Dear Prof. Johnson:
Just received from B26.com, our own unofficial central meeting site for all
things relating to the B26 Martin Marauder operations in WWII, the query on
my European meeting with Ernie Pyle in May, 1943.
I think your project on Ernie Pyle, and your affiliation with his home
university in Indiana, is a tremendous move.
Even as I write this email, I am looking at a photo of Ernie Pyle on my
office wall, taken at my base at Earl's Colne in England, some three or four
weeks prior to D-Day, in early May, 1943. Ernie is in the center of the
photo. I am on the left talking with him, and another combat crew members,
the late John F. Siebert of Charlestown, MA, is on the right.
First, must reiterate that Ernie Pyle was positively the bravest guy in the
ETO. He shared all the risks of the fighting men on the ground, and flew
with my squadron on several missions. His folding wooden cot was placed
alongside my own more luxurious two-deck metal bunk. It was my
responsibility, as his request, to make sure I awakened him when we were up
very early for a mission. If u wish, I recall one day where I couldn't find
him in his bunk one early morning to prepare for a mission, ran to he
latrine to see if he was OK, and up. No Ernie. Then back to his cot, bending
down closely, this time. Barely extending above the drawn-up blanket, was
the top of his GI knitted hat. Ernie was so slight, he virtually
disappeared. So I shook him, warning it was getting on. We still had to eat,
go to the briefing, get dressed in flying gear, and get transported out to
our planes, all in the dark.
I was also a newspaper writer prior to service, continuing with some writing
of humorous terse verse while I was flying. Much of this terse verse
appeared in the daily Stars & Stripes, and the weekly Yank. So Ernie and I
hit it off immediately. Once off the daily loading list for missions, a
bunch of us would head into town for some primitive pub crawling.
Several years ago visiting in Hawaii, my wife and I stood before Ernie's
grave in homage to certainly one of the bravest men I ever met. Earlier,
while driving from my then home in Greater Boston, where I was editor of
three small-city daily newspapers, I took a side trip to his hometown, and
to try and find his old home.
For the record: Ernie kindly included me in his best-seller, Brave Men.
One day in early May, 1943, which also marked my full year in overseas
combat, while Ernie was on the base, the loudspeakers blared out for Sgt.
Scheier to immediately report to headquarters. When I got there, I found
Ernie waiting outside. He said he wanted to formally say farewell. He had
just received a call from the Eisenhower HQ., to report there at once. He
paused, and gave me a knowing look. I half nodded at him, understanding the
long anticipated D-Day, was getting very close. He nodded, and shrugged,
with a half smile, and held out his hand in farewell. He knew I was then
living in New York City.
We made tentative plans to meet there after the war was over. Ernie worked
for the Scripps-Howard newspaper syndicate. So no problem in finding him. We
shook hands again, he turned and walked away, with one last wave of his
Sadly after Ernie safely survived the European invasion, he felt he owed it
to the GIs in the Pacific, to report on them back to the American public. As
you know, he was on the little island of Ie Jima, as I recall, with the
Americans under attack. He raised his head to look around, and took a
sniper's bullet between the eyes.
If I can be of any help on this timely Ernie Pyle book, or if you wish more
details etc., or photos, please don't hesitate. Would also appreciate
getting news when this will appear in print. Many thanks.
Oh yes. There are a number of other surviving 456th Squadron members still
fairly active, and online, who are also included in the book, Brave Men.