Saturday, June 11, 2011

A TRIBUTE TO BOB

1st Lt. Robert E. Swain
                       




















1st Lt. Robert E. Swain served as
a navigator in the 415th Bomb
Squadron of the 98th Bomb
Group during WWII.  He was
stationed in Lecce, Italy. 
He flew 34 missions with
my dad and the crew of their
B-24 Liberator. 

May this tribute be a constant
reminder to his family and
friends that he bravely and
honorably served his country well
for which we are all deeply grateful.

As for my dad...he and Bob remained
close friends for many years after the war. 
     
 
First Lt. Robert Swain
415th Bomb Squadron
98th Bomb Group


1st Lt. Robert Swain     
from Willoughby, OH
enlisted into the Army Aircorp
December of 1942 and served
as a navigator for the 415th
Bomb squadron of the 98th
Bomb Group stationed in
Lecce, Italy.   He was assigned
to his crew before they
left their Mountain Home, Idaho
base.  My dad and Bob Swain
quickly developed a strong
friendship and remained
close friends after the war.
They attended several of the
98th Bomb Group reunions
together and also spent time
visiting each other in their 
homes.  As Bob's health
declined, and they could
no longer attend the reunions,
my dad and he still remained
in touch.  My father thought
the world of Bob Swain and
had such great respect for him.
He was proud to have him as a
good friend for so many, many
years.       


Bob's Memory of the Jump and Last Mission
as written to Captain Charles H. Estes:


"On March 15th at around 3:00 p.m.
we jumped from our B-24.   Bob had
the responsibility of not only navigation
but also to know where the safe and
danger areas were over the territory
where the flights would take them. 
On the previous afternoon of the last
flight of the crew, Bob attended a briefing
on the area which they would be flying
over the next day.

After the second engine was lost, they
jettisoned as much guns, ammo and
other non-essentials to gain elevation.
Charles conferred with Bob about their
location, whether it was enemy or
friendly, towns or isolated, etc. 
After there was no correction in the
height after jettisoning equipment,
Charlie made the decision to
bail out.

At the time it was determined that
the crew would have to bail out of
the B-24, Bob remembers Charlie
asking him to go to the bay area
and to make sure everyone had
jumped or were proceeding to jump.
He remembers standing there with John
"Little Man" Congleton in the bay area.
He was to jump before Congleton, but
Congleton appeared to need some
persuasion and reassurance that he
and Charlie were right behind him.
Bob said, "Go ahead John and jump
and I'll be right behind you."  As John
was about to go out the door, his shoulder
strap on his pack caught a hook around
the door and Bob had to assist in getting
it unhooked.  John jumped and Bob then
looked to see Charlie coming towards him
with a hand motioning him to jump also.
It was extremely noisy from the engine
and wind, and wasn't sure whether 
Charlie was saying anything to him as
he approached, but with motioning to
jump, he did so.

Bob landed face down in a plowed field
with a badly sprained ankle.  His welcoming
party was three men with their guns who were
right there when he landed.  He showed the
men the U.S. flag on his shoulder and his cap
which he had securely stowed in his jacket
prior to the jump.  They spoke Yugoslavian
and had rifles pointed at him.  They helped
him up and carried him to the hospital since
he couldn't walk.  The nearest town was
Prnjavor about two miles away.

They took him to a clinic where the doctor
spoke French and Russian and the nurse
spoke Italian and Yugoslavian.  Bob could
speak pretty good Italian so they could
communicate pretty well.  They were in
the clinic a couple of days or a little longer.
The nurse at the clinic changed his ankle
bandages several times during the period
they were there.  The medical staff had asked
whether they had wanted their parachutes
and Bob said no and they took his parachute
which one of the three soldiers had carried
during the two mile walk.  All eleven in the
crew were at the clinic.

He remembers Mihajlovic's men --
Mihajlovic fought Tito and was
not really communist, but also not
really an alli -- interrogated them and
said they had to get going for the 
journey over the mountains.  They
were put on a truck and taken into
the mountains.  Sometimes they
traveled by truck, sometimes they
walked and other times by cart.
Their destination was Sarajevo,
Yugoslavia.  At times it was
very cold.  At some point in the
journey, they met up with an
Italian officer who interrogated them
further about their mission.  The
Italian officer during the
interrogation asked for
Charlie's side arm, but Bob
said Charlie was their leader,
and would not allow him to
give it up.  Instead Bob offered
his gun which the Italian officer
accepted.  Little did the officer 
know that Bob's gun had not
worked since Mountain Home,
Idaho when he initially joined
the crew.  He used it at the
firing range, but since he
never cleaned it, the firing
pin had rusted which made
it inoperable. " 

(Click on pictures to enlarge)

Bob Swain outside their barracks in Lecce, Italy


This colored picture is of my mother, Hope Estes,
probably taken by Bob and Robin Swain on a visit
to Yazoo City, MS.

