36 Victors in the Land of His Forefathers

Kellar, Winkler, and Derrick, bronze star recipients

The Allies now entered Germany, pushing eastward after the Battle of the Bulge. Jack’s unit was on the move. 

From there it was a push on through France and into Holland, into Luxembourg, into Belgium, and from Belgium into Germany. As quickly as the army would take an airfield and secure it, we would move in. In one twelve-month period, we were on thirteen different bases. So by the time you set up camp and one thing ‘n’ another on base, you were ready to move again.[1]

Brunswick (top) and Wiesbaden (below) from "Fritz," a Group artist's
cartoon map of the 363rd's movements in Europe, 1943-1945

 Jack's grandfathers both immigrated to the U.S. from German principalities as children, and they both married women of German descent. They settled in a Pennsylvania German community with others like themselves. Jack’s parents migrated across the U.S. to California, integrating with a broader mix of ethnic traditions. While the children of Jack’s generation were aware of their German heritage, it had lost much of the immediacy and power it had held for his grandparents.

In Germany Jack trod the same ground his forbears had labored and left. He knew little about them and their heritage, much less about extended family living in Germany. He probably had cousins who served in Hitler's army. Because the Germans looked so much like the folks at home, American soldiers were warned not to trust and associate with them.

April 5, 1945, 3 years today!!!

Dearest Alice,

I have a non-fraternization plan all of my own & the only woman I can have anything to do with is you.[2]

The month after Jack wrote on his third wedding anniversary, German armed forces surrendered unconditionally. The 363rd took over established German airbases.

Main building of the Braunschweig (Brunswig) airbase

Metler, Judge, Toy, and three other crewmen

The war ended in May, and we were in Brunswig [Braunschweig], Germany, sixty kilometers from Berlin. At Brunswig German planes, all kinds of planes, had been coming in for several days before the war was over with their wheels and flaps down, surrendering. I felt sorry for some of the soldiers and people who got off the planes. They had their bicycles, pets, and belongings with them. They were going to go home because they lived near Brunswick, but no, they were taken as prisoners of war right there. The war was not yet over with.[3]

Jack's view of the German pilots

Germany, May 8, 1945

Dearest Alice,

We have had several Jerry [German] airplanes come in an[d] surrender here and it’s pretty exciting. It was really a beautiful day here today. It seemed like God made it beautiful just because the war was over.[4]

From the periphery, Jack captured the moment of some
Germans' arrival and capture.

The war’s end meant Jack was finally free to write what he wanted.

!Uncensored!

Germany, May 22, 1945

Dearest Alice,

Well some of the boys have some champagne here tonight so things are pretty lively around here Ha. I’ve had my share for a while tho Ha. Yes they finally took censorship off of our letters so now we can say what we please. What a relief not to have some stooge reading your letters all the time.[5]

The Americans were victors, allowing Jack to be a cautious tourist. He loved seeing the country, wherever he was.

When the war was over we moved several times and spent some time down near Wiesbaden. That was an established base, but it was blown up. Everything was blown up around there; everything was destroyed. We had turned in our vehicles and our planes and didn’t have an awful lot to do. Several of us confiscated some German vehicles that were free to anybody who wanted them. That’s where I had the German jeep. We painted them up with army olive drab and put fake serial numbers on them and big stars. We were issued trip tickets to go off the base and really saw a lot of the country over there. We had plenty of gas on the base where we were stationed, and we could go wherever we wanted. 

Red Pelizzari and Jack's German jeep

Beyond the devastation there were hills and forests to explore.

 One night we got way back in the hills and came to a farm. We told the German we wanted to buy some eggs, but he couldn’t understand. Soon I cackled like a chicken and showed him where the eggs came from, and we went home with eggs.

Since our vehicles had been turned in, the only transportation was these jeeps, so when one of the officers said he wanted to go someplace, I said, “I’ll have to drive,” so we saw lots of country. It was also my duty to go into Frankfurt each day and pick up the barber and take him home at night. Also to make a beer stop in Frankfurt at the brewery and bring back beer for the fellas.[6]

Frankfurt, 1945[7]

What Jack saw in Frankfurt, young boys cleaning the rubble

The trio from Sonoma County, California, received bronze stars for keeping their planes flying. Jack’s award letter reads,

Dear S Sgt Kellar,

            It is with extreme pleasure that I offer my most hearty congratulations to you for performing your job in such a superior manner. It is recognized that such a magnificent record of 42 consecutive missions, established by the aircraft assigned to you, could never have been possible without the superior maintenance provided by you as crew chief.[8]

Jack's good conduct medal and bronze star

As the war was over, and spring turned to summer, the boys were ready to go home. That was more easily imagined than done.

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[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. Lightly edited excerpt.

[2] Jack J. Kellar (Germany), letter to “Dearest Alice” [Alice (Streeter) Kellar] (Santa Rosa, California), 5 April 1945, excerpt.

[3] Jack J. Kellar, interview, 12 April 1993. Lightly edited excerpt.

[4] Jack J. Kellar, letter to “Dearest Alice,” 8 May 1945, excerpt.

[5] Jack J. Kellar, letter to “Dearest Alice,” 22 May 1945, excerpt.

[6] Jack J. Kellar, “Autobiography,” 1998; two ninety-minute cassette tape recordings; held and partially transcribed by the author. Also, Jack J. Kellar, interview, 12 April 1993. Lightly edited excerpts.

[7] “Frankfurt on the Main,” photograph, 31 March 1945, U.S. Air Force photographer (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5b/Frankfurt_Am_Main-Altstadt-Zerstoerung-Luftbild_1944.jpg : accessed 22 August 2018), public domain; image quality improvement by Mylius [link https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Mylius ] 2010.

[8] James B. Tipton, Colonel, Air Corps, Commanding (APO, New York City, New York), letter to S Sgt Jack J. Kellar (APO New York City, New York), 12 August 1944.