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The FReeper Foxhole Profiles Ball Turret Bill - December 18th, 2004
see educational sources | 1996 | Glenn Daly

Posted on 12/17/2004 10:22:32 PM PST by snippy_about_it



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Ball Turret Bill




Bill Ellett is a small man, white of beard and hair, with a tenor voice turned raspy from endless autumns of barking directions at high school marching bands. After 39 years as a band director, teacher and musician, he enjoys a relaxed retirement, tends to his yard above the Sweetwater Valley in El Cajon, and revels in telling tales of his six grandchildren, and the successes of his three children: the hydrologist son in Tucson; the violinist daughter with the Colorado Symphony in Boulder; the finance grad daughter who works in purchasing for her alma mater, SDSU. Looking at him, you'd never figure Bill Ellett for a war hero - yet his twenty-five missions as a B-17 ball turret gunner, and his two confirmed kills, and one probable, qualify him.



We met while contemplating the ball turret of Sentimental Journey, the B-17G restored by the Confederate Air Force and displayed at Gillespie Field last May. Much later, in the study of his home, I asked him how tight were the confines of a ball turret.

"The first time I ever got in one," said Bill, "I didn't know if I could handle it or not. I never did like it, but I handled it. And after you've done it for a while, you get to the point, especially after you've been in combat a few times, where you say, 'Well, I'll never make it anyway, so what the hell's the use of worrying about it.' You live for your next forty-eight hour pass to London.

"There were constant thoughts in my mind," he continued, "For two or three hours on my second mission when I was alone there in the waist and tail, where I had accepted the fact that I wasn't gonna make it - I thought, 'There's just no way you can keep going with that many people after you - they're comin' at you all the time and shooting this airplane - you can see holes everywhere you look ... one of those is gonna hit you."

His second mission - the first combat mission with the stateside crew Bill had eaten, slept, drank and trained with for six months - taught him intimately about flak and fighters ... and about grief. Among the 10 members of the crew was his best friend, Harold MacGregor, the radio operator.

"Mac and I probably were the two closest of the whole crew - we did everything together: going out on dates, together, going to town, together, gettin' loaded ... and whatever you did in those days. We were very, very close, and I wrote home a lot about him - my mother felt like she knew him as well as I did."



Bill's unit, the 390th Bomb Group, contributed 18 of the 264 B-17's that the Eighth Air Force had ordered into the sky to attack Munster, Germany on Sunday, October 10, 1943. Estimates were that the Luftwaffe had over five hundred fighters available to defend the target, and three hundred of them ripped another unit, the 100th Bomb Group, to shreds - in forty-five minutes the 'Bloody Hundredth' lost 12 of its 14 aircraft before ever reaching the target. In twenty- five minutes, the 390th lost 8 of its 18 aircraft. Along with Me-109's, 110's and Fw 190's, there were Ju-88's and Dornier's flying parallel courses, firing air to air rockets at the B-17's.

The fighters attacked until the bombers neared the target, then skedaddled when they were within flak range. "They won't come in and fight with you over the target - they'll stay out of the flak, too," Bill said, with a smile. "The fighters are scary, but what's really scary is the flak. You can't do anything about that, when you're on your bomb run and you're flying flat and level as you can, no evasive action possible." And over heavily defended targets like Munster and the Ruhr Valley, the flak was so thick, " ... You'd think you could get out and walk on the smoke from the shells bursting."

It was after they had dropped their bombs, with the bomb bay doors still open and the bombardier still flying the airplane, that the worst began. "A direct burst of flak hit behind the number two engine, Bill said, "And left a round hole about three and a half feet in diameter in the wing - it was huge. It winged us over - knocked us right on our back - and the plane started to go down in a spin. Later, Sabel (the pilot) said he rang the bail out bell - he didn't think he could get it under control - but nobody could hear it, the flak had wrecked the communications, too. Of course, it threw an awful lot of shrapnel as it burst up through the fuselage and out."

By the time Sabel regained control of the aircraft, they had fallen considerably below and behind their bomb group and the collective, defensive firepower it held. Bill noticed three chutes below him and concluded that they had come from his plane. He struggled out of the turret, but it took a long time.



"I was crawling out of the turret as fast as I could," he said, "And I finally got out of there and noticed that the waist gunners were gone - I could see back through there and the tail gunner was gone, too. So I thought, 'Well, they're all gone, I'm here alone - I'd better get the hell out of here'." He scrambled to the already jettisoned door, strapped on a chute and prepared to jump. "I was leaning in the door, and was kind of dizzy ... in fact, I was very dizzy," he said. He had been without oxygen for some minutes and hypoxia had already kicked in.

About then, Bill heard the twin-fifties from the top turret and realized he wasn't alone - only it took a while to comprehend just how much company he really had. "I had sense enough to think, 'Well, the guns are firing up there,'" he said, "They were shaking the ship - I could feel it. So, I rolled back into thewaist and plugged into the waist gunner's oxygen outlet and got to breathing and got straightened up ... and there were fighters all around us, coming at us from all directions."

