1944 FRUSTRATED CHRISTMAS.
By Wally Hoffman
December of 1944, was one
of the bleak times of the World War II conflict in Europe. Under the
cover of dense fog and freezing cold which covered all of Europe,
the Germans had broken the American lines in the vicinity of Bastogne.
This has become known as the "Battle of the Bulge". During
this time I was a member of a B17 bomber crew stationed at Polebrook
in northeast England not too far from Peterborough.
The dense fog which covered all of England and Europe, grounding all
the Fighters and Bombers. This meant no critical air support was available
to lend support of these men. The men on the lines in the Bulge were
in total turmoil. It was not only from not being able to make any
kind of a stand; but because of a lack of logistic support, and having
to endure the freezing cold. We read in the "Stars and Stripes"
and heard over AFN (Armed Forces Network) the desperate need of air
support to give them some breathing room. The ground troops were not
only pinned down, and freezing, they had no knowledge of what was
happening because of the lack of observations and communications.
We sat on our fannies at our field in Polebrook warm and dry, and
had been planning a gala Christmas Party for the local children including
a full turkey dinner. The local English children had never seen oranges,
bananas or candy since 1939, since the war started. We had been hoarding
all of our fruit and candy plus scrounging for gifts. We had been
assured we could bring these guests to the combat mess for Christmas.
All the time, there was this black cloud hanging over all of us, concerning
the privations of our compatriots who were living a freezing hell
in Belgium. Wasn't there anything we could do to help them?
Finally on December 19th, the weather in England cleared and the airfields
were open for flying. Europe however was still covered by that same
huge cloud when you couldn’t even see across the street All
of us had that very deep personal feeling of wanting to somehow reach
out and help the desperate plight of those men on the line in Belgium.
Although we had welcomed the enforced stand down from flying combat,
everyone was willing to stick their neck out, and take any kind of
chance to help, if we could only see the target and the ground when
It was a welcome relief to be awakened by that ever-present flashlight
and advised we were flying that day. For once there wasn't the usual
grumbling; instead an attitude of "lets go, maybe we can be of
a little help for those guys".
At the usual breakfast, I was immediately hit with the thick smell
of frying eggs and bacon, which clung to the air. I was not ready
to eat, but could easily envision those poor guys in Belgium would
love such a breakfast. Even those eggs staring up at them!
Outside it was like the "Black Hole of Calcutta"as we proceeded
to the briefing room. You could feel in the room not the usual fear,
but the determination to get going. As the curtain was drawn on the
huge map we followed the red yarn from Polebrook to Kall, Germany.
This was a crossroads barely across the Belgium border in Germany.
The mission was to interdict and prevent the normal transport of the
German supplies so critical to them for the success and support of
their troops in the “Battle of the Bulge”. We were advised
if you can”t identify your target doesn”t drop, as the
front is so fluid we might be dropping on our own troops. The Weatherman
was very pessimistic advising it was still 100% cloud cover over the
target, however there was a chance of broken clouds over the target.
Coming home a 50% chance, all of Northern England would sock in with
a total fog cover. I don’t think anyone in the room batted an
eye, soon someone said, “Lets go”.
It was over 20,000 feet before we broke out of the clouds, and were
soon formed up. As we crossed the channel there was Europe with nothing
but fog and a solid cloud cover; making it very difficult to even
see the other planes to maintain the flight formation. As we turned
on the Initial Point (the point, which you turn to make the bomb run
to the target to be bombed,) we were advised the mission be scrubbed,
and return to base. We took a course for Polebrook and home with our
bombs still on board.
As we turned for home we were advised the 50% chance of fog had now
become 100% fog cover; and except for a few fields in the south end
all of England there was no place to land We scattered and each group
ran for England with everyone taking their own course to the open
fields where we could land. We finally landed at Bath in Southwest
England after breaking out of the cloud cover at about 150 feet. The
weather was bad enough even the seagulls were walking. The planes
from our group were scattered over six fields, as everyone landed
at any field which was still open. We had accomplished nothing, and
the poor guys on the lines in the Bulge were continuing to take a
beating. Everything was again fogged in for five days.
The sun came out on the 24th of December in England and Europe. General
Eisenhower ordered maximum effort that every plane possible was to
fly that day. Those of us landing at Bath were briefed and the orders
were to form composite groups of the planes from the various Bomb
Groups into one unit. The bombers, from where ever they were located,
were assigned to various targets. No one needed a second invitation
and we were soon on our way. This time the weatherman told us there
appeared only a 10% chance the weather would remain clear by the end
of the day. We took off from where ever we were and assembled into
composite groups our target was Kaiserslautern (our bomb group went
to four different targets that day.). We never reached the IP of our
assigned target, as there was nothing but solid clouds below us. The
target was changed to any target of opportunity, so we ended up dropping
our bombs on a crossroads. As we crossed the channel there was nothing
ahead of us but a solid cloud cover where England should be.
We were vectored to an emergency base that had gas piped down the
side of each runway, which was ignited to burn off the fog. The landing
was a little touchy, because this was a small field and the flames
gave the plane additional lift. Stepping hard on the brakes, we finally
stopped as we rolled off the end of the runway. This was before we
had reversible props and jets. There was hardly room to park the plane.
It seemed everyone had also landed there.
We went through debriefing with a cup of Irish Coffee which was more
Irish than coffee This was not Polebrook, but a small British Emergency
Field. The British personnel were totally over run with people, and
soon ran out of food in the mess. All transportation was tied up as
nothing was moving because of the fog. It would take 24 hours to get
additional supplies. The British have always been able to make do.
We were all fed, but we ended up eating fishballs and beets, but there
was plenty of the “British Irish Coffee”
That huge Christmas party and Christmas Dinner we had planned for
the local children at Polebrook in the main hangar just never happened
as we sat on the ground at an emergency field on the “Wash”.
The ground crews at the base tried their best, but it didn’t
work out too well. All of our hoarded supplies and gifts were still
where we had left them when we finally flew back to our base at Polebrook
We had spent a frustrated week flying here and there trying to help
the fellows in the Bulge and ended up accomplishing nothing. We had
only achieved a lot of frayed nerves with white knuckles and a lot
of tight “pucker strings”. More disappointing was the
many small sad children who had looked forward to a “Yank”
Soon after Christmas the weather cleared, and all of us in the Air
Force managed to give the Germans a taste of "Hell" from
On New Years Day the main hangar, where the major repairs were made
all the planes were moved out and decorated in true Christmas fashion.
When the children arrived we were given the names of three children
and placed the name tags on our hoarded packages as we put them under
a large Christmas tree. Santa Clause arrived (by Jeep) and began calling
out the names on the packages under the tree. Santa gave each of them
a bag containing candy, candy bars, oranges, apples, and bananas.
This was followed by concert of Christmas carols, which was suddenly
a huge community sing along, as this became our Christmas.
We then proceeded to the combat mess with our charges for that delayed
Christmas Dinner. There was the usual turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes,
sweet potatoes, cranberries, and pumpkin pie. As the day ended what
a wonderful feeling of contentment we all had. When we took our charges
full of turkey to the busses to take them home I can still see that
permanent smile on their little faces as they clutched their toys
and waved good bye.
We may not have been able to help the fellows on the line in the bulge,
but we sure helped some children through a dreary wartime Christmas.
It made up for not being home for Christmas