Jerry surrounded by his grandchildren
Jerry surrounded by his kids
Merry Christmas!
Subject: WWII - B17 Survival Story
Navigator - Harry C. NuessleBombardier - Ralph BurbridgeEngineer - Joe C. JamesRadio Operator - Paul A. GallowayBall Turret Gunner - Elton CondaWaist Gunner - Michael ZukTail Gunner - Sam T. SarpolusGround Crew Chief - Hank Hyland
B-17 in 1943
A mid-air collision on February 1, 1943, between a B-17 and a German fighter over the Tunis dock area, became the subject of one of the most famous photographs of World War II. An enemy fighter attacking a 97th Bomb Group formation went out of control, probably with a wounded pilot then continued its crashing descent into the rear of the fuselage of a Fortress named "All American", piloted by Lt. Kendrick R. Bragg, of the 414th Bomb Squadron. When it struck, the fighter broke apart, but left some pieces in the B-17. The left horizontal stabilizer of the Fortress and left elevator were completely torn away. The two right engines were out and one on the left had a serious oil pump leak. The vertical fin and the rudder had been damaged, the fuselage had been cut almost completely through connected only at two small parts of the frame and the radios, electrical and oxygen systems were damaged. There was also a hole in the top that was over 16 feet long and 4 feet wide at its widest and the split in the fuselage went all the way to the top gunners turret.
Although the tail actually bounced and swayed in the wind and twisted when the plane turned and all the control cables were severed, except one single elevator cable still worked, and the aircraft still flew - miraculously! The tail gunner was trapped because there was no floor connecting the tail to the rest of the plane. The waist and tail gunners used parts of the German fighter and their own parachute harnesses in an attempt to keep the tail from ripping off and the two sides of the fuselage from splitting apart. While the crew was trying to keep the bomber from coming apart, the pilot continued on his bomb run and released his bombs over the target.
When the bomb bay doors were opened, the wind turbulence was so great that it blew one of the waist gunners into the broken tail section. It took several minutes and four crew members to pass him ropes from parachutes and haul him back into the forward part of the plane. When they tried to do the same for the tail gunner, the tail began flapping so hard that it began to break off. The weight of the gunner was adding some stability to the tail section, so he went back to his position.
The turn back toward England had to be very slow to keep the tail from twisting off. They actually covered almost 70 miles to make the turn home. The bomber was so badly damaged that it was losing altitude and speed and was soon alone in the sky. For a brief time, two more Me-109 German fighters attacked the All American. Despite the extensive damage, all of the machine gunners were able to respond to these attacks and soon drove off the fighters. The two waist gunners stood up with their heads sticking out through the hole in the top of the fuselage to aim and fire their machine guns. The tail gunner had to shoot in short bursts because the recoil was actually causing the plane to turn.
Allied P-51 fighters intercepted the All American as it crossed over the Channel and took one of the pictures shown. They also radioed to the base describing that the empennage was waving like a fish tail and that the plane would not make it and to send out boats to rescue the crew when they bailed out. The fighters stayed with the Fortress taking hand signals from Lt. Bragg and relaying them to the base. Lt. Bragg signaled that 5 parachutes and the spare had been "used" so five of the crew could not bail out. He made the decision that if they could not bail out safely, then he would stay with the plane and land it.
Two and a half hours after being hit, the aircraft made its final turn to line up with the runway while it was still over 40 miles away. It descended into an emergency landing and a normal roll-out on its landing gear.
When the ambulance pulled alongside, it was waved off because not a single member of the crew had been injured. No one could believe that the aircraft could still fly in such a condition. The Fortress sat placidly until the crew all exited through the door in the fuselage and the tail gunner had climbed down a ladder, at which time the entire rear section of the aircraft collapsed onto the ground. The rugged old bird had done its job.
He is in good spirits, and told me some things about being in the Marines that I never knew - that he graduated from boot camp without having passed his marksmanship test on the M-1 Garand rifle that was the basic weapon for Marine infantrymen in WWII. He later qualified on it, on the 30 caliber machine gun, and also qualified on the carbine (a shorter weapon better suited for scouts and radiomen to carry. Papa liked it because it had a 15 round cartridge vs. the 8 rounds in the M-1, and he figured it would make up for his lack of accuracy. He also qualified on the 45 caliber pistol, because he did some assignments as a courier - bringing a briefcase of important papers from the officers on one island over to their counterparts on another island. The briefcase would be handcuffed to his left hand, and he had to be able to shoot the 45 if anyone messed with him.
"Catholic tradition sets aside the month of November as a time to remember our loved ones who have died. During the 5:00 PM Mass on Saturday, November 3, there will be a simple ceremony to remember our parishioners who have died since last November. As a family who has suffered the loss of a loved one, I invite you to participate in this mass.
After the homily, the names of those who have died since last November will be read. As each name is spoken, we invite you or a family member to come forward to place a candle next to the altar. After mass, you may take the candle home with you. If you do not wish to participate in the candle ceremony, you are still welcome to come to the mass.
A candle with Gerald Sherlock's name on it will be available on a table at the front entrance to the Church. Please take the candle before mass begins so you have it with you when the names are read. You may sit wherever you wish, as there will be no reserved seating."
