S/Sgt. Tilman J.
Thompson
721st Squadron
15th AIR FORCE
450TH BOMB GROUP 721ST BOMB SQUADRON
MANDURIA – SOUTHERN ITALY
25 APRIL 1944 – 33RD MISSION
by Tilman J. Thompson
Time – 0400 hrs.
Breakfast & Briefing
Weather – closed in – clouds
Waiting
on ACFT, parking area. Flying with a new crew as the old crew disbanded. Pilot, bombardier, crew chief, and co-pilot killed
while landing crippled B-24 (Paper Doll) in pasture. They were attempting to bring plane back to base after maintenance at
other airfield.
Weather
clears enough for take-off. We wanted to be grounded for the day because Marlene Dietrich was to perform as part of USO troupe.
Tail gunner Brown, from Iowa, was the only one with cigarettes while we were waiting. We all had one on him.
The
mission was for ball bearing plant in northern Italy. I was flying lower ball turret. After take-off ACFT in formation. Weather
very closed in. Time of flight – 11:44 hrs. Alps & Switzerland in sight. German fighters all around. Formation spread
out in clouds to keep from colliding. Saw lead plane shot down. No chutes visible. Our turn – German ME 109s (Messerschmitt)
coming in form 12 o'clock high. Took out leading edge of wing, cockpit, etc. Came in from sides & tail. Waist gunner remarked,
"This is the end." Waist in flames. Oxygen bottles punctured and explode. Can't
see from the flames. Look for chest chute. Tell others to follow. Plane going down. Find chute. Leave via waist hatch (lower
camera hatch). Altitude approximately 20,000 ft. Don't remember pulling rip cord, as I must have passed out due to lack of
oxygen. Seem suspended in air. Remove glove to see if it drops ahead of me. Look down. See plane on ground in flames. "Lucked
out!" Landed very hard on back. Thought my leg was broken. My boot was full of
blood. I saw two people cutting wood, and I offered them one dollar from escape kit. I asked them, "Where's Rome?" They pointed
south. I asked, "Where and how far?" They didn't respond. No speak English! More scared than I.
Soon
saw two people with uniforms and binoculars calling out, "Hey, Joe." I hid under a bush after hiding parachute. Didn't trust
them because I was in German territory. Bad pains. Must trust someone or bleed to death. I waved to them. They picked me up
and carried me down mountain. I tried to escape from them as I was sure they were enemy. Took me to farmhouse. Very nice lady
stripped me and put pail of lard on face. Very badly burned. Washed blood off. Thirty-seven fragment wounds. Had to leave
before daylight as Gestapo were in area. Would eliminate the people I stayed with if they were caught harboring Allies. I
couldn't walk. Provided me with mule. Not too cozy to ride on. Had two 20mm cannon shells – one lodged in leg, other
exited.
After
some time, I was taken to party of underground, consisting of English, New Zealanders, South Africans, etc. In the meantime
the navigator was brought in uninjured, but very weak mentally. We had to carry his gear. Moving everyday. Germans everywhere.
Partisans raided the Fascists. Food, wine, etc. Captain in charge Ian McCodell of Johannesburg, South Africa of tank corps,
was captured in Tobruk. Beautiful man, but tough! Pills in escape kit to be used in emergency. Many rough days. Hardly any
food. Italians provided bread and goats milk. Enough to service. So much walking. People in group very nice. Ask about American
girls! 4th of July – sitting in woods. German re-con spotted. We ran like crazy. Watched while they destroyed
our camp, medical supplies, etc. Very mad!
$50.00
in escape kit. Shared it with all the other partisans. Built shelters from the woods. Large enough to lay down in for protection
from rain. Flight suit – full of holes. Cut off legs and sleeves. Partisans gave me a pair of heavy mountain climbing
shoes – ankle length. Steel cleats in soles. Need haircut! Sneaked into village. Ten year old boy barber. Clothes full
of lice. Feel like a monkey picking them out of hair and clothes. No soap or tooth paste. Received blue slacks and blue shirt.
