Fire from the Sky: A Diary over Japan
By Ron Greer
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This is the story of the last few months of WWII in the Pacific, seen through the eyes of one man, a radio operator aboard a B29 Superfortress who kept a diary of 28 missions over Japan. The diary tells of the horrors of war. It was written in darkness, and often fear, with a pen-light during lonely hours confined for up to 18 hours at a time.
Herb Greer our main author, 23 years old, frightened and sitting on up to 20,000 pounds of jellied gasoline (napalm), while blindly flying through constant flak bursts and fighter opposition. The plane is blacked out save the dull red glow of the instrument panels as they pass through the target area. Suddenly the most intense bright light floods the aircraft, blinding us the tension in the aircraft shot up, hearts started beating a whole lot faster as we instantly realized that we were being singled out of the sky by a searchlight and were now firmly in the sights of air and ground fire, we were the main act, and center stage. From that moment everything went into slow motion as we pass through the target seconds felt like minutes and minutes, hours. BOOM, an explosion, the plane rocks, bucks, flak is searing its way through the fragile fabric of the fuselage, loose items are flying around, Im scared they say you can taste fear well theyre absolutely right.
This personal view gives us two perspectives, the first is the story of Herb Greer speaking to us aboard a B29 through the written entries of his diary and then the second recounted from his armchair 60 years later.
Written with an immediacy that can only be shared by those who were there, while capturing for posterity their bravery and dignity of sacrifice.
Praise for Fire from the Sky
This is a book you will not be able to put down . It is a well-told memoir of the men whose missions will live forever in history! It was my honor to have read the book; it felt almost sacred to be allowed to look inside a crew members personal diarytruly a treasured artifact of historic and sentimental value. This is a book worth reading several times. Great black and white photos as well. I fully recommend this wonderful book about aviation and the men who crewed B-29s.
Bill McDonald, president of the Military Writers Society of America
As an avid reader of military history, I foundFire from the Sky: A Diary over Japanto be both a treasure-trove of information and a stirringand often startlinglook at the air war over Japan in World War II. What comes acrossin this book is not only the dedication and heroism of a B-29 bomber crew, butalso the harrowing circumstances of life and death in the air. Truly a remarkablebook, told by a remarkable man who found himself with a job to do that now,in the light of the passage of time, seems like an incredible and mind-bogglingachievement. This book richly deserves its Silver Medal Award.
Robert McCammon,New York Times bestselling author
Ron Greer
Ron Greer attended the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville prior to his military duty in the US Air Force. He served in the Vietnam War and later spent twenty-five years in human resources management. Greer lived with his father, Herb, as caregiver until his father’s death in 2007. Herbert L. Greer was born in Chelan, Washington and married Hazel Jean Ozbirn from Salem, Arkansas July 16, 1944. They were married going on 50 years upon her passing April 23, 1993. They had two children Linda Diane Greer and Ronald Lyndon Greer. His career in the military spanned some 23 years and put him aboard such aircraft as the B-17, B-24, B-29, B-36, B-52 and B-47 while at Little Rock Air Force Base Jacksonville, Arkansas where he retired. Mike Wicks was born in London, England and spent a large part of his career in the publishing industry. He currently lives in Victoria on Vancouver Island, Canada with his wife Sheila and a manic cat, Phoebe. He is a writer for hire and loves nothing more than to help people bring life to their book ideas. This is his third book.
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Fire from the Sky - Ron Greer
Copyright © 2005, 2013 Ron Greer
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ISBN: 978-1-4759-9713-2 (sc)
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CONTENTS
World War II Air Crews
Dedication
Son’s Dedication
Foreword
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Part 1
Chapter 1: The Early Years
Chapter 2: Countdown To War
Chapter 3: The Training Years
Chapter 4: Queen Of The Skies
Part 2 A Diary Over Japan
Chapter 5: On Our Way (April 1945)
News
April 1945
Chapter 6: A Taste Of War (May 1945)
News
3 May 1945
4 May 1945
5 May 1945
7 May 1945
8 May 1945
10 May 1945
11–13 May 1945
14 May 1945
17 May 1945
19 May 1945
24 May 1945
25 May 1945
29 May, 1945
Chapter 7: A Fanatical Foe (June 1945)
News
7 June 1945
9–10 June 1945
11 June 1945
12 June 1945
15 June 1945
17 June 1945
19 June 1945
22 June 1945
26 June 1945
28 June 1945
Chapter 8: Enduring The Unendurable (July 1945)
News
1 July 1945
2 July 1945
3–11 July 1945
12 July 1945
13–18 July 1945
19 July 1945
24 July 1945
25 July 1945
26 July 1945
27 July 1945
28 July 1945
Chapter 9: The End Is Near (August 1945)
News
2 August 1945
5 August 1945
6 August 1945
8 August 1945
9 August 1945
10 August 1945
14 August 1945
15–30 August 1945
30 August 1945
Chapter 10: Display Of Force (September 1945)
News
2 September 1945
30 September 1945
Chapter 11: Moving On
Postscript
References
Advance Praise
Endnotes
WORLD WAR II
AIR CREWS
DEDICATION
Y et from those of our number who fly no more, we must accept a trust—the trust of men who gave their lives in order that there may be a free life for others—and should we, in the future, treat lightly the foundations of that free life, we will have betrayed these men to whom, for all time, must we be indebted.