On September 4th, the same day Mr. Garnett's fellow veterans will fly to Washington, DC on an Honor Flight, a group of volunteers will bring a Virtual Honor Flight to his house. Veterans United Home Loans in partnership with Central Missouri Honor Flight will offer the first-ever "Virtual Honor Flight" via Google Plus Hangouts. Using this group video chat room and live streaming technology on You Tube, Mr. Garnett and other aging veterans will get to see their memorial and experience the magic of an Honor Flight from the comfort of their own homes, even if they're too sick to fly.
EAST PROVIDENCE - Mariette S. (Joyal) Bruneau, 80, formerly of 500 Mendon Road, South Attleboro, died Saturday July 14, 2012, at the Philip Hulitar Hospice Center, Providence. She was the wife of the late Rodolphe P. Bruneau to whom she was married 54 years.
She was born in Pawtucket a daughter of the late Armand A. and Ernestine R. (Brouillard) Joyal. Mrs. Bruneau volunteered for numerous organizations throughout her lifetime and spent the last 25 years dedicated to Amos House in Providence.
She leaves her loving family, daughters Ann M. McGahern and her husband Michael of South Attleboro, Michelle A. Brissette and her husband Joseph of Rumford, six grandchildren, four sisters and one brother. She was predeceased by two sisters and two brothers.
Her funeral will be held on Wednesday at 9 a.m. from the Perry-McStay Funeral Home, 2555 Pawtucket Ave., East Providence, with a Mass of Christian burial at 10 a.m. in St. Francis Xavier Church, North Carpenter Street, East Providence. Burial will be in Notre Dame Cemetery, Pawtucket.
Calling hours are on Tuesday, 5-8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers contributions to Amos House, 415 Friendship St., PO Box 72873, Providence, RI 02907 would be appreciated.
"The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form or ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit......
If other eyes grow dull and other hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain in us.
Let us, then, at the time appointed, gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with choicest flowers of springtime; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us as sacred charges upon the Nation's gratitude,--the soldier's and sailor's widow and orphan."
The elder McGlynn did not divulge any details of his service with the 3132d Signal Service Company until he read the information had been declassified. As a result, his wife and six children only learned of his role in the Ghost Army’s sonic deception unit four years ago.This sounds so much like Jerry and others of his generation!
“Those were my orders," recalled McGlynn, a retired staff sergeant who will turn 90 on Sunday, “and I followed them."
Next week, Beyer will host a two-day event in Lexington to promote his independent documentary, “Artists of Deception: The Ghost Army of World War II," and an accompanying book of the same name coauthored with Elizabeth Sayles of Valley Cottage, N.Y. The event will be held at the Lexington Depot.
“Not only were these men brave enough to be operating right near the front lines with inflatable tanks, but they were creating this amazing art while they did it," said Beyer, a lifelong history enthusiast and writer who has made films for the History Channel, National Geographic Channel, and the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History.
“The Army was using creativity to save lives, but the men were exercising their own creativity in this awful environment."
Today, as part of our services, there are salutes to Jerry Sherlock's years of military service during the Second World War. It's to honor a young man who was presented with extraordinary challenges and met them, head on.
I'd like to take a few minutes to reflect on something equally significant: He showed us the power in the grace and dignity in the ordinary life he returned to.
Jerry didn't talk a lot about Christian values -- he lived them, and we watched him.
As a father, he gave us his time and his attention. Endless sporting events, long distance college move-in-trips, parent's committees -- there were six of us, and all very active. But you name it, and he was there.No discussion; I'm pretty sure he never thought much about it. He said he'd be there, and he always was. It's just what he did.We grew up watching him being a friend; going out of his way to make his bachelor neighbor and coworker Bob feel like part of our family. After many years, Bob grew terminally ill, and my father was by his side at every step - visiting him, driving him to appointments, managing his expenses. By the end, I'd say Jerry was Bob's family. He never really talked about it to us. I just grew up thinking this is what a man does.Once, when I was young, we were out driving and stopped by a broken down car at the side of the road. My father told the guy he'd help, and he did: we drove the guy to an auto parts store, waited for him, and drove him back to his car. My father never said a word to me about it, you know; it was just an ordinary day to him.Jerry fought against the Japanese in the War. In the early Seventies, a Japanese family moved in upstairs. My parents welcomed them into our house, and the little kids became Patti’s playmates. I was around when someone asked him if living so close to Japanese people made him uncomfortable. He said no, they’re just people. The Japanese soldiers didn’t want to be in the war any more than the Americans did. And that was pretty much all he said about it. He kept that friendship going for many years; long after the family had moved back to Japan.When Jerry married Rita, he made a vow that included "in sickness and in health", and "till death do us part". For 34 years, his love and respect for her were unwavering. When she was stricken with cancer, we watched him at my mother's side until the very last second. And we know he meant every word of his vow. He didn't talk about the vow to us, he simply kept it.So on behalf of my brothers and sisters, I'd like to thank him for this gift he left. And of course, he never talked about it, but he taught us this anyway:Ordinary days --lived in devotion to others,with loyalty and respect, andwith promises kept --these ordinary days will accumulate over a lifetimeand become something quite extraordinary.And for that lesson, I'll be forever grateful.