World War II History Round Table

Cliff is looking forward to participating in the monthly meeting of The Dr. Harold C. Deutsch World War II History Round Table http://www.mn-ww2roundtable.org/index.html The meeting takes place on Thursday, February 11, 2010. Cliff will be one of four Air Corps/Air Force members on a panel that will be moderated by Round Table board member and former KSTP-TV (Channel 5) news anchor and director, Stan Turner.  http://www.mighty1220.com/StanTurner/index.php

Vacation and Furlough

In mid July, many people take a vacation. From July 21 to August 5, 1944, Cliff Digre was on a 15-day furlough (“a leave of absence from duty granted especially to a soldier”). On pages 52-54, Cliff describes that furlough.

“My good friend since radio school, George Larson, a 100% Norwegian from Oregon City, Oregon, decided it would take him 10 or 12 days of round-trip travel time leaving very little time at home, so George came to Minnesota with me. George was a very congenial person, fun to be with, and he fit in great with the Hendricks’ Norwegians.

“Our train ride to Minneapolis was miserable. The hot, humid weather of Florida was with us all the way. To make it even worse, the train was a combination troop and milk train, stopping at every podunk town en route. It was more than a two-day ride to Chicago with a several-hour layover before another ten-hour ride to Minneapolis, and a night in Minneapolis before the four-hour bus ride to Canby where my sister Clara and her husband, Carvell, met us. The traveling time was not pleasant. By the time we got to Hendricks, we both had had enough, and George was glad he had decided not to go home to Oregon.

“Our days in Hendricks were relaxing, nothing super exciting, activities such as picnics by the lake—one with Clara and Carvell and another with my sister Pearl.

Clara and Carvell were always there to pick me up when I returned to Hendricks for leave. They picked me up in either Canby or Marshall. In this picture, I was on leave before going overseas. Standing left to right are: Carvell, Clara, me, my mother, my sister Pearl, and my dog Spot whom I’d had since I was six years old; he lived to be nineteen.

“George and I rowed Carvell’s big heavy wooden fishing boat across the lake. Each afternoon it was coffee time with mother and Pearl in the back yard, playing with my dog, Spot—just small-town pleasures.

George Larson and I having coffee in our back yard with my sister Pearl and mother, Carrie Digre.

“One hot, hot afternoon A. P. Johnson, Carvell’s dad, cornered us on Main Street. He said with all the young men in the service it was hard to get farm help, and asked if we would come out to one of his farms and shock grain. In four solid hot hours, A. P., George, and I shocked a big field of oats. A. P. gave each of us a $5 bill—enough for a few beers out at Bohemian Hall the following Sunday night.

“Much of the time was spent visiting with and saying goodbyes to friends and relatives. My final goodbye with Mother was hard, knowing that in a month or so I would likely be in combat. I couldn’t help but wonder—would I ever be home again?”

Independence Day

Last weekend, Americans celebrated Independence Day, a federal holiday that commemorates the signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, declaring independence from the kingdom of Great Britain.

Protecting our freedom from tyrannical governments has relied on the sacrifice and valor of generations of service men and women, including those who served in World War II. As people read Cliff Digre’s book Into Life’s School: My World War II Memories, some write to share their thoughts and thanks. Used by permission are comments (below) written by Doris (and Paul) from Cottage Grove, MN, who purchased Cliff’s book at the Minnesota History Center on Memorial Day.

“By the time I finished, I felt I knew your entire crew and cried for those who died….Yes, you are the ‘greatest generation’ for your bravery and heroism in keeping us free. You are all great Americans along with all our brave men who have served in the military in past wars and those serving today….You have had a very full and interesting life!”

The memorial to the 457th Bomb Group stands at the main entrance to the air base near Peterborough, England, on the Great North Road, Highway A1.

The Flying Fortress

On the weekend of July 10-12, Cliff and his wife will participate in the first-ever Flying Fortress event at the St. Cloud airport. The attraction is a B-17 historic World War II bomber built by the Boeing Company in 1945. Cliff will visit with guests about the B-17, the position each crew member occupied, the nature of some of the missions he flew, and of course answer questions. He’ll have copies of his book on hand to purchase.

The airport’s address is: 1550 45th Avenue, St. Cloud, MN, 56304. Daily ground tours cost $15 per family. Children under age 8 who are accompanied by a paying adult and WWII veterans are admitted at no charge. Flights in the restored bomber are also available. 

The plane—EAA B-17G Flying Fortress “Aluminum Overcast”—was donated in 1983 to the Experimental Aircraft Association (EAA). “Since that time, an extensive program of restoration and preservation was undertaken to ensure Aluminum Overcast would be a living reminder of World War II aviation for many years to come. The restoration took more than 10 years and thousands of hours by dedicated staff and volunteers at EAA Oshkosh, Wisconsin, headquarters. Much more information about the B-17 is available at the web site b17.org” (quoted from the eaa.org web site).

Above is the poster for the Flying Fortress event July 10-12 in St. Cloud, Minnesota.

