Friday, February 2, 2024

Land of the Living

Where have I been? I know you are wondering.  Good news is that- I'm still here!  These last few years have gotten the best of this blog (do people even say this word anymore, blog?)  BUT not to worry, I have still been thoroughly immersed in history projects that frankly, have kept me too busy to write on this platform!  Each post I write typically requires hours of research  (I like to be accurate with the facts) and tons of emotional energy.  I LOVE it but sadly, there has simply not been enough of me or time over these last few years post regularly.  You'll understand in a minute.   To keep you up to speed, here are just a few things that have been keeping me busy: co-editing the Williwaw newsletter for the Park Service, I started taking flying lessons which ended in disappointment (I'll have to write a separate post about that.., ) led two back to back history expeditions through the Aleutians, flew to Dutch Harbor on a 1942 Widgeon, attended numerous warbird conferences and clinics and this one other little thing.... 




I wrote a book for the National Park Service Aleutian Island WWII National Historic Area!  You read that right.  A book.  This publication required every spare moment of my time to complete and I could not be more proud to present it to the public. More details to follow but holy cow! 

Aside from that, a bunch of regular life stuff like the whole coming down from the pandemic thing, sending that sweet little girl you see on the homepage off to college, moved business locations, have been caring and worrying about two aging parents with dementia from far away, recovered from two shoulder injuries and then two knee injuries and and and...you get the idea, fun times.  Perfect time to write a book, no?

Ah well, as my grandfather said "C'est le guerre"  but in this case,  "C'est la vie."  Life.  It's filled with ups and downs, air pockets and depressions.  just like the air the airmen flew through in the skies over Alaska.   The main thing is to keep flying;  the airplane will keep flying.  So that is what I am doing, forward momentum,  slow and steady.  Turns out, it is true, life does keep flying!

Through it all, I return to aviation, a community I really do love so much.  Although it is sometimes hard to pull myself away from my other 'for profit' or familiar obligations,  I need to do it.  I need it for my soul.   One of my go-to's is NATA (North American Trainer Association.) North American was an aircraft maker. They were responsible for making the trainer the T-6 Texan (in Canada it was called a Harvard made by Canadian Car & Foundry, the US Navy called it the SNJ) as well as the P-51 Mustang, the T-28 Trojan, the B-18 Beechcraft, the B-25 Mitchell... NATA organizes formation clinics several times a year so that pilots can practice the art and skill of flying in formation.  Even though I do not fly, I go for fun and to learn and I love it.  Of course. 



Coming to these clinics reminds and motivates me to keep moving forward in the name of preservation and the perseverance to honor my grandfather and his willingness to stand up in defense of our countries.   Being here is part of the process. The Harvard (T-6) is how he learned to fly.  It is how most pilots learned to fly during the war or at least it was the last step into the fighter realm.  Sitting in the plane connects me to the process in which I am trying to share with the world. I am so lucky to have the chance. 

So there you have it.  I am still here in the pursuit of history. I may not be writing about it here but I am living it. And now that the book is finished, I'll work on finding a way to share stories more often and in fact, I have something else in mind... YouTube! 

Stay tuned for more on the new book and the new channel plus lots of other fun history projects and stories in the works.  If you are interested in receiving a copy of the book let me know. 


Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Smooth Seas To Our Captain Billy




Captain Billy Choate or as I called him, Captain Q.  Billy was not only our boat Captain for the Aleutian History Expeditions, he was an inspirational human and my friend.  His calm demeanor at sea was always soothing to myself and our tour goers.  In rough water, he remained undisturbed, I can remember several instances when the rest of us were barely keeping our stomachs down and dishes were crashing onto the floor of the galley causing our chef extraordinaire, Nicole (Puddin Pants) to swear loudly, Billy at the helm, sat there serenely and ate his dinner without a care in the world.  Nothing he had not see before. 

Captain was 71 when I met him in 2016. I was always in awe of his zest for life and his quiet way of going about it. During random times of the year when we’d talk, he’d be busy roller blading, cross country skiing, hiking or playing granddad to the light of his life, his granddaughter, Sienna.  Billy had a very rare cancer that returned four years ago.  He handled his diagnosis and treatments admirably.   We spoke several times this year and I am so happy we did,   "Good to hear you." he'd always say.  I can hear his voice clear as day, a voice that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. 
 
