Saturday, March 31, 2018

15 Zigzagging through Harm's Way


Jack in New York
10 December 1943













The Atlantic Crossing

Jack: Finally on December the 15th, 1943, we went to New York and boarded the Queen Elizabeth for our trip to Europe. We were some of the last ones to go on because it took ‘em two days to load the ship. There was a lot of troops on there![1]

Squeezing into "standee" bunks [2]

Alice might have read this in
The Press Democrat.
Jack joined some 12,000 to 15,000 other men on a ship headed across the Atlantic. By the time of their crossing about a thousand Allied ships were in the Atlantic daily. Surely all passengers were aware that German U-boat (submarine) activity had stepped up in the Atlantic, aiming to thwart American aid for an expected invasion of Europe. Troop carriers traveled in convoys for protection. In so-called “wolf packs” U-boats attacked convoys carrying men and materiel, sometimes causing devastating losses. Tacitly acknowledging the peril, the hometown news focused on U.S. damage of U-boats and their bases.[3] The Queen Elizabeth, a brand new cruise ship fitted as a troop carrier, had a great advantage: it was fast, considering its size, and could outrun submarines. It was one of some fifteen percent of ships that did not need to travel in a convoy.[4] Jack was aware of another tactic aimed at thwarting a German sub attack:

On the trip the ship zigzagged every seven minutes to keep out of the range of U-boats (submarines).  We would go this way seven minutes, this way seven minutes, and this way seven minutes, and that took a long time to get across, although we made it in five days. Five days to go across.[5]

Anxiety and uncertainty about the future were probably palpable on the ship. In addition, most passengers were unfamiliar with ocean travel or with the ocean at all. Jack lived close enough to the California coast to know the wide expanse of ocean, but never had he been completely surrounded by water. The experience was probably overwhelming for troops from landlocked states.

Boat drill on departure from New York[6]

From the history of Jack’s squadron: “The trip was very rough and to most of the troops, who had never been at sea, the waves appeared to engulf the whole ship; they were so high. It wasn’t long before the majority of the passengers were sea-sick and praying to die or be set ashore anywhere. Besides the rough seas, the Queen Elizabeth . . . would change its course every 15 minutes. Consequently, the troops were exposed to a different roll and pitch every quarter of an hour . . . The Queen, being an English ship, was crewed by Englishmen, so the troops were fed good old English mutton (nice and greasy), which was enough to make one sick all by itself.”[7]

First-Class Dining Room, Second-Rate Food
The first-class dining room offered six sittings
for each of two meals a day[8]

 
Jack agreed about the food: The food was lousy on the ship. I remember one night an elevator came down, and the door opened, and it was full of loose potatoes, just raw potatoes. In about, I’d say, five minutes, at the most, that elevator was empty, absolutely empty. There was potato peelings all over the ship, where a few guys got ‘em and ate ‘em.

We paid $5.00 for what we thought was a roast chicken, and I swear to gosh to this day that it was a roast seagull. The food was so lousy. It was an English ship, and they gave us English rations, and they didn’t have much, although when we landed I watched them unload hams and bacons and all kinds of stuff that were going to somebody over there. I don’t know who it was going to, but anyway I saw them unloading them, onto small boats.[9]

Safe Arrival in Scotland

In five days’ time we landed in a place called Gourock, Scotland, and we stayed on the ship two days because we were the last ones to get on in New York. It took two days to unload the ship, and we were the last ones to get off. We got off on the twenty-third of December [1943].[10]

The young G.I.s had no idea what lay in store for them. Their eyes would be opened to foreign places, foreign people, and foreign cultures. Their job was to contribute to the Allied war effort, and in that capacity they could not imagine what the future held for them. The unknown certainly weighed on their minds. Would they return home safely to their loved ones? Would they even reach their destination, wherever it was? The Queen Elizabeth anchored in the Firth of Clyde, and a quick ferry ride to the docks at Gourock positioned the troops for a train trip south into England. What happened on that trip would have life-altering consequences for Jack.

