My Grandfather (Charles W. Bickett) who had flew with the 445th out of Tibenham, England, Had kept in touch with one of his old Bomber buddies for many years after the war. Shortly before my grandfather passed on in April of 1997 he received this story from his good friend Frank W. Federici along with a personal letter. They are as follows................
17 Feb. 1997
Dear Laila and Charles,
Since we have not heard from you this past Christmas we have been concerned. We hope and pray that you are well. We sure would love to hear from you. Vince Mazza and I have been toying with writing this Misberg mission story since 1982. Vince sent me the details about what was happening in the cockpit and I combined them with what was happening in the nose area of the ship with numerous details I took from newspaper clippings that I have saved. The result is the enclosed story which we thought you guys would like to have.
Vince, Carl Bally and I belong to the Second Air Division Association (2ADA). This association publishes a quarterly "journal". This story will be published in the next quarterly journal. Amounst other items, the journal likes to publish mission stories that any member may submit. I will also send copies to Vince, Carl Bally, Eddie Goodgion & Jean Krieg (Herbie died 20 years ago). I do not have Kenny Brass' Address or I would send a copy to him, too. If you have Brass' address, please send it to me.
I hope you like what we have done. We are "sweating you out" - Please let us know how you are doing.
Love,
Ida and Frank
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"MISERY AT MISBERG"
THE MISBERG MISSION (445TH)
26 NOVEMBER 1944
By: Frank W. Federici and Lt. Col. Vincent Mazza Ret.
When this mission was publicized in the "Stars and Stripes" in February 1945, the caption read, " All In A Days Work". This caption is appropriate because we all did our respective jobs and helped each other - a normal bomber crew.
We finally decided after 52 years (with encouragement from others) that other bomber crews would like to read about our crew's teamwork and correlate it with their own, especially under such dire circumstances. We also thought that our children and grandchildren, as well as other living crewmembers would want to know. None of our crewmembers gave any thought to publicize this mission over the years because our overwhelming thought concerning Misberg was the loss of Jim Williams, our pilot. Now we feel that Jim would concur, so let us tell our story :
The Crew members are:
James A. Williams (Pilot)
Vincent Mazza (Co-Pilot)
Leo J. Lewis (Bombardier)
Frank W. Federici (Navigator)
John C. Christainson (Nose Turret Navigator)
Herbert A. Krieg (Engineer)
Carl E. Bally (Radio Operator)
Edward W. Goodgion (Waist Gunner)
Kenneth J. Brass (Waist Gunner)
Charles W. Bickett (Tail Gunner)
Click here to see a crew photo: [url "http://img29.photobucket.com/albums/v86/kharn/WWIICrew.jpg"]http://img29.photobucket.com/albums/v86/kharn/WWIICrew.jpg[/url]
Our crew was assigned to the 700th bomb squad and had become a lead crew. We were leading the low left squadron or the lead squadron, we do not remember which.
In the main briefing room we soon learned that our target was near Hanover which meant that we were going to have a rough mission. We became even more apprehensive when we learned that we would be bucking a 150-mph head wind during the bomb run!
We took off, assembled into formation, and took the "American Highway" (the route over the Zuider Zee). After the "Zee" we continued on the briefed courses, which were generally in an easterly direction north of Misberg. At this time the navigator checked our ground speed which was 375 mph. We flew past Misberg, turned right (south) and then right again to head in a westerly direction on the bomb run with a ground speed of 90 mph! Some of you Misberg navigators will re-call this speed (we were hanging on "Skyhooks").
We went into our bomb run, routine with the navigator talking on the interphone to the nose turret navigator to pinpoint our location. In turn, the nose turret navigator (who could see directly in front of the aircraft) worked with the bombardier until the bombardier had the target in his bombsight. Once the bombardier had the target in his bombsight there was absolute silence (no use of the interphone) while he controlled the aircraft as he synchronized the bombsight. The bombsight controlled the automatic pilot during the bomb run.
During the early part of the bomb run (Before the bombardier had the target in his bombsight) the navigator saw many fighters high at 3:0’clock in a big dogfight and mentioned it on the interphone. They were about 30,000 feet (hundreds of them – P-51’s and ME-109’s). We saw five or six trails of smoking aircraft each time we had a chance to look in that direction. We learned after our return to base that 105 German fighters were shot down during that battle. Of course the P-51"s were our fighter cover and this day they were involved in this dog-fight. Meanwhile the enemy had assigned other of their fighters to hit our squadron by coming in 5 abreast at 11:o’clock.
On the first wave our pilot, James A. Williams, was hit with a 20mm. and killed instantly. The bullet went through his flak suit and embedded in this backpack parachute. The pilot slumped over the controls and the co-pilot, Vincent Mazza, immediately took over with one hand while trying to hold the pilot back from the control with the other to avoid a collision with other ships in our formation. The biggest problem that the co-pilot was having was the pilot’s flying boots were interfering with the rudder controls. The flight engineer heard this and got out of the upper most turret. The co-pilot pointed to the pilot’s boots. The engineer saw the problem, but the co-pilot had to apply left rudder momentarily to free the boots (even though it meant turning into a B-24 on our left, then immediately applying right rudder to avoid a collision). The engineer freed the boots from the rudder controls. Our left wing almost touched the waist gunner on the B-24 on our left! Close is only good in horseshoes and hand grenades! The engineer strapped the pilot into his seat.
