Posted on 12/20/2008 7:34:55 AM PST by csvset
The burial next month of Maj. Marion Ryan McCown Jr. in a family plot in Charleston, nearly 65 years after his plane went down in the South Pacific, brings relief and joy to a family who never thought his remains would be found, his relatives said Friday.
The Marine pilot had been missing since Jan. 20, 1944, when his single-seat F-4U Corsair failed to return from a combat mission over the island of New Britain, in Papua New Guinea. His remains were recovered from a crash site in the town of Rabaul, where the Japanese had a base, and identified earlier this year, the Defense Department's POW/Missing Personnel Office announced Friday.
"It's such a comfort. All of us just assumed he was lost at sea and would never be found, and it was going to be an unanswered question," said Jane McKinney, of Channel Islands, Calif., who was three months old when her half-brother went missing.
McCown was 27 when, on a bomber escort, his squadron tangled with 40 Japanese Zero fighter planes, said his nephew, Capt. John Almeida, a retired Navy doctor in Jacksonville, N.C.
Almeida has the flight log the Marine Corps sent his mother in the 1950s.
"It must've been a heckofa fight. His squadron lost three pilots out of 11," he said.
As for finding his uncle, "I'd given up years ago," said Almeida, 63, who was a Marine in Vietnam before serving 24 years in the Navy Medical Corps.
McCown, who left Georgia Tech for the Marines in 1942, will be buried with military honors Jan. 18 - four days after he would have turned 92 - beside his mother, sister, and grandparents at The Unitarian Church cemetery in Charleston.
Family members say the service will be a joyous occasion that will bring together relatives who are scattered across the country.
"It's going to be a fantastic trip," Almeida said. "It's opened up a whole new world I didn't know about."
That includes meeting Helen Schiller, 87, of Summerville, who was McCown's girlfriend.
"He wanted the Marines, and he wanted to fly," Schiller said.
She recalled him taking her to dinner in his dress whites whenever he came home from training in Cherry Point, N.C. She still has a box with wings he sent her before he vanished.
"Boy, I'll tell you, he was a sharp one. He was the perfect gentleman, like the old Charlestonians. He was really, really a nice fella," said the former Helen Miller of Charleston. On his identification, she added, "It was the biggest surprise in the world. Nobody knew what had happened to him."
Unbeknownst to the family, a POW/MIA team recovered McCown's identification tag and bone fragments from the South Pacific crash site in 1991, but forensic science could not identify the remains then. In 2006, when a team returned to prepare the site for recovery, a partial parachute was found, and a local villager handed over remains he said he took from the site. More remains and the wreckage were recovered last spring. Dental comparisons and other forensic and circumstantial evidence led to the identification, the Defense Department said.
Not wanting to make mistakes, the military won't identify remains based on "dog tags, because anything can happen in war," Almeida said.
In May, as remains were unearthed, McKinney and her family were vacationing in the South Pacific. Thinking French Polynesia, more than 4,000 miles from the site, was the closest she'd ever get to her brother, McKinney tossed flowers into the ocean.
It wasn't until August, when an Internet search by a McKinney friend turned up information on the excavation, that the family connected with the military. Because of his military background, Almeida was asked to make the call. "We've been looking for you," he recalled the head of the POW/MIA office saying.
"It was very exciting. We kinda felt like the sadness was long over," McKinney said. She's thankful "there are people who have just not given up finding these remains.
"We knew we weren't going to get him back. But it's been such a comfort and such a mark of respect for him and his sacrifice."
But one thing still haunts family members, said McCown's 41-year-old niece Blair McKinney. While they're grateful and understand the military can't make a conclusive identification with dog tags, they don't like to think of the 1991 find.
"The only heart-wrenching part of it as the family ... is that his two other siblings were alive in the '90s and went to their graves not knowing anything," Blair McKinney said.
The Raleigh, N.C., resident is reading her uncle's five-year diary now. She's touched by his last entry, written in 1942, when he was stationed in Quantico, Va.
