine crew was
forced to enact what they thought at the time was a voluntary
surrender. In fact the finished newsreel referred to it as a forced
landing. Over and over they were filmed disembarking from Sunshine.
Each time, Mal Harper would flash the V for victory sign. Being from
Hollywood, Mal knew full well what he was doing to the German
script. A German actor was placed in with crew for scenes that
required cooperation. (see unidentified in the photo
above)
Typical of most all day filming sessions, this was edited down to
a 45
second clip for German newsreels. It was shown complete with
aerial footage, flak guns firing, ominous music and a voice
over (.wav 244k). Harper's persistent V for victory ended
up on the cutting room floor, but from the brief footage of the
crew, one can tell that they are not happy. (Author's
note: I obtained a copy of this footage from the Bundesarchiv. View
the newsreel)
Sunshine was repaired by the Germans and flown by the Luftwaffe
in intruder missions against the RAF. Unfortunately the crew went
from being actors to POWs. They were transferred to Dulag Luft in
Frankfurt, Germany. Dulag Luft was where all POWs were photographed,
fingerprinted, and placed in solitary confinement. Each POW filled
out a Red Cross form, often called a "capture card". The official
purpose of the form was to collect the name, rank, and serial number
of the POW, but the Germans often had other questions on the form in
an effort to gain needed information. (For You the War Is
Over, pg. 54)
Dulag Luft was staffed by interrogation specialists. It was much
more intense than what they had encountered in Italy. Most
interrogation at Dulag Luft was brief, usually less than one week
and seldom involved torture. Physical treatment ranged from neglect
to withholding food, cigarettes, reading materials, the use of a
sweat box treatment and the disruption of sleep. (For You
the War Is Over, pg. 58)
Information was extracted using a variety of psychological
techniques and mental harassment to keep the POW off guard. A
popular routine was the "good cop, bad cop" approach used by teams
of interrogators. Angelo was unsettled by the fact that, just days
after being captured, the Germans already knew so much about him
including information about his family and previous jobs. When
interrogation was complete the POW's were taken to their permanent
prison. A special Luft was set up for communications specialists.
Sunshine's radio operator, Dominic Lombardelli, was separated from
the crew. (Author's note: We got to see Dominic a lot
when we were young. He is my brother's Godfather)
Angelo and the rest of the Sunshine crew, were sent to
Stalag Luft #1 in Barth, Germany.
Stalag Luft #1 was their home for 13 months until 4
May 1945 when they were liberated by the Russian armies advancing on
Germany from the west.
Back at Grottaglie
The 449th Bomb Group lost 2 planes that
day. One crashed shortly after take off. Sunshine was MIA.
An entry from the diary of SSgt. John T. Johnson, 719 Squadron,
449 Bomb Group, Ball turret gunner, Geisels' crew, "Wednesday X,
March 29, Raid #39 Bolzano marshaling yards northern Italy. P-38
escorts - lost one of them. Flak galore but no fighters. Some of
planes came back with flak holes. Sweating out number five
'Sunshine' - a new crew was flying her. 717th squadron lost one
ship on takeoff. Two were killed in it. Number five never came
back." (pg. 446, "Grottaglie, and Home")
And from the journal of the 449th Aircraft Inspector, Lt. Col.
H. A. Wilkes, "Lost one plane 'Holy Joe' today. Plane crashed
about three miles from end of runway. Two gunners were killed.
Others seriously injured. Pilot Fowler was flying co-pilot.
Weather seems to be breaking, one other plane missing in action,
42-52106. (pg. 456, "Grottaglie, and Home"). 42-52106 is the
serial number for Sunshine.
In all, the 449th Bomb Group lost 101 B-24s in combat
during the Allied war effort from 8 Jan 1944 to 16 Apr 1945. 453 men
lost their lives. 363 men became POWs.
Dedicated to my father, Angelo P.
Melchiorre. To O. Malcom Harper, and the rest of the
crew of Sunshine.
The crew members of Sunshine:
Gifford T. Hemphill - Pilot
Nelson D. Wood - Co Pilot
Samuel Guttenberg - Navigator (replaced Robert Feldman
3/29/1944)
John D. Puff- Bombardier
Francis J. (Frank) Talisano - Engineer
Dominic D. Lombardelli - Radio Operator
Orel Malcom Harper- Nose Gunner
Angelo P. Melchiorre - Tail Gunner
D.C. Powell - Waist Gunner
Eugene W. (Pat) Briggs - Ball Gunner
Robert Feldman - Navigator
References:
A Wartime Log, Angelo P. Melchiorre (Photographs, poems,
sketches)
Bundesarchiv, Koblenz, Germany (motion picture
and over 60 still photos) Postfach 320 56003
Koblenz Tel: 0261/505-0 Fax: 0261/505226
For You the War Is Over, David A. Foy, Stein and Day, 1984,
ISBN 0-8128-2925-5
Grottaglie, and Home, a History of the 449th Bomb Group
Malcom Harper conversations with the author
Missing Air Crew Report (MACR) 3715
Tucson to Grottaglie, a History of the 449th Bomb Group
449th Bomb Group Association:
James B. Miller, Treas. 125 Forest Lake
Drive Simpsonville, SC 29681 (864) 297-5208
R. F. Downey, Secy. 4859 Stanhope Drive St. Louis, MO
63128 (314) 892-4597
Men known to be at Stalag #1 with my father (from A Wartime
Log):
Lt Ryan's Site - He was a co-pilot on a B-24 and
a POW in Stalag luft 3 and 7
HeavyBombers.com is a resource that lists over
100 separate Heavy and Very Heavy Bombardment Groups. The site is
limited to units that served in the United States Army Air Forces
of World War II
Here are some photos of the only flying, fully
restored B-24 bomber in existence. I was able to tour this plane May
3rd 1996 at Van Nuys airport (Van Nuys, CA.)