I believe Bob Swain is fifth from the left bottom row


Bob Swain outside the barracks in Lecce, Italy 

Bob Swain enjoying some leisure time

Bob Swain (second from left) and Charlie Estes
and John "little man" Congleton to Charlie's right

Charlie Estes and Bob Swain
This picture was taken at Charlie's house
in Yazoo City, MS.
 
This is a thank you letter written by Bob Swain to Charlie's parents
after his visit to Yazoo City, MS.



Monday, May 30, 2011

Remembering Memorial Day 2011

I'm always a little sentimental on Memorial Day.
It is a time of reflection to honor and remember
all the men and women who sacrificed so much
so that we may continue to enjoy the freedoms
of our country. 

So as we all enjoy this day with
friends and family whether it's at the
beach or at a barbecue or perhaps
shopping at the mall for the Memorial Day
sales, let us pause and remember those brave
men and women and give thanks to them...

May God continue to bless our great nation.

Liz Bacher
   

Monday, April 11, 2011

To Honor and Remember

I have been posting my
father's memoirs now
for over a year, and
throughout this amazing
journey I never gave
up the search for members
of the crew's family;
I felt it was important 
to be able to share
this blog with them. 
This blog was created to
honor twelve brave young
men in hopes that their
heroism and service
to their country would
always be remembered.
                   Liz Bacher

Sgt. Raphael Gonyea,
Gunner, Radio Operator
of the 415th Bomb Squadron
of the 98th Bomb Group

                                             
Flag of the Oneida Indian Nation                                                       

By the age of 26 in 1945, Tech Sgt. Raphael Gonyea,
member of the Oneida Indian Nation and Wolf Clan,
was a veteran of numerous combat missions in the
European theater.  He had joined up in 1942 and
became a gunner and radio operator on a
B-24 Liberator, flying in 25 combat missions
for the Army Air Forces.  

During Raphael's stint of duty his plane
was hit twice.  The first time was on his
seventh bombing mission over Germany.
The plane had to make an emergency
landing perilously close to the front lines
just before Christmas.

His 25th bombing mission over Germany
was even more dangerous.  Once again
the plane was hit by flak with the pilot
attempting to get the hobbled plane back
over Allied lines.  However, it became
necessary for the crew to parachute
to safety in a small town in Yugoslavia.
The same flak that hit his plane also
struck his leg, leaving him with an injury
that would lead to his Purple Heart.




(Click on article to enlarge)

This is an article that appeared in I believe the
 Syracuse Herald Journal.   Sgt. Gonyea is
pictured here with his son, Ray.  He had been
missing in action and had just returned home.
Sadly, his 83-year old father died the day
following his arrival home.


                                             Dad with John, Fred (seated)
                                             and Cousin Pete and Steve
                   Dad and Ma with Tony, Steve and John
                   Taken in 1987 or 1988.

Picture of Dad at an airshow alongside a B24



Picture of Dad with members of his crew



                   This picture was taken in 2003 at the
                   Montgomery Airport, MD.
                   The B24 in the background is
                   a part of the Collins Foundation.
                   Steve Gonyea

Monday, March 14, 2011

66 Years Ago Today...We Will Continue to Honor Them and Never Forget Them

















THE CREW OF THE 415TH SQUADRON OF THE 98TH BOMB GROUP
Kneeling from left: Sgt. John Norris, Sgt. Red Cochran,
Sgt. Harry Henry, Sgt. Raphael Gonyea, Sgt. Don Brown.
Top Row:  Lt. Charles Estes, Sgt. Frank Delois,
John Congleton, Bob Swain.
(Not pictured -  Lt. Valliant, Lt. Jim Mulligan,
Lt. Swanson and Lt. Joe Dobkin. 

It's hard to imagine, but 66 years ago, March 15th, 1945,
on the "Ides of March",  my father and the crew of their
B-24 Bomber were shot down over Yugoslavia after
a successful bomb run on the Schwechat Oil Refinery
near Vienna, Austria, a story my father retold
many, many times, and we as family members
never grew tired of hearing.

I have tried to honor my father and the members of
his crew by sharing their story.  As the years
go by a lot of people will forget, but we won't.
We will continue to keep their memory alive
by remembering their heroism and sacrifice. 

So how do we continue to honor them and their
sacrifice? Perhaps Ronald Reagan said it best in
a speech he gave on the 40th anniversary of D-Day:

                                ***
"Let us make a vow to our dead. Let us
show them by our actions that we understand
what they died for. Let our actions say to
them the words for which General Matthew
Ridgeway listened: 'I will not fail thee nor
forsake thee.'

Strengthened by their courage, heartened
by their valor, and borne by their memory,
let us continue to stand for the ideals for
which they lived and died."

