Central Coast Aviators in World War II
By Jim Gregory
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A tribute to the heroism shown by military pilots and aircrew from rural California towns who risked their lives and made their mark on American history.
During World War II, thousands of volunteer combat aviators trained at places like Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo and Hancock Field in Santa Maria. Some air cadets and WASPs—young women pilots—lost their lives in training accidents. The graduates would go on to fight in both the Pacific and European theaters. They faced flak bursts and collisions that resulted in horrifying explosions and were sent on strafing runs that made them targets in a lethal shooting gallery. Downed airmen encountered both unexpected kindness and cruel deprivation as prisoners of war. Through interviews and official records, Jim Gregory tells the stories of heroic Central Coast veterans who fought a war that stretched from New Guinea to North Africa.Jim Gregory
Jim Gregory has been a teacher of literature, anthropology and history for over thirty years in Arroyo Grande and San Luis Obispo. He was Lucia Mar Unified School District's Teacher of the Year in 2010-11, and has led several student trips to WWII sites in Europe. His interest in history of the '30s and '40s was fueled by studying with Pulitzer Prize-winning Stanford professor David Kennedy, as the recipient of a Gilder-Lehrman Fellowship in 2004. He lives in Arroyo Grande with his wife and sons.
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Central Coast Aviators in World War II - Jim Gregory
Prologue
MISSION TO LORIENT
For a twenty-four-year-old B-17 copilot, death was close enough to represent a kind of eleventh man on his aircrew. For every American airman wounded in World War II, three were killed. The ratio was the inverse for foot soldiers, warriors whom the fliers both admired and pitied for what they had to endure in their agony, in lives of boredom, discomfort and terror, lives lived and lost in mud. Fliers, on the other hand, had farther to fall than a dogface in the hedgerows of Normandy or a marine on Red Beach at Iwo Jima. If they were like Morro Bay’s Clair Abbott Tyler, a copilot in a heavy bombardment group based in England, they had five miles to fall.
On March 6, 1943, his B-17, piloted by First Lieutenant Martin E. Plocher, was flying in the third position, near the van of Tyler and Plocher’s 360th Squadron, a component of the 303rd Bomb Group, based at RAF Molesworth in Cambridgeshire, a place where The New York Pizzeria today completes the Americanization of this little part of East Anglia, a process that had begun with the arrival of aircrews like Tyler’s in September 1942.
Second Lieutenant Tyler was becoming a veteran. He had been with his squadron for a month, had flown three missions with Plocher’s crew, and this was his squadron’s twentieth mission over German-occupied Europe. This mission, on March 6, 1943, was one very early in the American air war against Nazi Germany, and in a very real sense, Tyler and the men and boys (many enlisted men on a B-17 were eighteen years old; Tyler, about to turn twenty-five in April, might then be referred to as Pop
) were pioneers intended to demonstrate the effectiveness of strategic bombing and to validate the name of their aircraft, the Flying Fortress.
B-17Gs from the 381st Bomb Group. Museum of the United States Air Force.
Pilots like Plocher and copilots like Tyler flew their Fortresses in compact box formations. On this mission, nineteen B-17s from their 360th Squadron assembled in the skies over England, assumed their box formations—seven in the lead flight, two boxes of six each following—flying virtually wingtip to wingtip to maximize the defensive power of thirteen .50-caliber machine guns on each ship.
If the formation was kept tight, the theory went, the Flying Fortress
was impregnable. The most vulnerable, like weakened animals in a herd, were planes with mechanical problems or combat damage. They would fall behind, to be picked off by opportunistic German Messerschmitts or Focke-Wulfs, unless little friends,
American fighters like the twin-boomed P-38 Lightnings, arrived to shepherd crippled aircraft back safely to their English bases.
Mission 20, on March 6, 1943, was a rare exception to the usually dirty British weather, which made the beginnings of missions so dangerous—there were sometimes collisions between B-17s when squadrons ascended in fog or dense clouds. Each crewman would be on the lookout for neighboring bombers, unconsciously holding his breath until his ship reached the assembly point above the clouds. But this day, the skies were blue—in Plocher’s memory, they were cloudless. It had to be a good omen for what would be, when compared to missions later in the war, a relatively short seven-hour round trip. The target, revealed to the 360th’s fliers after their predawn breakfast, was to be a power plant and a bridge near Lorient, a port city beneath the arm of Brittany. Lorient was noted for, among other things, deep antiaircraft defenses and seemingly impenetrable concrete pens—they are still there today—that sheltered scores of U-boats as they prepared for their own missions, when they nosed needlelike into the North Atlantic.¹ It was the U-boats that waged the campaign to starve Britain of both supplies and of Americans, who were arriving in increasing numbers to prepare for the Second Front
that would open more than a year later along the D-day beaches.
B-17s like Plocher’s were a miraculous product of the American industrial expansion that was decisive in winning World War II. The Fortress was a remarkably resilient aircraft, one respected by American fliers, and the scores of photographs the war has left behind of B-17s that somehow returned to England with shattered tails, holed wings, smashed noses below the flight deck, even of ships nearly shorn in half and held together by seemingly gossamer steel cables, are testament to that.
