| 1st Lt Samuel L. Barrick |
P |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| 2nd Lt Ira A. Munn |
CP |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| 2nd Lt James G. Guerrini |
NAV |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| T/Sgt James D. Brady |
TOGG |
INTERNEE (INTERNED
IN SWEDEN) TAPS: 1994 |
| T/Sgt Clifton E. Barton |
ROG |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| T/Sgt Walfred J. Johnson |
TTE |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| S/Sgt Edward J. Marlen |
BTG |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| S/Sgt Frederick C. Thorpe |
LW |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| S/Sgt William D. Sapp |
RW |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
| S/Sgt Hugh F. Fantone, Jr |
TG |
INTERNEE (INTERNED IN SWEDEN) |
418th Sqdn.
MACR #3031
Micro fiche #1028
A/C #42 39994 "BARRICKS BAG""SNORT STUFF"
Crew landed Sweden - severe damage by fighters. All crew members
repatriated by Nov. 1944. Lt. James M. Henry was the regular
bombardier on this crew. He CPT. 29/1/45
Letter to Paul West 26 Feb 1996:
On 7 March 1945 I was released as an internee and flew as a passenger
in a C-87 (converted B-24 to Scotland and was assigned to a Casual Pool in
a Replacement Depot at Stone, England. We were informed that we
internees would be returned to the United States but would first go back
to our Groups for debriefing. I was ordered back to the 100th Bomb Group
for ten days temporary duty. The debriefing consisted of describing what
had happened on the mission, and signing a bunch of Security papers
so I couldn't talk about being interned or what we did there. I then went
to London to buy a new uniform and other gear, then back to the
Replacement Depot for shipment to the States.
You didn't ask for the following information, but I thought you
might find it a bit interesting. Do with it what you will.
On about 1 July 1944 I was summoned to the American Legation in
Stockholm to meet with Colonel Hardison. I had been "volunteered",
along with some other Pilots to form a maintenance unit to recover,
repair and fly interned aircraft to a storage site in Sweden. On June 20
and 21 twenty four B-17s and B-24s had landed at Bulltofta airfield at
Malmo. Ten aircraft had previously landed there, and were in process
of repair by a small contingent of one Officer and nine enlisted men.
The air field was a mess. Airplanes were scattered all over the small
field, some had belly landed, others had landed on one gear,
two had crashed head on into a sheer bluff, one had smashed its
right wing into a building, and another had gone over an embankment,
and nosed down into a police pistol range. Others were erect, on
three wheels. Two B-24s had crashed and burned.
We had no special tools or maintenance equipment at the start,
but with the assistance of the Swedish fighter unit and ABA airline
facility, we were able begin work. A Major Joe Filkins arrived from
the UK on June 19 on an inspection trip, and remained to oversee our
operation, and was successful in obtaining Kennedy type tool boxes,
and special tools from the UK. Later, he was successful in getting a
Jeep and Trailer. We had an operation going!
We looked at every airplane to determine if they could be repaired,
if not, they would be used for salvageable parts and scrapped.
Most of these airplanes had landed in southern Sweden, in places
other than Malmo. It was necessary to send teams to these locations to
retrieve them. One B-17 had belly landed in a peat bog, the team
even laid a short narrow-gauge railroad to salvage the parts.
The most complex repair accomplishment was on my own B-17G 42-39994. We
replaced the entire left wing and landing gear, with parts from
another aircraft. The feat was described, with fair accuracy,
in a July 1945 issue of Air Force magazine.
This was a "salve to my wounds" in that there were several magazine
articles at the time that described the life of Riley we internees in
Sweden and Switzerland had enjoyed. Implications were made that we had
shirked our combat duties, and ran away.
Too bad these writers could not have been there to attend the funerals
in Sweden, visit the wounded in the hospital, and see the
extensive battle damage most of the airplanes had received. Too bad they didn't know about the long
hours spent under field conditions, repairing aircraft and some that
would have been junked back in the UK. We really had a ball!
While at Malmo, I was called back to Stockholm to sit on an
evaluation board to determine whether the crews were justified in the
landings in Sweden. Only one was found to be questionable. No action was
taken against the Aircraft Commander.
