Showing posts with label WW2 Alaska. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WW2 Alaska. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

2017 Aleutian Tour Dates!

I am so excited to tell you that the dates for Valor Tours- 2017 Battle of the Aleutians trip has just been announced! Next year is a very special year as it marks the 75th Anniversary of the bombing of Dutch Harbor, Unalaksa which began the Aleutian Campaign. We would love for you to join us for, a once in a lifetime chance- historical tour though the battlegrounds of the Aleutians!    Due to the remoteness of this trip, limited space if available so if you are interested please make sure to call and reserve your spot! 

I will also ask you to take just a moment to share this with anyone who is interested in WW2 history- you never know who will want to hop on board!  Also post it to Facebook,Twitter, Google... to help us spread the word!  Hope you see you next year!


If you have any questions about the trip, feel free to contact me or Vicky at Valor Tours- info@valortours.com.   Also watch my blog as I will be posting highlights from the 2016 trip.

Hope to see you in June 2017!

Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Other Forgotten Story

Before I begin to recount to you the incredible and most memorable experience I had following in my grandfathers footsteps through the forgotten battlegrounds of the Aleutian Islands in June, I think it is important to start at the beginning, and for me, the story of WW2 in Alaska begins before any bombs were dropped.  It begins with the peaceful culture of the people who called the Aleutian Islands their home prior to the Japanese attack on June 3 & 4th, 1942.    What people may not realize is that many of these islands were inhabited by the most resourceful of resourceful a populous. A humble, simple and happy folk- the Aleuts.  

When the invasion happened and the U.S. troops moved in to defend the land, the native peoples along the chain were forced to leave the only place they called home disputably "for their own protection".  Sadly, like so many others along the Western edge of the continent, they were forced into despicable, inhumane internment camps to wait out the war, with most of them never to see the only homeland they have ever known again. 

This topic creates such conflict within me because as a Canadian, I am familiar with and can definitely empathize with the struggles of the First Nations populations historically.  It is something I grew up learning about and respecting.   It presented an interesting dichotomy that I struggled with while on the boat. On the one hand,I was on this trip to honor, and in a way celebrate, not just my grandfather, but all who served up in these remote islands.  But on the other hand, I also found myself feeling remorseful and thinking a lot about what happened to those gentle peoples and their beloved homelands.  And how do you celebrate that?

Chief, Edward Jim of the Saanich First Nation commemorated the naming of the new 111(f) squad who was the first Canadian Fighter Squadron to arrive in Alaska.  The squad was now to be known as "Thunderbird" after the Band's ancient deity.  R.C.A.F. P/O Harold Paynter in the Winnipeg Free Press pictured here with the totem.



  R.C.A.F. 111f Squadron- P/O McLeod's plane in the drink just off the Fort Greely runway in Kodiak, Alaska.  Notice the totem painted on the nose of this plane.   Not all 111f Squadron planes had this.  Not sure how they selected which plane received the totem emblem.


History is history and the reality is, that this was a battle we could not avoid.   Without a doubt, we had to go and defend ourselves.  Most definitely things could have been handled differently. No doubt. But hindsight is 20/20. Hindsight is also an essential part of the learning process. Those gross misjudgements are a fundamental piece of how we all, hopefully, learn for the future.    The key now and for generations to come is to continue to learn and evolve from the people who came before us, albeit in their good judgements or poor, while at the same time,  honoring their place in history.
 
This is what I am hoping to do by beginning with this post.  To bring honor and recognition to another group of people who deserve our sincerest gratitude and apologies for the sacrifices they incurred during the bloody Aleutians.

Please take a moment to learn more about their story.  This is a clip from the highly acclaimed documentary titled The Aleut Story.  I encourage you to buy the full film and learn more about their journey.

 Qaįaasakung- thank you in Unangan (Aleut).



Aleut Story from SprocketHeads on Vimeo.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

More From Kodiak, Alaska

There were simply too many extraordinary images to share.  Here are just a few more... and then some. 

250th Coastal Defense Gun Emplacement at St. Peters Head,  Battery No.1
 Chiniak Point, Kodiak Island.  2014
The remains of the 8 inch gun after its demise.  
At least 100ft away from it's base at the top of the hill. 
WW2 Ammunition Bunker at St. Peters Head. Battery No. 1.  
Chiniak Point, Kodiak Island.  2014
Inside the same bunker.  
One day, I hope these graffiti artists realize how disrespectful this is. 
WW2 Pill Box at St. Peters Head, Battery No. 1. 
Chiniak Point,  Kodiak Island.  2014

Construction of Fort Greely.  Base buildings consisted
 of wooden structures, Quonset huts and tents.
Photo Credit: Baranov Museum.

250th Coast Artillery Regiment- Robert E. Metcalf. 
Photo: from his daughter, Jane Metcalf

One heck of a view from Chiniak Point.
Arctic Lupines.

WW2 Housing- a Quonset hut found in some random yard along the way.
Quonset Hut in Fort Greely. 1943.  
Photo: Levi Ballard, c/o R.C.A.F. Corporal. Killip's collection.
The huts slept about 12 men and were often built 4ft into the ground 
for protection but primarily to contain the heat 
during the cold Alaskan winters.  