001_a_figure.tifView from co-pilot’s seat of B-29 formation
SON’S
DEDICATION
I have merely presented here in book fashion that which had already been recorded, first and foremost, in a diary
written over Japan, while in harm’s way, and second, in the minds of those living legends, who made up the crew of the City of Monroe B-29 Superfortress, who, for all intents and purposes, conceived this book through their unselfish efforts, wanting not just to preserve their own liberty and freedom, but that of mine, yours, and all Americans. It is my wish and hope that we continue to share this time in history, not only with our current generation, but, moreover, with all subsequent generations. All Americans—your family, my family, and subsequent families ongoing—have a role to play in our history, because as Americans if we don’t carry this message, we will have surely failed not only ourselves but those individuals who were willing to accept the risks necessary to make possible that which we sometimes take for granted: our freedom, paid for in full, by that Great Generation.
Your Proud and Loving Son, Ron
I dedicate this book to my hero … my father … my friend!
Senior Master Sergeant Herbert L. Greer, USAF (Ret.)
FOREWORD
I ’m in Arkansas sitting with World War II veteran Herb Greer and his son, on their patio in Jacksonville.
Herb is eighty-three years old and is wearing a baseball cap with a B-29 bomber embroidered on it with the words City of Monroe written above, lest we confuse it with any lesser aircraft. Encircling the hat are a plethora of pins depicting medals and allegiances to associations, both old and new.
HerbPortrait.tifHerb prior to leaving for the Pacific
He is smoking heavily, a habit he tells me he picked up in order to while away the long, lonely, and frightening hours as a radioman sixty years ago during the firebombing of Japan in 1945.
A few months previously, out of the blue, Ron Greer, Herb’s son, called me and asked whether I would be interested in bringing life to a book in progress that he and his father had started writing. They had contacted several publishers, and along the way my name had come up. They had spent the previous three years assembling information about the Pacific War and, more particularly, the role the B-29 and its crews had played in bringing Japan to its knees during the latter part of the war, some weeks after Europe was celebrating victory.
Now, in the early spring of 2004, Ron and Herb are showing me hundreds of photographs—photographs of bombing raids on Japan. I see bombs falling from the bellies of groups of huge bombers; I see them hitting their targets—innocent small puffs when photographed from several thousand feet, but on the ground it was a different matter.
I look over at Ron and can tell that he is devoted to his father, but that’s not all; there is hero worship here. Ron is immensely proud of his dad and the role he played in the war and wants to see his story told.
But this book is not an ego piece; it is for all the young men who went to fight for freedom—those who lost their lives and those who survived but lost their youth. "Freedom is not free" is a mantra repeated at the Greer residence.
I turn back to the photographs; there are many of B-29 bombers—three in a group flying past Mount Fuji, and dozens flying cheek to jowl dropping hundreds of bombs, which look as if they are only just missing their fellow fliers’ ships by inches—and a photograph from a wartime magazine showing a Japanese officer beheading a captured airman.
I was born after Herb’s war was finished, but although Ron is a contemporary of mine, he has made it his business to know. He has spent years sitting on this patio talking with his father about his wartime exploits, taping their conversations and stories, gathering snippets of information and photographs, and, above all, discovering that Herb had kept a diary.
They hand the diary to me; it’s small and square and worn around the edges. The early pages are inhabited by a green, spidery scrawl that is faded with age. Later pages are in black ink in a firmer hand, as if the writer had grown in confidence.
My focus returns to Herb. He is talking about his beloved bomber, the City of Monroe, just as if he was still there. He is sitting in a cramped space located adjacent to the navigator and around a blind corner behind the upper gun turret; there are no windows. It’s cramped and claustrophobic, and the dangers all around are unseen.
An explosion—the plane rocks, bucks—flak is searing its way through the fragile fabric of the fuselage, and loose items are flying around, bouncing off Herb’s head, and darkness …
I am back sixty years ago. It’s hot; there are flashes of light, and I’m scared. The stench of burning flesh is creeping into every part of the plane, into every part of me, into my soul. Help me …
Mike, Mike, are you all right?
