Seventy years ago, in April 1945, the Isle of Man had seen its share of the tragedy and waste of war.
The Second World War had been disrupting people’s lives for five and a half years but it was not to last much longer. The end of the war in Europe was less than a month away.
People knew that peace was coming and they were beginning to hope that their loved ones might soon be returning home and things might be returning to normal once again.
The island had an astonishing total of more than 400 aircraft accidents recorded during that time. Not every accident was serious but many of them involved loss of life; the island’s hills and Mannanan’s cloak took a grim toll of over 200 young men.
Seventy years ago today, April 14, an aircraft flew into a field overlooking Perwick Bay near Port St Mary.
Nobody knows why it crashed there and nobody ever will. All we can do is tell the story and wonder why such a peaceful scene was transformed into a blazing, smoking inferno; a place of devastation with twisted and unrecognisable metal strewn across the field with ammunition exploding and debris flying through the air.
The aircraft that crashed was an American Flying Fortress bomber, a large, four-engined machine designed for killing, capable of carrying several tonnes of bombs and armed with 12 machine guns.
On this day the bomber was on a peaceful mission; it was heading to Northern Ireland to pick up supplies of whisky for a party at its home base at the United States Army Air Force station at Thurleigh in Essex.
This flight in itself was an example of the sheer madness of war. While men were dying in torpedoed oil tankers carrying aviation fuel across the Atlantic Ocean, other men were using the precious petrol for all kinds of apparently unnecessary purposes like this.
Having said that, are we right to moralise about this from the comfort of our 21st century homes?
Most of us weren’t around at the time and we simply cannot imagine what it felt like to have struggled through those long, dreary years of rationing, hardship and fear.
Eleven people were on board the Flying Fortress. They were all Americans. Four of the five flight crew were members of a crew who flew together regularly on operations but most of the others were just there for the ride. One of the passengers was a woman who was responsible for setting up the Red Cross Clubs where American servicemen could relax and have a reminder of their far-away homes. They were aged between 21 and 35 and it seems fitting to include their names here. They were:
The Crew
Pilot: 1st Lieutenant Robert Arthur Vieille, 23
Second Pilot: 2nd Lieutenant Collins Edward Liersch, 22
Navigator: Flight Officer Howard Edgar LeCompte Jr, 24
Engineer: Technical Sergeant Earnest Earl Gallion, 21
Radio Operator: Staff Sergeant Chester Frank Smalczewski
The Passengers
Captain Wilber Bradley Butterfield, 24
Captain George E. Cubberly, 32
2nd Lieutenant Austin J. Parrish, 28
Master Sergeant Derrell Sevier Jones, 35
Technical Sergeant William C. Starbuck, 27
Emiiy Harper Rea, American Red Cross, 33
Some of the names and spellings might appear unusual but they reflect the diverse origins of the people of the United States at the time.
The details were thoroughly researched by the volunteers of the Manx Aviation and Military Museum for inclusion in a memorial which was erected in 2012 in another combined operation, this time by Rushen Parish Commissioners and the Museum, near the site of the accident.
The crash site has been visited by several family members and friends of the victims. The late brother of the pilot, Robert Vieille, visited once and his sister, his niece and her husband have visited several times.
They have been instrumental in carrying out research in America into the events surrounding the crash.
Sadly Robert’s brother died before the memorial was built but it was unveiled by his sister and niece. The second pilot, Collins Liersch’s, hometown girlfriend and his best friend married a couple of years after he was killed and several years ago they were taken to the site by me.
I have been privileged to have been able to help many people visit the places where their relatives died in aircraft accidents but this was the most special visit of all.
These two people knew Collins Liersch better than anyone and they flew thousands of miles from their small farming community in Wisconsin to visit the place where he died. To see them, two people in their mid-80s, standing close together with heads bowed in that peaceful green field overlooking the sea where Collins died so long ago was the most moving and humbling experience. I can’t begin to imagine what thoughts were in their minds but my thoughts were of sadness at the waste of it all.
I suppose that out of the tragedy some good has come because many people in America appreciate the way in which we commemorate these people who died so far from home and the island now has many friends over there.
The aircraft itself was unusual. Many American aircraft were given names and this was no exception; it was called ‘Combined Operations’.
It was so called because it was an aeroplane which had been put together from two severely battle-damaged Flying Fortresses. In effect it was built from scrap; the front end of one and the tail end of another were joined together with great care by the ground crewmen at Thurleigh in their spare time.
It was those men’s way of giving Hitler an extra kick in the pants and it got its name because it was the result of the combined operations of airframe mechanics, engine fitters, electricians and the many other trades whose unsung efforts helped to achieve the victory over evil. Their attention to detail made this a very special aeroplane which was well known in its squadron for being a ‘fast ship’.
Research by the Manx Aviation and Military Museum has revealed that the aircraft flew on more than 80 bombing missions over Europe so its quality was not in doubt, despite its unusual origins.
The victims were taken back to England for burial in the American Military Cemetery at Madingley near Cambridge. Some were returned to America after the war for burial near their families.
The scene of the accident is now a quiet field once again but even after 70 years a small patch of bare soil remains to indicate the exact spot where those eleven people met their deaths. Close by, the polished black granite memorial tells passers-by of the tragedy and it is probably correct to say that because of it more people know about the accident now than ever before.
This tragedy was not to be the island’s worst air accident for long. Only nine days later, April 23, 1945, it would be overtaken by another terrible event when another Flying fortress flew into North Barrule killing 31 American servicemen. Let us hope and pray that these two forever remain the worst air accidents on the island’s soil.
The Manx Aviation and Military Museum has displays which tell the stories of both these accidents plus many others. It is open every Saturday and Sunday and bank holiday from 10am to 4.30pm and during the summer it is open every day from TT Practice Week to the end of September.