Ronald Reagan - June 6, 1984


God Bless.....Liz Bacher

Thursday, March 3, 2011

One Year Ago Today

It is hard for me to imagine that one year ago
today I posted the first of many stories of my
father's war memoirs. 

I oftentimes felt that I was a time traveler
as if I were there alongside him as he trained
at the various military airfields, the 34
missions he and his crew flew, their perilous
bailout, their dramatic and dangerous escape
back to the Adriatic Sea, and their joyous
homecoming.  

It's been a remarkable journey and has truly
had a profound effect upon my life.

During the course of my weekly postings
I did a great deal of research.  Aided by
pictures, letters written home by my father,
and many, many of his military paperwork,
I was able to find many of his military airfields
where he trained.  Each bit of information
I was able to uncover would lead yet to
another piece of new information leading
me to what I consider my greatest discovery 
in this sort of "treasure hunt," if you will; and
that was the discovery of family members
of the crew.    

Although my father had maintained close
friendships with some of the crew and their
families, years after he passed away their
whereabouts were unknown to me.  
After months of searching, I was able
to find three of the crew's families:
the Gonyea's, Swain's and Congleton's,
and am very proud and honored to
know them; and in the weeks ahead
I will be posting their stories.

Elizabeth Bacher

  

Monday, February 21, 2011

ONE MAN'S REFLECTIONS

(Continuation of Captain Charles Estes's War Memoirs)

"I finally, before I left San Antonio, I had signed a
contract with a company to go to South America
and fly C-47s over the Andes to mining camps back
in the sticks, so to speak; they had landing fields
there and I'm sure it would land a C-47 safely.
But I got home and my father was running
Motor Parts Company all by himself, and the
boy that had worked there with him before the
service, before the war, Otto Carter, he had been
killed over in Australia on a mission.  He was a
pilot -- not a pilot but he was a gunner on a
bomber, and this bomber was shot down and
he was killed.

Well, anyway, my father needed my help and I
realized that when I saw the situation as it was
when I got home, so I determined that I would
stay around Yazoo City, and do what I could
to help him, and so I canceled the contract that
I had with these people and let that fly over the
mountain and forgot about it forever.

But, when you stop and look back at your life
and you see how things are now, and you try
to compare it to what they might have been,
you don't know where you would be had you
taken a turn off in the road and gone a
different direction.

So I'm sitting here at home and I'm talking
to you, Elizabeth.  It's hard to argue with
that I took any wrong turns in my life. 
I seem to be ahead of the dogs, even though
the dogs were pretty close at times, but I'm
still ahead of 'em.  I'm 76 years old and my
health is not bad, and I'm very pleased to
be able to sit here and tell you about my
experiences. 

I hope -- this is about as far as I can go
with any war experiences that I had or 
anything that happened to me in my life.
My father, when he retired, turned Motor
Parts Company over to Ben and myself,
and we ran it until my health was such
that I was not being a value to him, so
I decided to retire and I took the money
that I got from the sale of Motor Parts,
my share of Motor Parts Company and
tried to invest it as wisely as I could so
that I wouldn't throw it away.  If I had
not used it and done something worthy
in a constructuve way at the time that 
I got out, I'm sure that it would be long
gone now and not helped anybody.   But
I managed to do some fairly wise things.
Your mother and I each have a burial
policy and we have health insurance
aside from our Medicare, and we have
extended care so that should we get to
a point where we need to go to a
convalescent home then it's taken care
of, so I feel that I've done pretty well
with the money that was given to me
for my share in Motor Parts Company.

I still go down there to get my mail because
my mail still goes to Box 169 and that's
Motor Parts Company.  It makes your
mother a little mad at times to think
about me having to go down there
to get my mail when it could be sent
out here, but I don't know what it
would take to change that,   I'd have to
write too many people.

Anyway, it's been a pleasure talking to 
you.  I hope that you can make something
from what I have said to you, and if 
there is anything in here that is not
clear, let me know and I will be in
touch with you and straighten it out
with you as closely as I can.

Right now Bob Swain and myself are
the only two officers that were on
our original crew that are still
alive.  John Congleton died.  My
flight engineer, Frank Delois, died.
My lower ball turret gunner, Harry
Henry, died.  And my top turret
and radio man, Raphael Gonyea
from New York state, he died.
I found John Norris about a year
or so back, and I'm in touch with
him.  And Don Brown was my
nose turret gunner and he lives
in Emporia, Kansas, and I'm in
touch with him; so I'm in touch
with all of the men that I flew
with including those that were
assigned to me on the flight that
we were shot down over
Yugoslavia.

But if there is anything else that
you need to know, just get in touch
with me.  

Thank you, ma'am and good night...        
Papa"  

                         * * *

  (Papa made his last dictation and mailed the
 cassettes to me February of 1999....he died
 that October of 1999).