The German fighter pilots were no dummies - they'd look at an airplane to see where the guns were operating and attack where they weren't. Said Bill, "If the ball turret is moving around, they know somebody's in there watching for them, and if the waist guns are moving, they would know. Since those guns were all stationary, they were attacking from the back and the sides and the bottom. So, I started firing the waist guns, and I went from waist gun to waist gun, and even went back to the to the tail gun, and I was firing there, too. I don't know, it was such a confusing time ... I know I hit some, but whether I knocked any down, or not, I'm really not sure. Then, the fighters began concentrating underneath - they could see the ball turret's guns straight down - so I went to see if I could do something there."



There, he found that the inside of the ball turret had been destroyed, when one or more 20 mm shells had stuck it. The gears were shot up and the sight glass, behind which he would have been sitting, was smashed. "One side of it had a big hole in it, and ... ," he said, then paused - and chose not to state the obvious:had he remained in the turret, he would have died. "So, I stayed with the waist guns and my tail gun until we got back over water ... probably a couple of hours of that."

Once they reached the English Channel, the fighters departed and, with the his aircraft at an appreciably lower altitude, Bill believed he could relax. "So I took off my mask and started up front," he said. "That's when I discovered Mac in the radio room. He'd been hit in the face with a 20mm shell." He paused at the horror of the image. "If ... if I'd a had any food in me I know I'd have lost it. It was ... the most ... difficult thing I was ever called on to do - to stop ... and do something with him. And I thought, 'Well, I gotta do it,' so I turned his head over and ... he was cold, frozen - so I pulled the rip cord on his parachute, took it out, and wrapped his head up in it as best as I could, propped him up a little bit better and ... went up to the front."

Bill struggled with the memory. "We were like brothers," he said. "In fact, after he was killed, my mother and his mother corresponded with each other until they both died. Regularly. And they'd never seen each other ... but we had spoken about each other, so much, to them, that they felt they were almost kin. When I went up into the radio room and I saw him lying there, like he was ... it just made me so sick ... I had to swallow a few times and ... force myself to be able to get him covered up. That bothered me ... I didn't sleep very well for quite a while - then for years afterward it would bother me."

Up front, Sabel and the copilot struggled to keep the battered bomber airborne as it crossed the channel but, said Bill, "The plane had just been shot up so badly that they had no intercom, no aileron control, no rudder control. There were one or two cables hanging on ... the columns were just ... (he makes a rough shaking motion with his arms) ... going like that, and the poor co-pilot had wrapped his legs around the column, and his arms around it, trying to hold it, while Sabel did some kind of manipulation with the trim tabs and [tried to] fly it that way. We were losing altitude all the time, so we headed for the 100th Group field, which is right over the southern coast of England, near Hastings."

He read to me from Castles in the Air, Martin Bowman's 1984 release from Patrick Stephens Publishing: 'Rusty Lode flown by LT, Robert W Sabel, had over 750 holes in her fuselage, huge gaps in both wings, rudder and left aileron and both flaps shot away. The bomber had been hit badly before the target, but Sabel forced his way home through incessant fighter attacks. However, not all his crew believed they would make it home. William L Ellett, Sabel's ball gunner, saw three parachutes opening below the aircraft. He knew they must have come from his aircraft, so he climbed out of the turret and saw both waist guns hanging limp with their gunners' gone. The tailgunner had also left the aircraft. ... Ellett scrambled back to the waist door and saw a blood-stained flak suit on the floor, then the top turret guns opened up and he knew he was not alone, after all. Sabel managed to land at Thorpe Abbotts with only two minutes fuel supply remaining. Engineering officers declared that the feat was nothing short of a miracle'.



"We made it," said Bill, "And there were none after that that were as rough, but there were enough losses every time you went out that, when you started figuring the odds, you thought 'God, I've got 23, or 22, or 20, more of these? I'm not gonna make it.' Not very many did at that time in the war." In the four days before and after Munster, the aforementioned 100th Bomb Group lost 19 flight crews, and 20 of its 21 operational aircraft.

Of the three crew members who had bailed out, Bill was told that Joe Tolan had died in a German hospital from the wounds he sustained in the attack, but the other two, Leon Tennant and Marvin Cox, survived the rest of the war in a German POW camp - they've since died. Bob Sabel, the pilot, got a job after the war with the CIA, then ran a detective agency in LA. He and Bill and George Woodcock - Woody the top gunner and engineer - all met at a reunion of the 390th Bomb Group, ten years ago at Davis- Mothan Air Force base in Tucson. Sabel died two years ago, but Woody, who has a daughter living in San Diego, gets together with Bill at least once a year.

Bill completed all twenty-five missions with nary a scratch, surviving a bail out over the English coast when an engine overran and caught fire, and another mission to Munster (a milk run, compared with the first). For his efforts, he was awarded the Air Medal with three oak leaf clusters, and the Distinguished Flying Cross. When he returned stateside, he became a ball turret instructor, then trained in B-29's and was preparing to fight in the Pacific, when they dropped the atomic bombs.



After he mustered out, he vowed he'd never fly again - a vow he kept until 1960, and only a disabled car and a need to be at work the next morning forced him to break it. He got his degree in music from Idaho State, taught school, met and married his wife, taught for nine years in Nevada, then twenty-six more at Granite Hills High. The last couple of years he said, "I didn't feel up to chasing the marching band around all day," so he finished his career teaching history.