This is one of my favorite photos of Billy at the helm.  I believe we were prepping for our Summer Solstice party on the deck of his beloved boat, the M/V Puk Uk, while just off shore of Umnak Island in 2017.  He built the Puk Uk (Inupiat for ‘Poking Around’) boat by hand in St. Augustine, Florida then sailed it through the Panama Canal and up to its home in Homer, Alaska.  He was always up for anything we wanted to do, as crazy as it was, including these ridiculous bow ties we make everyone where during our Old Salt cocktail/poem reading party ;  this old Bering Sea crab fisherman was a lover of poetry and all things arts.  Billy was one of the few who would venture as far wast as Attu and he loved it, he loved the Aleutians.  He was always willing to try new things for the sake of history, like getting us to Chichagof Harbor, docking at the rock dock on Umnak, or dropping us off at Jeff’s Cove on Kiska.  But he always did so safely.  He knew those waters like no one else. 

Not sure what this means for the future of the Puk Uk or our Aleutian History Expeditions.   I know he was trying to sell it.  Whoever buys it will have some enormous shoes to fill. Truthfully, no one can replace Billy Choate    I will miss you Captain Q and our trips will never be the same without you.  RIP friend. 


Saturday, September 25, 2021

25 September, 1942

75 years ago today marks the first joint U.S. and Canadian Operation of the Aleutian Campaign with the first P-40 escorted bomber mission successfully completed. In actuality, this mission was schedule to take place 22 September, only escorting 12 B-24s with 20 P-40's slated to come in from behind and 15 P-39's sent forward. Encountering rain squalls and diminishing ceilings around the half way point, Colonel Eareckson, leading the bombers, scrubbed the mission and turned back unbeknownst to the P-40's who continued flying at under 200 foot ceilings and who then met head on, the returning P-39s! As Major Al Aiken, 18th Fighter Squadron leading the flight of P-40s said, 

"It was the maddest scramble for safe airspace I ever 
experienced in my life.

He managed to get his flight turned around and up through the clouds avoiding the mess down below only to discover that Lt. John A. Bernston was missing. He had gotten disoriented and spun into the water.  Thus, he became the first casualty of the 18th FS in the Aleutian Campaign. 

Below is an official 'List of Officers assigned for Mission.' Dated 18 September, 1942

Because I spent so much time with Lt. Col. Bob Brocklehurst, (18th FS), and
have done so much research,
 I feel like I know half the people on here:
Gayle, Rex Rynerson, Al Aiken, Saxhaug... 

Bob would talk about these people and tell funny stories... And of course,
the Canadian pilots, some of the families of these gentlemen 
I am now in contact with.  


The morning of 25 September, 1942 Major Jack Chennault, (eldest son of of Claire Chennault) would lead 8 P-40's from the 11th, 7 from the 18th and 4 from 111(F), RCAF, as escort to eleven B-24 bombers, lead by Col. Earekson against Kiksa. Also supported by Major Miller, Commander of the 42nd FS, and his group of 11 P-39s. The mission was a success, with the fighters suppressing the anti-aircraft fire so the bombers could get into position to hit different shipping positions and shore facilities. Several Rufes (A6M Zeros on floats) came up to greet the fighters, one was hot on the tail of Lt. Al Akien in his P-40 over Kiska Harbor when Canadian Squadron leader Kenneth Boomer shot the Rufe down.  The second one was downed by American lead, Jack Chennault.  The entire mission took 3:35 hours. To read S/L Boomer's debriefing on his encounter with the zero, you can see that in a previous post titled  "One Hell of a Layover".

Sadly, Major Miller would be killed several days later on further operations over Kiska when he flew to aid of one of the fighters that was was being attacked. Another air battle ensued but this time, he did not come out on top and his P-39 when down in the water. Al Aiken, who was almost lost during the mission on the 25th recalls,

  "I followed him in a more loose formation. I couldn't call him, I couldn't say anything, 
I was just helpless as far as he was concerned to communicate. So I just sat there 
and watched him helplessly fly right into the water. I feel to this day that he was
 either dead since I couldn't see any damage on his airplane, or he could have been 
hit and unconscious... I just don't know, but the airplane went in and I never saw it again.
 It didn't skip or anything, just went in like a bullet... When I got back to Adak, 
I learned that it was Major Miller. "


You can see both of them noted here in my grandfathers logbook.





I love that he logged downed pilots names in his book, there are other examples as well. This was very real for them, these were their buddies. They all knew at any moment, it could be them next.  Now, as we honor their legacies, it is important to remember,  as Lt. Col (RET) Bob Brocklehurst put it, "... that this was a war and it wasn't all parades and beautiful flying in the skies."  

Thank you Lt. John A. Berntson and Major Wilbur G. Miller for you service and sacrifice to our countries.