It’s Ron; he’s standing over me, shaking my shoulder. Yes, yes,
I tell him. I’m fine.
I knew at that moment that we needed to take the reader back to experience the reality of war, not from a historical perspective, but from that of a twenty-three-year-old frightened boy.
figure_002.jpgThis book has four authors; the most important two being Staff Sergeant Herbert L. Greer, speaking in 1945 from his diary as a young man of twenty-three, and Herb Greer as a not quite so young eighty-three-year-old. To help things along the way, Ron Greer, Herb’s son, spent four years interviewing his dad, meeting the people Herb flew with, and extensively researching the period. More recently, Mike Wicks came along to bring an objective eye to the project and help pull all the elements together.
What makes this book special is the fact that we hear directly from Herb as a twenty-three-year-old through the written passages of his diary and then we have the eighty-three-year-old Herb talking with the authors. Remarkably, the two perspectives are not substantially different, but they do provide a unique opportunity for him to expand, elaborate, and give further insight into a fascinating period of history that fashioned the world we know today.
As you read this book, you will clearly see that both the type (the font) and indentation changes to reflect who is speaking.
As this book goes to print, we as a nation memorialize this year 2013 as the sixty-eighth anniversary of the end of World War II.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to convey my deepest thanks and appreciation to the following individuals whose efforts and support made this book possible:
To Susan Rea, whose initial involvement created the spark to pursue this endeavor.
To Dawn Townsend, whose persistent encouragement helped me through the frequent roller-coaster-like emotional rides of researching, writing, rewriting, etc.
To Judy VanNewkirk, whose expertise and creative enthusiasm enabled me to develop a marketable product with which to begin my search of a coauthor.
To Pete Weiler of the Thirty-Ninth Bomb Group website and SallyAnn, whose work on B-29s Then and Now,
through her 56 Years Ago
website provided much-needed information.
To Michael Wicks, the coauthor. His writer’s rainmaking
expertise and experience has made all this possible. Through his endeavors we were able to convey not just historical information as it was, but place you there some sixty years ago.
To Ingrid Vaughan for her assistance with the chapter Queen of the Skies.
To Tom Spetter for his design excellence of the cover and layout of the book.
To the editor Sharon Ellinghausen for her support and contributions.
To Ken Stratford for coming up with such an evocative title.
Ron Greer
INTRODUCTION
P resident Harry S. Truman said, It’s the small events, unnoticed at the time, that later are discovered to have changed history.
Since the Pacific War in the early 1940s many stories have emerged about the men and their battles. Each story, perhaps on its own, goes unnoticed, seemingly inconsequential, but in retrospect they all played a significant role in the final outcome—the victory over Japanese forces.
This is the story of the last few months of World War II in the Pacific, seen through the eyes of one man, a radio operator who kept a diary. The diary tells of the horrors of war. It was written in darkness, and often in fear, with a penlight during lonely hours confined in a space no bigger than a closet, for up to eighteen hours at a time. Our main author, cold, frightened, and sitting on up to twenty thousand pounds of jellied gasoline while blindly flying through constant flak bursts and fighter opposition, is the subject of this book.
It is not a history book in the true sense of the term, although it does provide its fair share of dates, facts, and figures. It is more about the contribution made by one man, and through him the story of the contribution made by all those who fought for our freedom, especially those who flew in the B-29 Superfortresses over the Pacific.
This personal view of the Pacific War gives us two perspectives, separated by sixty years. The first is the story of an airman and the many battles he fought to give us the freedom we enjoy today—it is the story of Staff Sergeant Herbert L. Greer, a radio operator aboard a B-29 bomber, told from the pages he wrote in his diary at the age of twenty-three. The second perspective is recounted from his armchair sixty years later, a survivor among so many casualties telling his story lest it be lost forever—one more piece in a jigsaw puzzle that will never, and should never, be finished, a story of his fight for our freedom.
Make no mistake, freedom is not free. More than thirty thousand WWII veterans die every month, and more than 80 percent of those who fought in the war are now dead. There are fewer and fewer left to tell their stories. This is the story of a survivor of twenty-eight bombing missions during WWII and more than thirty in Korea.
PART 1
003_a_figure.tifTHE
EARLY
YEARS
CHAPTER 1
H erb was born September 25, 1921, to Fred L. Greer and Nellie D. Greer in Chelan, Washington, a small town of about two thousand people.
Over the next ten years the town was to see its population grow, and by 1930 some 2,484 souls lived there. Chelan lies at the southern tip of Lake Chelan (pronounced Sha-lan), which means beautiful water
in the language of the Chelan Indians. Chelan is 159 miles from Seattle and 93 miles from Yakima.