Two B-17s collide during the ascent to the assembly point over their English base. Courtesy AAF veteran Bob Brown and the Central Coast Veterans’ Museum.
But in early 1943, they had a terrible weakness: there were not sufficient machine gun defenses forward—a deficiency later corrected with the B-17G’s chin turret,
double .50-caliber guns below the Plexiglas nose. On March 6, 1943, that weakness would mean the sudden and violent end of Second Lieutenant Clair Abbott Tyler’s life.
The squadron made its approach to the IP—Initial Point, where its bomb run would begin—unhindered by much groundfire, or flak, shells that were fused to explode at a prearranged height and send metal shards slicing through airframes and the men inside them, and in clear sky empty of German fighters. But the fighters suddenly appeared just before the homeward turn. They were Focke-Wulf 190s, among the finest fighters of the war, and they came out of the bright sun that day and pressed their attacks, as they’d learned to do, at the noses of the 360th’s bombers. One of their targets was Martin Plocher’s ship, suddenly staggered by 20-millimeter cannon rounds from a 190 that Plocher’s crew had never seen coming.²
One of those cannon rounds shattered the copilot’s seat and its occupant. Second Lieutenant Tyler was gone in a moment common to World War II combat: there was no transition between life and death, no time for a young man to collect his thoughts, no time to say goodbye in his waking dreams to the sights he would never see again.
B-17 assembly at the Boeing plant, Seattle. U.S. Air Force.
If Tyler had been granted the chance to see again the sights of his life, one important landmark would have been the dome-shaped Morro Rock, prominent on the midpoint of the California coast, the Gibraltar of the Pacific,
and Clair would have seen it, either in its entirety or partly shrouded in sea fog, every day that he woke up as a child in his family’s home on Piney Way in Morro Bay. But he would never again see his mother, who would, when he was a little boy, bundle him sleeping into the family car for trips to visit family in the Bay Area, to the magical place that was and is San Francisco. His mother made wonderful enchilada dinners, sometimes as fundraisers to help feed and clothe San Luis Obispo County children during the Great Depression. He would never again see his father, the man who took him bird hunting at the opening of pigeon season, the man who gravely instructed Clair on the maintenance and safe handling of a .410 shotgun.
There was no high school in Morro Bay then, so Clair went down Highway One to attend San Luis Obispo High School with friends he would never see again, like the best man at his wedding, Alex Madonna, part of the North County’s heritage of Italian-Swiss dairy farmers, and of course, he would never again see his wife, Joanna Renetzky Tyler, part of the South County’s ranchero heritage. The Renetzkys were related to the family of William Goodwin Dana, one of the earliest American settlers in this part of California and the owner of the vast Rancho Nipomo.
Finally, he would never again see his little girl. In March 1943, the month of the fatal mission to Lorient, she would just have begun walking. She would make the journey of her life without her father. Tyler’s parents would likewise finish their life journeys without their son, their only child, and contemporary newspaper accounts suggest that they hoped, deep into the summer, that he had survived.³
But the German fighter had not only killed Tyler, it had dealt his ship a mortal wound as well. Both the Number One and Two engines were knocked out. Lieutenant Plocher, with the ghastly remains of his copilot in the seat next to him, fought to keep the bomber up, but when the Number Four engine overheated, there was no recourse, with the plane dropping rapidly, but to ditch at sea. Plocher, in a masterful piece of flying, brought it off. He and his crew would survive to be picked up by a German patrol boat, finishing out the war as POWs. But they survived.
A lone bomber from Clair Abbott Tyler’s 303rd Bomb Group, outward bound. Museum of the U.S. Air Force.
For Second Lieutenant Clair Abbott Tyler, who did not, and whose body disappeared when B17F #42-5626 slipped beneath the surface of the English Channel, there is a limestone memorial with his name and the names of other missing American soldiers at the American Cemetery in Brittany. There are at least seventeen other San Luis Obispo County aviators memorialized in cemeteries from Texas to Idaho, from Normandy to Italy, from Oahu to New Guinea. Others would survive the war to come home to their little girls, and they would live long lives as family men, as attorneys and high school teachers, as businessmen and mechanics, and when their journeys were finally completed, these men were remembered for their heroism. So, too, were the women who were their contemporaries, who flight-tested planes or ferried them from factories to air bases around the country. Some of them did not come home alive. But this is a story less about death and more about remarkable lives. This is a tribute, then, to young lives lived in combat, where the greatest enemy was not German or Japanese. The greatest enemy was fear.
1
PIONEERS OF FLIGHT
The Fourth of July 1910 was arguably not the most patriotic in the nearly sixty years since San Luis Obispo County and California had joined the Union. That distinction probably went to 1898’s observance, coming, as it did, during the Spanish-American War and on the heels of a decisive American naval victory, on July 3, over an outclassed and archaic Spanish fleet commanded by Admiral Cervera off Santiago de Cuba. Cables announcing the latest American triumph over the perfidious Spaniards,
an image crafted by yellow journalists Joseph Pulitzer