Now,  one historical storage shed. Do they have any idea?

R.C.A.F. Mess Hall in Fort Greely. 1943

How would you like this in your front yard?  
A grown over WW2 gun emplacement along the
 coastal dirt road to the base.  2014

  Frequent and strong crosswinds may have caused this 
AAF P-39 accident at Chiniak Point.  1943. 

Representing at the Northeast end of the air strip.


And that's a wrap from day two in this sweet little fishing town filled with an unknown yet important history.  Kodiak leaves an impression on you.  As I sit here I can still smell the sweet clean air that envelopes this Alaskan Island.  One day Kodiak.  I'll be back.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Kodiak. Mine To Explore.

Something about the pureness of the Kodiak air is what I attribute my log like sleep to despite it being just as light out when I woke up, as when I went to bed.   Beth, my hostess, at Mrs. Potts Bed & Breakfast laid out my morning coffee the night before which suited me perfectly as I usually rise before the hens.  Besides, my solitude in the morning is usually in everyone's best interest.  I sat quietly reliving the previous day and began a very fluid plan for my first full day in Kodiak.   In keeping with my desire to get the most authentic experience of a town, my day consisted of simply wandering the streets, checking out a few museums, and hanging out around the fishing docks. Of course, all in the typical Kodiak rain.

I began my day with a trip to the historic Baranov Museum.  This museum is located in the National Historic Landmark building known as the Erkstine House.  They specialize in Alaska's Southwest Russian Era (1741-1867) and early American Era (1867-1912).  Yep. Russia.  In 1763 the first Russian explorer discovered the island and its Alutiiq inhabitants and named it Kad'yak. A decade and a half later, 1778, Captain James Cook set foot on the soil and renamed it Kodiak.  And in 1791, Russian fur trader Baranov laid roots on the island, in the form of a fur trading depot, with its warehouse in the very same Baranov Musuem located in the area that still makes up the core area of Kodiak as we now know it. 


The Museum was super. A must.  Surprisingly, even though Kodiak has some strong WW2 roots, it had very little information displayed.  On a shelf in a hallway,  sat an assortment of photo albums available for browsing.  One of the gals working there helped me scour through them with hopes of finding out a more precise location of where Fort Greely was for tomorrows excursion.

Fort Greely was a joint operations base used during WW2 that has since been completely demolished and pretty much forgotten about.  In fact, no one at the museum or even my tour guide, really knew where exactly it was.  During the war, it was home to the only fighter squadron ever stationed on Kodiak Island, the R.C.A.F. 111f Squadron.  Besides Fort Greely, there were a few other bases on the island; Chiniak Point- Miller Air Field, about an hours drive away, Fort Abercrombie to the west, which is now a state park and a U.S. Naval Base, now one of the largest Coast Guard Stations in the country.  In present day, all that is left of Fort Greely and Miller Air Field are the cement pads in which the buildings sat and a cleared linear area which was once the air strip.  Rumor has it, that if you were to hike through the bush you would uncover all sorts of war artifacts left behind.  Well noted for the next trip... The Baranov assured me that a remodel was in it's future; a remodel that included a WW2 display.  Which reminds me, I need to check back in with them regarding this matter...

R.C.A.F. 111f Squadron Base- Fort Greely. 1943

What is left of Fort Greely. 2013

Downtown Kodiak. 1943.  Photo from Jack Kotlovker's Collection. 



Downtown Kodiak 2013.

Although I was most interested in it's WW2 past, it was still neat to learn the history behind the place many people fall in love with.  Mostly due to it's geography and the Pillar mountain range that follows the coast line near the harbor, the core of downtown Kodiak is more wide than long. Only about 4-5 blocks north to south and 6-8 blocks east to west.  Sure made it easy to orient yourself when looking at old historical photos.   The town has one Walmart, which was somewhat disappointing to see. Big business infiltrating even the most pristine, nearly untouched towns.   Towns where the local business owners rely on... well... local business.  Primarily though, Kodiak is a fishing town filled with numerous harbors and a lot of guys in rubber pants, good down to earth people, a ton of wild life and a lot of history.   Some of the Deadliest Catch boats dock here during the summer fishing months.  No sign of them on my trip though- guess they were out bringing home our dinners- crab, halibut, cod, rockfish, to name a few of the fish that frequent the surrounding waters. 

The rest of my day consisted of one more museum stop;  the Alutiiq Museum, a lot of aimless wandering,  pit stops at the local watering holes and dinner at the old Power Plant turned Sushi restaurant with the nice lady, Barb, who gave me a ride to my B&B the day before.  Kodiak- it is great to meet you.


Russian Orthodox Church in Kodiak destroyed by fire in 1943.  Photo- Jack Kotlovker


Rebuilt in 1945 and now part of the National Register of Historic Places.  2013


The harbor in Downtown Kodiak.

Kodiak Island Brewing   Liquid Sunshine, my go to. 
Alutiiq Museum
A WW2 Liberty Ship  has been  re-purposed as a Trident fish processing plant.
Old Power House Restaurant.
The sun made an evening appearance.