The Firth of Clyde and Gourock, Scotland[11]



[1] Jack J. Kellar and Alice (Streeter) Kellar, interview by Judy Kellar Fox, December 1993; cassette tape recording and transcription held by the author. Also, Jack J. Kellar, interview about his first years after high school by Judy Kellar Fox, 12 April 1993; cassette tape recording and transcription held by the author. Excerpts from both interviews combined.
[2] “The voyage, while short, will be extremely difficult for all,” photograph of troops in “standees,” John Shepherd, “The Cunard–White Star Liner ‘Queen Elizabeth,’ 1938–1972,” Liverpool Ships (http://www.liverpoolships.org/the_cunard_white_star_liner_queen_elizabeth.html : accessed 18 February 2018). Provenance of the photograph is not given. Efforts to reach Mr. Shepherd have been unsuccessful.
[3] “Five U-Boats Sunk as Pack of 20 Beaten Off,” The Press Democrat (Santa Rosa, California), 12 December 1943, p. 1, cols. 6–7; digital image, Newspapers.com (https://www.newspapers.com/image/265228722/ : accessed 28 March 2018).
[4] “RMS Queen Elizabeth,” Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Queen_Elizabeth : accessed 12 February 2018) > “Second World War.” Also, “The Battle of the Atlantic, 1939–1945,” American Battle Monuments Commission (https://www.abmc.gov/sites/default/files/interactive/interactive_files/AGB_Web/ : accessed 27 March 2018) > Americans in Great Britain > The Battle of the Atlantic >  Briefing: 22 May 1943–31 Dec 1943 > video clip.
[5] Jack J. Kellar and Alice (Streeter) Kellar, interview, December 1993. Also, Jack J. Kellar, interview, 12 April 1993.
[6] Photograph of boat drill, Shepherd, “The Cunard–White Star Liner ‘Queen Elizabeth,’ 1938–1972.”
[7] Nick Marinelli, The History of the 363rd Fighter Group, 380th Fighter Squadron, 381st Fighter Squadron, 382nd Fighter Squadron, 9th Air Force, ETO, IX Tactical Air Command, 70th Fighter Wing until August 1, 1944, XIX Tactical Air Command, 100th Fighter Wing until August 29, 1944, Reorganized as the 363rd Tactical Reconnaissance Group, 160th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron, 161st Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron, 162nd Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron after September 4, 1944, and attached to the XXIX Tactical Air Command (South Lynn, Mich.: Nick Marinelli, 1992), 2-10.
[8] Photograph of G.I.s in Queen Elizabeth’s restaurant, Shepherd, “The Cunard–White Star Liner ‘Queen Elizabeth,’ 1938–1972.”
[9] Jack J. Kellar, interview, 12 April 1993.
[10] Jack J. Kellar, “Autobiography,” 1998, excerpts; two ninety-minute cassette tape recordings; held and partially transcribed by the author.
[11] Great Britain, map, Google Maps (https://www.google.com/maps : accessed 17 February 2018), directions for Firth of Clyde, UK, to Gourock, Scotland, satellite view.


Saturday, March 24, 2018

14 The Rumors Spread


Regrouping in Oakland

Jack loved fishing, but Alice
was more likely to eat his catch.
Jack: Well, after being in Santa Rosa for six weeks, we were transferred to the Army Air Base in Oakland [8 October 1943]. I still had a married man’s pass, so I got off the base down there and came home several times.[1]

 When Jack was home, he and Alice spent much of their time with their parents and siblings. On one of his trips home he and Alice had their portrait taken.[2]

During the few weeks the 380th Squadron was in Oakland, intense training continued, and it lost more planes and, now, three pilots. On 21 October, two planes collided, killing one pilot and leaving the other with a broken back. On 6 November, a pilot was killed when his motor failed, and he plunged into about 150 feet of water in San Francisco Bay.[3] These fatal accidents bear testimony to Jack’s description of the P-39’s vulnerabilities and to the inexperience of the men who flew and worked on them.

The Rumors

After a short time in Oakland, we were told to turn in all our tools. We knew that the time had come for us to be leaving. We were getting ready to go overseas. The rumors spread: We were going to the Pacific. The rumors spread: We were going to Europe. The rumors spread. Every day there was new rumors out, where we were going to go.[4]

We didn’t know where. We had no idea. We were issued new clothes, warm clothing, so we knew we weren’t going to the Pacific. We were probably going to Europe.[5] We were very busy getting all of our overseas gear together: new tools, new clothes, new equipment of all kinds. We had to get ready. Also, everything had to be Cosmolined, weather-proofed, because lots of it was set on the decks of ships, going overseas.[6]
Jack and Alice, Thanksgiving Day
1943

One weekend after Thanksgiving, I was ready to come home to see Alice, and I couldn’t get off the base.[7] They would not give us any more passes. They canceled all passes, all the leaves, all the furloughs. Everything was canceled because we were in readiness to go. So I had to call Alice and say goodbye to her over the phone.[8]

Desperate to let Alice know where he would be, Jack came up with a clever plan to get around the censorship that held his location secure from the time they left Oakland. Alice’s father was a dairy farmer, and he raised Jersey cows. So Jack drafted a telegram, “How are your father’s new Jersey cows?” The censor saw right through his ruse, and Jack’s whereabouts remained a secret.[9]

Crossing the U.S. to Destiny
           
Very shortly after saying good-bye [2 December 1943] we boarded a train and went across country to Camp Kilmer, New Jersey. Now, this took about seven days and seven nights on this old coal-burning train. It was an old engine. If you lifted the window up the smoke from the engine would come in the cars, and it was hot and sweaty. Naturally there was no place to shower or get cleaned up. That was quite a ride.[10]
 
A coal-burning engine. Courtesy of Chris Guenzler[11]
Jack held out hope that Alice would be able to join him, as she had in Dallas, Indianapolis, and Fresno.

