Stories

From my Father and his Shipmates, these are all stories told by the men who flew these big loud TBM Avengers.

A excerpt from a letter from my Dad to his parents:

April 18, 1951

Dear Folks,

       

      The Lord is gracious. Yesterday I got wet when my engine quit, and I had to make a water landing. I was making an approach to land aboard the ship when my engine started sputtering. The engine sounded like it was running out of gas although I was running on an almost full tank. I switched the fuel selector valve to another tank, but the engine continued to sputter and die so I raised the wheels and made ready for a water landing.      The landing was soft like flopping on a pillow and water went everywhere. In a matter of seconds I was standing on the wing with water all around, and I couldn’t get my life raft out. I intended to dive off the wing into the water but saw the plane was floating level so I decided to stay until she started to sink.     I went back to the cockpit and after working a bit I got my raft out. I inflated the raft, put it on the wing, climbed in, and pushed off. I had a laugh about putting the raft on the wing and then climbing in because it all seemed very funny.      The plane stayed afloat for 2 ½ minutes and then sank. Usually they will float from 15 seconds to a minute. The plane sank in about 1 ½ minutes after I pulled away in the raft. I was picked up by the destroyer Bradford in about 10 to 15 minutes after I ditched. I got out with just a scratch on the leg.

     All my reactions were automatic as to how I was taught in pilot training, and I didn’t panic. During the event of the emergency it seemed like I had all the time in the world – like ages were passing by.

     The water was warm, wet, and salty. My clothes were soaked with dye marker, but I felt good when I got some hot coffee and took a warm shower. The destroyer people were very nice to me. The Executive Officer game me clean shirt, trousers, shoes, and socks to wear, and I got a nice piping hot turkey dinner. The helicopter came over from the carrier in the afternoon, picked me up, and took me back to the carrier. I was scheduled to fly today but the “Doc” grounded me because of a cold, but I intend to get up tomorrow.

© 2011 Meinhard Family Collection / J.A. Meinhard Author

Photo sequence from the USS Bairoko Cruise Book showing my Dad's ditching in the Pacific Ocean.

Dad climbing out of his sinking TBM Avenger on April 17, 1951 as photographed from the USS Bairoko.

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