L to R- Herb, Shirley and Don Greer
Lake Chelan is known today, as it was in the early 1920s, for its orchards, and particularly for its Red Delicious apples. Washington State produces more than half of all eating apples in the United States, and its orchards, nestled in the foothills of the Cascade mountain range, cover 174,000 acres.
Herb’s father and his father’s brothers, along with Herb’s grandfather, purchased an apple orchard in Quincy, Washington, located approximately fifty miles from Wenatchee, which by many is considered the apple capital of the world. They were happy running the orchard for several years until one night a severe frost caught everyone, including the weather bureau, off guard. Without a warning weather forecast, farmers hadn’t anticipated the need for smudge pots
to counter the freezing conditions, so, unfortunately, they lost their entire crop. Smudge pots were heaters that pumped out thick black smoke, casting a pall over the orchard that reflected infrared radiation, trapping enough heat between the cloud of smoke and the ground to stop the delicate buds from freezing. Farmers would burn old tires and would use motor oil in the pots. Unfortunately, the smoke was both a health and an environmental hazard, so by 1950 the use of smudge pots was starting to be regulated.
Unable to recover from this setback, Herb’s family sold the orchard to a company in Wenatchee and moved to Grand Coulee, Washington, where Herb’s father found work helping to build the Grand Coulee Dam. Once the dam was completed, the family moved to Redding, California, where Herb’s father went to work as a mechanic for the highway department and his mother was a laundry worker. Herb, the oldest of seven children, had three brothers, Don, Frank, and Harry, and three sisters, Shirley, Darlene, and Dallas.
figure_002.jpgI was quite a handful as a kid, and I can remember breaking the headlight on our car with a rock before I was five. On that occasion my father saw to it that I couldn’t sit down for a week!
I can remember Don and I were quite the mischievous pair when we were around five and six, especially when we got bored. One of the things we started doing was standing nails just behind the tires of visitors’ cars. The anticipation of them having a flat tire on the journey made us giggle like crazy. Of course it wasn’t long before my parents put two and two together and realized that all these flat tires only occurred after people had visited us. Then you know what really hit the fan—and I don’t mean feathers! We got paddled well and thoroughly on that occasion, but I suppose it saved us down the line from more serious penalties.
Apparently when I was very young I used to answer everything with Huh?
If mom called it was Huh?
—nothing else. It drove my mom crazy. I haven’t changed a lot in all these years; I’m told I still use the term on occasion. Unlike most other kids, whose first words are traditionally Momma
or Daddah,
I think mine was a nongender specific Huh?
When I was seven, something happened that was to change my life and set me on a path that would determine what would be the central theme of my life—flying.
Out of a clear blue sky my brother, Don, and I heard a droning sound that became louder and louder; then we saw two specks in the distance, which got bigger and bigger as the drone became a roar. We ran three miles to get closer, and then we saw them, our destiny—although neither of us knew it at the time. Two army biplanes had landed in a wheat field. Little did I know they had cast a spell over me. I was in awe and became driven to discover everything I could about these wonderful machines, and to see places that I could only imagine in my wildest dreams.
It was some time later when my father’s friend, Burley Nix, the owner of the local Buick dealership, invited my dad and I to fly in his single engine, two-seater Eaglerock biplane with its large wooden propeller and wire wheels.
My dad encouraged my mother, my brother Don, and me to take a spin. In those still fairly early days of flight, you had to be quite a brave soul to risk going up in one of these contraptions but, like most kids, fear doesn’t play a major role in most decisions, and when we got a chance to go up in this beautiful machine, we jumped at the chance. We took off two miles outside of Spokane, Washington, and soared like an eagle over the county where all the houses and farms became insignificant dots and the only thing that mattered was the wind in our hair and a sense of exhilaration that left us wanting more. I had taken the first step toward my dream. From the moment we were in the air, we knew that this was going to be part of our life forever.
figure_002.jpgIt wasn’t unusual for people in rural areas to get the opportunity to fly in those days. As part of Eaglerock’s promotional campaign, barnstormers
would travel across rural America and land in fields charging people anything from fifty cents to a dollar for the opportunity to take a flight.
The Eaglerock was the creation of the Alexander Aircraft Company in Englewood, Colorado, and was at the time considered to be state of the art. Even Lindbergh had considered using it for his New York to Paris flight. However, the company was so busy with orders it was unable to meet his schedule.
By the time I was eight we lived on an apple orchard and our world revolved around apples. My father, his brothers, and my granddad owned it. The area was famous for its Red Delicious apples—they were large, deep vibrant red, sweet, and delicious.