3 December, Enroute
Dearest Alice
  We are on our way. I sure wish you were with me. It seems so different this time not having you along. It is quite cold & some snow on the ground here. Derrick & I are in the same seat. Derrick has a bad cold. I sure got cold last night & could not sleep very good. I got up at seven this morning & put my socks on and went back to bed then I slept pretty good. As soon as I know how long we will be at the next place I will let you know and we can decide if you should come or not. If it will only be for a short time, it won’t be worth the trip. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more but I am not allowed to until later.[12]

5 December
  Today is Sunday. Just a week ago today we were together. I haven’t heard how long we will be at our next place. From all rumors it won’t be very long so I don’t know if it will be possible for you to be with me or not. I need you very much.[13]


Camp Kilmer, New Jersey 
We again went through a lot of training there, getting ready to go overseas.[14] You know, the ones I really felt sorry for is the guys on the East Coast, those fellas who lived back in New York or New Jersey, around there. They wanted to go home. Nothin’ doin’, Buddy. Once you were attached to the base, you couldn’t go anywhere. It was a rotten deal.[15]

Jack wrote to Alice from “Somewhere on the East Coast,” 7 December 1943:

Dearest Alice
  Well here we are on the East Coast. I can’t say just where. I sure wish you were here with me but it looks pretty doubtful from all reports. I’ll let you know more as soon as I find out any more. Don’t plan on it very much tho. Well 2 years ago today the japs bombed Pearl Harbor. Who would have thought then, that we would be so far apart today?[16]

The East Coast was just the beginning of the distance that would separate them.









[1] Jack J. Kellar, interview about his first years after high school by Judy Kellar Fox, 12 April 1993; cassette tape recording and transcription held by the author.
[2] Alice Kellar (Santa Rosa, California), letter to “Dearest Jack” (Cpl. Jack J. Kellar, Oakland, California), 14 October 1943.
[3] Kent D. Miller, Seven Months Over Europe: The 363rd Fighter Group in World War Two (Hicksville, Ohio: Kent D. Miller, 1989), 2. Also, “Two Bay Plane Crashes Reported,” Oakland Tribune (Oakland, California), 7 November 1943, p. 1, col. 7.
[4] Jack J. Kellar, interview by Judy Kellar Fox, 12 April 1993.
[5] Ibid.
[6] Ibid. Cosmoline, a petroleum-based grease-like substance, protected weapons and tools from corrosion. See “Cosmoline,” Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmoline : accessed 4 February 2018) > Use.
[7] Jack J. Kellar and Alice (Streeter) Kellar, interview by Judy Kellar Fox, December 1993; cassette tape recording and transcription held by the author.
[8] Jack J. Kellar, “Autobiography,” 1998; two ninety-minute cassette tape recordings; held and partially transcribed by the author.
[9] Jack J. Kellar, story as told to the author, his daughter, say, 1960s.
[10] Jack J. Kellar, “Autobiography,” 1998.
[11] Chris Guenzler, “Union Pacific 3985,” photograph, digital image, Chris Guenzler, “Coal Burning Union Pacific 3985 Idaho and Utah visit in June 1982,” Ride the Rails with Chris Guenzler (http://www.trainweb.org/chris/Poco100.html : accessed 23 March 2018).
[12] Jack J. Kellar (En route via train from Sacramento to the East Coast), letter to “Dearest Alice” (Alice Streeter Kellar, Santa Rosa, Calif.), 3 December 1943, excerpt.
[13] Jack J. Kellar (En route via train from Sacramento to the East Coast), letter to “Dearest Babe” (Alice Streeter Kellar, Santa Rosa, Calif.), 5 December 1943, excerpt.
[14] Jack J. Kellar, interview by Judy Kellar Fox, 12 April 1993.
[15] Jack J. Kellar and Alice (Streeter) Kellar, interview by Judy Kellar Fox, December 1993.
[16] Jack J. Kellar (Somewhere on the East Coast), letter to “Dearest Alice” (Alice Streeter Kellar, Santa Rosa, Calif.), 7 December 1943, excerpt.