"What a beautiful place," he wrote. "I might want to settle here when the war is over."
I wonder what squadron Major McCown was with?
Nephew has waited 60-plus years for an ending to his uncle's story
Yoon S. Byun/The Boston Globe
Members of the Joint Prisoners of War/Missing in Action Accounting Command and workers flip the wreckage of an F4U-1 Corsair in Rabaul, Papua New Guinea, in April. They then dug for the remains of Charleston native Capt. Marion R. McCown, who was lost in action over the Pacific during World War II.
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This portrait of McCown was taken when he was a student at Georgia Tech in Atlanta. He joined the Marine Corps during World War II.
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Two pages from Capt. Marion R. McCown's World War II flight log. McCown was lost in the Pacific during the war, but his plane and remains were found on a New Guinea mountainside in 2008. McCown's sister had this log book sent to her in 1950, a few years after McCown's status was changed from missing in action to killed in
The funeral for Marion Ryan McCown will be held Jan. 18 at 3 p.m at the Unitarian Church, 4 Archdale St., Charleston.
Anyone who knew McCown and would like to contact the family can email them at jalmeida@ec.rr.com
John Almeida grew up idolizing an uncle he never met.
Marion Ryan McCown was a pilot, a Golden Gloves boxer and a sailor — a true Lowcountry prince of tides. All his life, Almeida was inspired by the family stories of his mother's brother, including the one that had no ending.
There were the tales of young adventure when McCown was a Boy Scout exploring the South Carolina salt marshes; his time as a student as Georgia Tech in Atlanta; the time he got his pilot's license.
And when Hitler and the Japanese drew the country into war, McCown responded the same way as many patriotic young men. He joined the Marines.
McCown lived an all-American life and was the perfect hero for an awestruck nephew. But a year before Almeida was born, Capt. Marion McCown disappeared over the Pacific in the dog days of World War II. They never found him.
For all his life, Almeida has remembered those stories. He inherited his uncle's uniform, some of his letters home, a few of his dreams. When he was old enough, Almeida joined the Marines and went off to war. He credited his uncle's influence.
More than 60 years passed, but Almeida never forgot.
Last summer, there was a knock on his door. It was history calling. There at his house in Jacksonville, N.C., someone from the Pentagon showed up and handed him his uncle's dog tags. McCown's crash site had been found in a hillside jungle in New Guinea.
Now, Almeida has his own story, his own connection to Marion Ryan McCown. He has to bring him home.
"People talk about closure, but this isn't it," Almeida said. "This is opening a whole new world."
Over the Pacific
The war took McCown into a world of thatch huts, tiny islands and impossibly blue water. By January 1944, he was stationed at Vella Lavella on the western edge of the Solomon Islands — the heart of the Pacific theater.
He was a pilot in the Marine Fighter Squadron VMF-321. They called themselves the "Hell's Angels," and they were the terror of the Pacific skies. In a short time, they shot down at least 39 Japanese aircraft, maybe a lot more.
McCown flew an F4U Corsair, one of the more recognizable airplanes in the war. He might have had a leg up on the other guys in flight school — he had his pilots' license when he enlisted.
It seemed everything was going well for McCown. He sent letters back home to Charleston, detailing his adventures to his sister, Claudia. That month, he sent a thank-you note for an I.D. bracelet that his family had mailed to him. He said he hoped the bracelet would bring him luck.
McCown used up any luck he had shortly after that.
About the middle of January, McCown was on a mission when his Corsair developed engine trouble over the ocean, nearly 50 miles from base. He had to ditch but got through it unhurt. A PT boat found him. That was his luck.
McCown could have taken some time off to recuperate, but that wasn't his style. When he learned his squadron had a mission scheduled for Jan. 20, he volunteered immediately. His family would be haunted by the knowledge that he didn't have to go.
They were escorting bombers to Rabaul, the site of a key Japanese air base. McCown climbed into his new Corsair and soon was airborne, flying in formation alongside 1st Lt. Robert See, his wing man and the squadron's ace.