Then a second wave of enemy fighters came in and a 20mm. Explosive shell knocked out the nose turret, wounded the nose turret navigator and blew out all of the Plexiglas below the turret and in front of the bombsight. In turn, the bombardier who had already synchronized the bombsight was knocked over and against the navigator, who in turn was knocked down onto the nose wheel doors. The bombardier’s helmet and oxygen mask were knocked off and he was completely dazed. The navigator, Frank Federici, shook him and with sign language sent him back to the flight deck. The navigator called the radio operator, Carl Bally, and told him to watch for Leo Lewis or have Herbie Krieg, the flight engineer, attend to him. The flight engineer and radio operator shared their oxygen masks with the bombardier until another mask could be brought to him from the waist section of the ship. The waist gunner Eddie W. Goodgion was called and asked to bring blankets and an oxygen mask for the bombardier whose ears and face were frost bitten. The tail gunner, Charles W. Bickett, had lost communication with the rest of the crew and was unaware of the situation. [#ff0000](* Read my comments at the end of the story)[/#ff0000]
Back to the navigator – Bombardier area of the ship. Since the bombardier had already synchronized the bombsight, the navigator grabbed the salvo lever, watched the movable indice come abreast of the stationary indice on the bombsight, (Bombs away) and salvoed the bombs to insure that they were released on target. After the bombs were released the navigator helped the wounded nose turret navigator, John Christainson, out of the turret. He was able to crawl back to the waist section of the ship where the left waist gunner, Kenneth Brass, tended his wounded leg. Most of the crewmembers were "busy-beavers" on this particular bomb run – a considerable amount of additional activities that occurred in a few minutes!
The navigator tucked his trousers back into his boots (they came out when he was knocked down earlier). Frost bitten shins were not discovered until our return to base. At this time the navigator recognized the situation of a 200-mph windblast at –55 °C with a possible third wave of enemy fighters. With self-preservation in mind, he pulled out his .45 pistol and looked through the Plexiglas hole to fight the enemy’s 20mm. cannons! Quite a few profane remarks were uttered but fortunately our Lord was with us. Another wave did not come.
The navigator recognized that the co-pilot had gained complete control of the ship and since all four fans were working we were able to stay in formation for our mutual protection until we were out of enemy territory in spite of the cold air and windblast. Any straggler is easy prey for the Luftwaffe. When we were finally able to descend, we were on our own. The navigator noticed that his maps and charts were torn and tangled in the control cables. The co-Pilot was assured that this was not a problem and that compass headings would be given without maps. This was feasible because this was our 25th mission and the navigator was familiar with various landmarks on the way to base.
To avoid much of the windblast, the navigator sat on the navigator table and continued to direct the pilot. It was difficult to stand and function with this gale. Meanwhile back in the cockpit our co-pilot’s eyes felt like they were freezing and he was having difficulty seeing. To avoid some of the airblast, he looked down and saw his plastic goggles dangling from the wing flap lever. He grabbed the goggles and put them on. Vincent Mazza still believes that this 50 cent item probably saved our lives.
We hit Great Yarmouth on the coast of East Anglia and continued to base.
The crew teamwork brought us home. Our pilots tube was damaged causing the air speed meter and altimeter to be inoperative. The navigator fired distress flares out of the top hatch while the co-pilot maneuvered along side of another B-24 which was on it’s final approach. The other pilot recognized that we were in trouble and let us move into his pattern for our landing. Our co-pilot had been gauging his speed and altitude while flying with the other B-24. Our co-pilot (now pilot) "greased us in" although it was fast. The flight engineer handled the throttles for the pilot. We learned that the other B-24 was piloted by Henry Orzechowski. Again, more teamwork.
The co-pilot had a large double chin when we hopped out of the ship (frostbite) – he also had frost bitten wrists. The bombardier’s ear lobes became one inch thick from frostbite.
The crew attended the graveside services for James A. Williams and 51 others at the Cambridge, England cemetery. Five other ships from our squadron were shot down at Misberg. This was a rough one!
Henry Orzechowski suggested to the authors that we should write about this mission. F. H. "Pete" Bradley who was Charles (Chuck) walker’s navigator also suggested to this crew’s navigator that we ought to submit this story to the 2ADA Journal. We finally did it "Pete" and Veronica Orzechowski. We are certain that this would have made Hank very pleased.
"All In A Days Work"? Not one we would like to repeat!
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[#ff0000]*[The tail gunner, Charles W. Bickett, had lost communication with the rest of the crew and was unaware of the situation.][/#ff0000]
When I sat and read this story with my Grandfather (Charles W. Bickett) He told me that he was quite aware of the situation and the reason that he had lost communication. He had told me that the reason he had lost communication was by that time with all the jerking and bucking the aircraft was doing (unusual compared to his previous 24 missions) that he was half way up the tail section of the aircraft trying to get to the cockpit. He said in his own words " I was trying to get up there to fly that damned plane myself!" Unfortunately we lost my grandfather just a couple of months after he received this story from Frank Federici. He would never talk much about the war with us. I guess it bothered him. Which is totally understandable. But after he received this story, he did start talking about some things that happened. I wish we could of heard alot more of his stories.... I miss my Grandpa.