Capt. McCodell nicknamed me "little boy blue." Rumors flying – to be rescued by submarine soon. Bunk!
5th
of May – I wonder how Nanian is doing? See lots of Jerry Aircraft – Stukka dive bomber flew right over us. Wish
I had a cannon! Allied Aircraft, flying south. Soon they will be back at their base – how I wish I were on board. A
pilot and gunner from shot-down B-25 joined us – also Polish officer deserted German Army.
Italian
doctor (trained in Brooklyn, NY) brought in to remove shells from thigh. Turning green – very painful. Had very little
medical equipment. No Novocain. Used scissors to enlarge hole to remove shell from leg! Ouch! Prayed to die. Hurt very much!
Forgot a lot that happened.
Very
happy to be alive. Thought about home and relatives a lot. Finally had to make a break for Allied lines. No food. Lots
of Germans. Formed formation – single file – hundreds! Made for Florence. German gun position killed 25 in front
of line. Everyone panicked. I made it over 20 ft. fence into cornfield. Stayed until daylight. Rained very hard. I looked
awful! Heard Italian ladies talking very loud. Knew they were alone. Took a chance and advanced. Asked if there were Germans
around. They said, "No, come in." Stayed in home while town being shelled by both Germans and Allies. German soldiers at front
door. I went out the back door to olive orchard. They left and I returned to house. I and an 80 year old man slept upstairs.
All women and children were so scared they slept in cellar. Shells landing all over neighborhood. No memory of how long I
stayed at this house. Finally man took me on bike down town through all kinds of military over bridge to Canadian guard. What
a relief. The first thing I knew what to ask for was Lucky Strike.
They had one. Received new uniform. Was transported to Naples by jeep. After arriving in Naples, hopped
an English C47 to Bari than to home base at Manduria. Sqd. Commander Stevens glad to see me. Gave me $20.00 to spend at PX.
Then on to Naples for Boat trip home. Was told there by military, "You're going home." Stayed in Naples for a few days, waiting
for ship transport. Thirteen days on ocean (sick thirteen days). Arrived New York City. Moved to New Jersey for the debriefing
and furlough (approx. 30 days).
Then
to Miami Beach. President Madison Hotel for rest and recuperation., While in Miami Beach, met the nose gunner in Mess Hall.
Had not seen him since we left on mission. Had it made there. Train to Eau Claire. Then to North Dakota. How beautiful that
farm looked! Mom and Dad and all glad to see me. My family gave me a Gold Gruen watch. Everyone here so nice. Had a big party
at Kellers! Everybody was there. Also had a party at Coopers "White House"! To Truax Field Madison, Wisconsin. Then to Chanute Field, Rantoul, Illinois. Worked on flight line. Crew chief on AT6. Discharged in August
1945, Ft. Sheradan, Ill.
Targets
– some of 32 ½
Sofia, Bulgaria
Bucharest, Rumania
Vienna, Austria
Regensburg, Germany
Numerous targets in Northern Italy
Railroad yards – Ball Bearing plants
Ploesti, Rumania – oil refineries (3 trips)
Southern France
Induction
center – Fort Sheridan, Ill. 14 Apr 1942
Basic
training – Jefferson Barracks, St. Louis, Mo
Aircraft
maintenance and flight line mechanic AT6 aircraft – Macon, Ga
AC
Gunnery School – Panama City, Fla
Target
practice – Apalachicola, Fla
Overseas
training – Alamogordo, NM
Pickup
new ACFT clothing, etc…in Kansas
Overseas
takeoff point - West Palm Beach, Fla. Dec. 6, 1943
Puerto
Rico, Belem, Brazil, Natal Brazil, Dakar West Africa, Senagal, Marrakech, Morocco
to base at Manduria, Italy.