Rabaul, in New Guinea, was nearly 200 miles away. Somewhere on the path, the Hell's Angels ran into enemy fighters, dozens of them. They were outnumbered.
The sky erupted in gunfire and smoke. At one point, See spotted a Zero — the most common of Japanese fighter planes — on McCown's tail.
That was the last anyone saw of Marion Ryan McCown for more than six decades.
Coming Home
For years, the Pentagon has searched quietly for the remains of thousands of prisoners of war and soldiers missing in action.
Based in Hawaii, teams of researchers and forensic anthropologists struggle through harsh terrains and delicate diplomatic negotiations to bring America's soldiers home. Hattie Johnson, head of Marine Corps POW/MIA affairs outside Washington, has been on the job for 22 years and said the stories never fail to amaze her.
Last summer, she got a good one. The report said McCown's plane had been found on New Britain Island in New Guinea. The Corsair mostly was intact, its cockpit still sealed. Inside, the anthropologists had found pieces of a .45 pistol and some human remains.
They asked her to find McCown's next-of-kin.
Before Johnson even could begin the search, her phone rang. John Almeida, a pathologist in Jacksonville, North Carolina, had found her.
Almeida got the news from a cousin who had seen a newspaper article about the Joint Prisoners of War/Missing in Action Accounting Command team. The story, published in The Boston Globe, recounted the team's discovery of McCown's plane. The JPAC crew had no idea McCown had any surviving relatives.
The trip to North Carolina was different than most for Johnson. As a pathologist, Almeida spoke her language, and had no trouble understanding what had happened based on the forensic evidence.
But that was not what impressed her the most. Almeida, she could tell, knew everything about this story except its ending.
"He had his uncle's uniform, his dress blues and some wings that he had sent home," Johnson said. "I realized that he thought highly of his uncle."
McCown will be buried beside his mother, Grace Aimer McCown, at the Unitarian Church in Charleston next month. He died at age 27 and will be buried a week after what would have been his 92nd birthday. He had no wife, no children. There are some relatives but few who remember him.
"I don't think anyone's going to be at the funeral who remembers him," Almeida said.
Mike McDaniel, funeral director at Stuhr's West Ashley, said Almeida might be surprised. He is expecting a large turnout.
"This is a hero coming home," he said.
And for Almeida it is, after all these years, an ending to a story he has known his entire life.
Reach Brian Hicks at 937-5561 or bhicks@postand courier.com
The second insignia of Marine Fighting Squadron (VMF) 321 was one of the many designed by Walt Disney Studio cartoonists, the cat wielding a bomb and rocket reflecting the squadron's transition for F4U Corsairs to F6F Hellcats and deployment in the escort carrier Puget Sound (CVE 113) to fly close air support missions
Salute; and prayers of comfort for the family.
WOW. Thanks for that — Bookmarking
The 321 “Hell’s Angels” are about as famous as the 214 “Black Sheep” hereabouts.
Boyington’s maybe?
Marker for later
The Marine aviators flew daily from the south, northwestward to Japanese occupied islands. This book is sort of a revisionist comparison with books by others including Pappy Boyington. Although there are several Mc's in the book, Major McCowan is not one of them
The book is built around the daily combat logs of VMF 214 and several other squadrons.
Google Earth adds a whole new dimension to military history. By keeping it up and parallel reading you can follow the extensive air battles on a confusing host of islands and bases.
gnip...
11 Marines, 40 Jap Zeroes.
The Japs didn’t stand a chance...
And may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Amen.
“they have us surrounded, the poor bastards”
FRom what I ‘ve read the Corsair was the best fighter of the Pacific air war;they still flew in the Korean War.
Thank you Marion Ryan McCown Jr. and God Bless You!
I didn't know Marines had whites.
Actually the MC Hell’s Angels’ are supposed to have taken their name from the Hell’s Angel’s squadron within the AVG or Flying Tigers. Some of their early members were in fact discharged wartime pilots. Got this while studying gangs during my assignment to our Gang Operations Unit.
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