Saturday, July 21, 2018

31 An Unexpected Christmas, 1944

"We had a white Christmas"

Decades later Jack recalled his participation in the Battle of Ardennes, known also as the Battle of the Bulge. His aerial reconnaissance group was instrumental in discovering Nazi troop and tank movements during this major turning point of the war. That put quite a damper on his Christmas plans.

In the winter of 1944 we were stationed at Beauvechain, Belgium. The year before, 1943, we were on our way over there. Naturally there were no Christmas presents that year, so this year the Christmas treats had been planned. Some presents had arrived, but we would not open them until Christmas. When we got food packages from home they were opened immediately and shared with all, but the Christmas presents were stored in in Lique and Armand’s house in Beauvechain. We were really looking forward to having our Christmas.


Jack's group was part of the Ninth Army (above the bulge). He would be on
detached service at Giraumont, near Metz, France (bottom of map).[1]
 In mid-December 1944 Hitler threw everything he possibly had into one big push west. They bulged the lines out, and that’s why they call it the Battle of the Bulge. He had all of his tank units and everything there. They pushed into Belgium and into France, too.  It was a big front, and that’s when General Patton (Third Army) made his push and stopped him.

Bad weather really hampered Patton and let the Nazis get way ahead. We [the 363rd Group] were now a tactical reconnaissance outfit, taking pictures with the large cameras installed in the fuselage of our planes. (They still had two twenty-caliber machine guns so if they did get jumped they were able to fight their way out of it.) Most of our intelligence came from photos taken during these flights: where the troops were and their movements, where the fronts were, and how many tanks they had. We were flying those missions to find out what was going on, and then they developed the film, and told HQ.
The town of Noville, Belgium, winter 1944, in the type of aerial photo
Jack's P-51 pilot would have taken[2]

 
It had been impossible to get our planes off the ground for about two weeks because of heavy fog. Wink, Derrick, and I were in Tirlemont [French for Tienen, 15 kms. from Beauvechain] on a pass about December the 20th, when an MP said, “Get back to your base immediately.” The Nazis weren’t too far away. I guess they were around Liège in Belgium then, not too far away

Then about midnight, they raced a jeep down through the area where we were living with the siren going, and everybody got up to see what was the matter. It was a scary time. They told us to pack our stuff: we were leaving at six o’clock in the morning to go to Metz, in France. Pack a musette bag (that’s a small bag with your toothbrush and so forth), and plan to be gone about three days. They had information that they could get the planes off the ground for a certain amount of hours on the morning of the 23rd, and they wanted the crew chiefs down at Metz when the planes got down there. Here we were in the north of Belgium, so we went by truck through Belgium and Luxembourg, down to Metz in France. Instead of three days, it turned out to be about two months.[3]


From top to bottom, where Jack was stationed in Belgium, the Nazi push toward the west,
and Metz where the weather was good[4]
 
Derrick on "Torque Jockey," Christmas Day
The other side was painted with his wife's name, "Camille."
France, Christmas Day 1944
Dearest Alice,
            Hello my sweet mummy. How you? Merry Christmas & I really hope you did have a merry one. Of course being we are down here I didn’t get a chance to bring much more than my clothes, I am wearing & my bed roll so I haven’t seen my Christmas gifts yet altho I guess it won’t be too long until we will go back to where we were & then I’ll be able to open them. I hardly knew today was Christmas as we worked pretty hard all day & I am on guard duty tonight. We can say that we had a white Christmas tho. There is several inches of snow on the ground & it is cold, altho the sun shone all day & it really was nice. I took some pictures today of Derrick & also had him take some of me. I
“Jabot” by Lucien Lelong, Paris, 1939
Alice kept this bottle, still containing some perfume,
until her passing.
sure hope they turn out good. We had turkey for supper tonight & it was really good. Aramond gave me a bottle of wine just before we left for four of us for Christmas but being some of us were on guard last night we couldn’t sample it but we may tonight. Ha Gee I sure hope they fly some mail down for us soon as I haven’t heard from you for quite some time. I never did hear if you got the perfume I sent or not. I sure hope you did. I sure enjoyed going to church last night & hearing them sing the Christmas Carols. It really was beautiful. Gee I’ll bet you & all the kids are excited today. I can well remember how excited I use to get at Christmas Time. Boy we were really busy today. We have a nice warm place to sleep tho so it isn’t too bad.
[5]

 
Jack and his pilot Bud Bellon's "Pat and Mary Pat," Christmas day
The other side of the plane read "Alice."
On the night of the 25th of December of 1944, I was on guard duty, a clear, crystal night, [the] moon was shining, and way in the distance we could hear a drone of a plane. We knew it was not one of ours because our drones are different than theirs. Here it was a JU88 that came over, quite low, made a big circle, went back where he had come from, in that direction, and all of a sudden we heard the drone again. This time the AK-AK, the artillery, was ready for him, and we could see the tracer bullets going into the plane and stopping, because he was real low. Evidently he was on a bombing mission. All of a sudden we watched the plane go up in the air, sputter, I mean go up, directly, high, at a right angle from where he had been flying, and come down and hit the ground, and that was the end of that plane. A few minutes later the officer of the day came down and got us to take us back to where we were staying in our tents, and we asked him if he could take us over there, which he did. I have a swastika and a belt buckle off one of the pilots, there, that was in the plane, dead. They were both dead.[6]
The tail suggests this is not the JU88 that went down Christmas night,
but the activity around it is similar to what Jack experienced.


[1] “Erasing the Bulge, 26 December 1944–25 January 1945,” map created by the U.S. Government and printed by the U.S. Government Printing Office, public domain, Wikimedia Commons (https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:P41(map).jpg : accessed 20 July 2018).
[2] Hugh M. Cole, The Ardennes: Battle of the Bulge (Washington DC: Office of the Chief of Military History, Department of the Army, 1965), 41, “Noville, a town in the Ardennes”; digital edition, US Army Center of Military History (https://history.army.mil/books/wwii/7-8/7-8_3.HTM : accessed 20 July 2018).
[3] 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, “Autobiography,” 1998; two ninety-minute cassette tape recordings; held and partially transcribed by the author. Excerpts from both interviews lightly edited.
[4] “Beauvechain to Metz, 20 December 1944,” Google My Maps (https://www.google.com/maps/ : designed 20 July 2018).
[5] Jack J. Kellar (France), letter to “Dearest Alice” (Alice [Streeter] Kellar), 25 December 1944, excerpt.
[6] Jack J. Kellar and Alice (Streeter) Kellar, interview, December 1993. Excerpt, lightly edited.


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