During the period I was there, One hundred and thirty two B-17s
and B-24s came to Sweden. Of that number, we repaired, flight
tested, ferried and maintained in flyable storage eighty eight of them and
scrapped the rest. At the end of the war, they were flown back to the UK
and scrapped and were then sent to the States in November.
The crew were released and flown in a C-87 to the UK on September 30,
1944, returned to the 100th BG
Sam Barrick
To Sweden -- written in response to questions from a 16 year old high
school student:
Note: After the war, William Sapp changed his name to William
Dixon.
My name is Bill Dixon. I was a right waist gunner/armorer in the
B-17 named Snort Stuff (but misreported in several publications as
Barrick’s Bag), aircraft 42-39994, assigned to the 418th Bomb Squadron,
100th Bomb Group, 13th Bomb Wing, 3rd Bomb Division, 8th Air Force,
United States Army Air Force. (Isn't that a mouthful?!?!) The 100th BG
was located at Station 139, Thorpe Abbotts, on the line between Norfolk
and Suffolk counties, East Anglia, England. My pilot was named Samuel L.
Barrick, copilot Ira A. Munn, navigator James Guerrini, toggelier James
Brady, engineer/top turret Walfred Johnson, radio operator Clifton
Barton, ball turret Edward (Shorty) Marlin, left waist Frederick Thorpe,
tail Hugh Fantone. We were a comparatively old crew - Munn was the
youngest at 20, Johnson, Thorpe, and Brady all were 33 or 34 in 1944. I
was 24 at that time. (You can figure out how old I am now.)
We were shot down on 6 March 1944 on our way to Berlin on the first big
Berlin raid. We had been to Berlin two days earlier when only 31 of us
got there - the rest of the Air Force had been recalled but we missed
the recall. I was on my 13th mission when we were shot down. However, we
were lucky in several ways. We had been flying in the high squadron
until, at 11 o'clock, we switched to the low squadron to replace planes
that had aborted. When the fighters hit us at noon, I saw the whole high
squadron go down before I saw an enemy fighter. We had two engines hit
in the initial attack and would not have been able to keep up with the
formation except that there was no formation to keep up with - we had
lost 14 planes and, including our plane, this left seven planes flying.
We had one engine on fire when we turned off to try to make it back over
the North Sea. Fortunately, the fire went out after a couple of minutes
but the prop was wind milling and couldn't be feathered. The prop
actually fell off after we landed because only the wind pressure was
holding it on. The navigator said we didn't have enough fuel to make the
North Sea, which was understandable to me because I could see right
through one of the wing tanks. As a result, we headed for the Baltic Sea
and Sweden. While we were still over the last little spit of land in
Germany, we passed directly over a German airfield, no planes came up
but a warship of some variety which was moored in the bay next to the
airfield fired some flak at us and did hit us with shrapnel from two
rounds.
We were doubly lucky because we had an excellent pilot and navigator
who, between them, got us to Sweden. Sweden was a neutral country. While
we were still over the Baltic, two Swedish fighter planes came out and
escorted us to their airfield. One of them nearly caused us to crash
because he kept crossing in front of us which made us go through his
prop wash and we were just barely hanging onto flying speed as it was.
We lowered the gear and were going in for a landing when it suddenly
dawned on us that we didn't know whether we had tires or shredded rubber
to land on. Also there was a small hill at the edge of the landing
field, a sod field, i.e., no runways, and we just barely cleared the
hill. I kissed the ground when I got out of the plane.
A Swedish soldier with a submachine gun came running up as I got out and
said, in English, "Welcome to Sweden. Does anybody speak Swedish?" I
said, "Yes. Skol. And jag alskar dig." The only Swedish I knew at the
time. "Skol" means the same as "Cheers" when you have a drink with
someone and "jag alskar dig" means I love you (I had learned that from a
young lady when I was attending the University of Chicago before the
war.)
This is the way my seven month vacation began. If you want to learn more
about skiing lessons, sail boating, canoeing, drinking French champagne,
etc, you will have but to ask me!
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