Father’s Day

Father’s Day is traditionally celebrated in mid June. Author Cliff Digre and his wife of 60+ years are the parents of four adult children, but when Cliff was in the Army Air Corps, he was a single man—as were most other servicemen. However Earl Rinehart, the engineer/top turret gunner, was married and his wife was pregnant with their first child. Cliff writes on page 45 that, Earl “…was the tallest at 6′ 1″ and the oldest at 28 years. It wasn’t long before we dubbed him “Pops.” As an engineer, I doubt there was anyone better. Robbie (the pilot) said he was the best engineer he had ever known and knew the B-17 better than he.”

On page 70, the author describes the September 12, 1944 mission to Ruhland, Germany. When they were 30 to 40 minutes from the target, they were hit by “light but accurate flak. When we passed the flak pocket, Robbie called for an oxygen check starting with: tail gunner—OK, waist gunner—OK, ball turret—OK, radio operator—OK, but then no answer from top turret. Earl’s intercom had been intermittent so Robbie asked that he turn the turret if he was OK. Still no response, so copilot Cliff Hendrickson left his seat and went back to Earl. He was still standing upright in his turret position, but when Hendrickson gave a slight tug on his trousers, he slumped down. He was completely unconscious; when Cliff saw the severed oxygen hose, he knew what had happened. Cliff, with Elmer Mankin’s (the navigator) help , brought him up to the nose. They loosened his clothing and put him on pure oxygen. While Elmer was working on Earl, we were struck by a fierce fighter attack consisting of an estimated fifty fighters (ME-109s and FW-190s) as well as new jet-propelled fighters. At one instant I saw three B-17s hit and going down end over end in flames, and from those three planes I saw only three parachutes open. It was a horrible sight, one I’ll never forget. Our group lost a total of twenty-eight men that day, either killed or missing in action.

“When we returned to Glatton, we were given priority landing and medics met our plane. Immediately, they put Earl on a respirator and rushed him by ambulance to the nearest hospital. Later that evening they reported to us that he was dead. Earl was one super person and an extremely capable engineer. He knew his aircraft. On occasion he would make suggestions regarding the engines to Robbie and Robbie listened. He was good and had the utmost respect from all of the crew members. Earl was the “Pop” to our crew—the oldest at age 28. Earl’s hometown was Romney, Indiana. Earl, I’ll forever remember you.

“We are off to a rough start—yesterday Carbery was injured by flak; today Earl was killed. What’s ahead? You never know.”

Graduation

It’s mid June, the season to celebrate graduations. The book’s title— Into Life’s School—is taken from the motto for Cliff Digre’s 1941 Hendricks, MN, high school graduation class. That motto was, “Out of school life; into life’s school.” Cliff writes in the book’s preface, “The reason I chose this title was that I found out that most of the real lessons learned in life are not just from school and formal education but from life itself and the people you meet, the experiences you have, and the relationships you form—Life’s School.”

D-Day

June 6, 2009, is the 65th anniversary of D-Day. That is the day in 1944 when the Allied invasion of Normandy, France, occurred. An air assault by American, British, and Canadian airborne troops landed shortly after midnight and more than 5,000 ships delivered Allied infantry and armored divisions along a 50-mile stretch of coastline at 6:30 that morning. 

What was Cliff Digre doing on June 6, 1944? On page 43, Cliff recounts that he and the other members of his B-17 crew had just been selected by pilot William T. “Robbie” Robertson. They were training at McDill Airfield near Tampa, FL. On page 48, Cliff writes, “We knew from the very first day we were going to have intense training—six days a week for twelve weeks—a portion of each day flying and a portion in ground school. Each day was something new to give all ten of us the training we would need for the real thing—combat….Much of our ground school was spent on aircraft recognition. It was imperative that we would be able to to instantly identify all aircraft—both friendly and enemy.”

Signed Books

Many people request when they order a book that Cliff sign the book. His intention is to sign each book—paperback and hardcover—sitting uncharacteristically still for quite a while until a pile of books bears the autograph of Cliff “CB” Digre. Of course, when you read the book, you will discover Cliff’s childhood nickname, used by longtime chums from Hendricks, MN, when they order their books or send a note. Cliff is delighted to hear from friends, family, crew members, and their families! Please continue to write. Cliff thanks you.

The Book Team

The family and friends who helped Cliff with his book have a new take on the ancient African proverb, “It takes a village to raise a child.” The Norwegian, book-related interpretation is, “It takes a team to produce a book!”

While gathered for a party to celebrate the college graduation of Cliff’s second-oldest granddaughter, the team who helped Cliff with typing, research, editing, proofreading, photography, scanning photos and images, design, layout, coordination with the printer, inventory and distribution, web site development, and marketing, assembled for a photo of themselves. Cliff’s wife of 62 years, Bernice, is standing behind Cliff.

The “Into Life’s School” book team.

Happy Birthday, Cliff!

If you get a chance to wish Cliff a happy birthday,  leave him a note in his guest book.  His birthday is May 26, but he’ll be celebrating it for weeks.  He spent the day before his birthday signing books and chatting it up with people at the Minnesota History Center.  Not bad for 86.  Gratulerer med dagen, C.B.!