The images of Mac were never far away, though, occasionally haunting his dreams. " ... And then I began to think, when we talked about WWII, that relating some personal experiences to the kids would be good for them. It'd be interesting, and not only that, but it might improve relations - they might think of me as more of a human being instead of a teacher. So, I began to tell them stories, occasionally, when we got to that unit on WWII. Jeez, it got so that I was famous in the Grossmont District for telling stories about the Eighth Air Force. Other teachers would substitute another class for me, while I came to their history class and spent a day or two with their kids. And so, I did that quite a bit, until I retired. And the kids really enjoyed listening to it."

And re-telling those tales from so long ago made it possible for Bill to deal with it, himself, as well.





Today's Educational Sources and suggestions for further reading:

http://www.sandiegomag.com/
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To: snippy_about_it; SAMWolf
Whoooo-hoooooo!

Pay no attention to that scarecrow, now that we have "grakle" and squirrel proof feeders they'll be no further need for his services.

Got the breeze, the warm sun, the sound of chirping bir . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

121 posted on 12/18/2004 7:42:49 PM PST by w_over_w (I asked where the "self help" section was and the bookstore Mgr. said it would defeat the purpose.)
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To: snippy_about_it
this day reminds me to tell every foxholer about USAAF T-SGT Houston F. Burkhart, who was a bottom turret AND tail-gunner during WW2.

he was one of two survivors of his class of over 500 students in ariel gunnery and literally had more air combat medals than his chest would hold!

we called him the REAR ADMIRAL (lower half), when all of us were in high school LONG ago, since he said he spent "all of his time on the bottom & in the rear".

despite the fact that he was just 63 inches tall and weighed 118 pounds, he was a GIANT, a good Christian layman, a great father of 3 girls (NOTE: his oldest daughter was not only my high school girlfriend, but a near genius in math and is now a retired COL,USAF) & a real HERO for a kid to look UP to.

we lost the Rear Admiral,at just about this time of year, 20 years ago, when he was finally PROMOTED to GLORY & i was thinking about him this evening.

i still miss him.

free dixie,sw

122 posted on 12/18/2004 7:51:21 PM PST by stand watie ( being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
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To: ariamne
rotfl!

as my kid sister would say, if you followed him around, "you sure aren't used to much". LOL.

free dixie,sw

123 posted on 12/18/2004 7:54:20 PM PST by stand watie ( being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
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To: stand watie

lol! ok, so i find you interesting and outspoken without reserve. i swear i'm not a stalker! lets just not tell my husband!


124 posted on 12/18/2004 8:04:01 PM PST by ariamne (reformed liberal)
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To: ariamne
OK, i'll add you to my list of "PURTY FReeper buddies". at the VERY least you won't one of my legion of "hatemail senders" & "poison pen" correspondents!

duckie is USED to me, even if she does NOT actually understand me!

she told a girlfriend one day not long ago, "i frequently think he may be NUTS, but i love him anyhow." (i suspect that a LOT of ladies/men say the same about their men/ladies who happen to be STREET ACTIVISTS with the DC Chapter of FR!)

free dixie,sw

125 posted on 12/18/2004 8:21:10 PM PST by stand watie ( being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
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To: stand watie

sw,
i am honored. have a good night and God Bless.


126 posted on 12/18/2004 8:35:38 PM PST by ariamne (reformed liberal)
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To: ariamne
don't go YET!

i'm determined to introduce my new FRiend to the canteen gang.

free dixie,sw

127 posted on 12/18/2004 8:40:40 PM PST by stand watie ( being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
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To: stand watie

That crowd saw some sites you will never see again. Imagine a formation of over 500 heavy bombers.


128 posted on 12/18/2004 8:43:24 PM PST by U S Army EOD (John Kerry, the mother of all flip floppers.I)
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To: U S Army EOD
not me, or PRAY GOD, anybody else either.

free dixie,sw

129 posted on 12/18/2004 8:47:59 PM PST by stand watie ( being a damnyankee is no better than being a racist. it is a LEARNED prejudice against dixie.)
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To: PhilDragoo
It isn't "fatalism", quite, as you describe it, "which holds that events are fixed in advance and humans are powerless to change them." It was, at least in my case, more the feeling that I did not want to end up like the so many I watched fry under the pressure. And boy, did they ever. More obstinacy than pride, though there sure was pride too. Most importantly I wanted the respect of those I met with the true grace under pressure.

As far as awareness of death approaching, well, I can see mine coming pretty clearly even if from "natural" causes. My planning horizon does not extend unrealistically now. And it didn't in those old days, either.

Nowadays I conserve my vitality and think about a decade or two, and those days I conserved my vitality and thought about a week or two. Really no difference in anything but quantity.

War is just the same as everyday "peacetime" life, just maybe more so. The pressure exposes differences in character across a spectrum like light through a prism. No hiding, no "carry me" works.

By the way, that is why Liberals are so scared of war. The old timers, like General Patton, knew that sort of person for what he was. A coward.

I personally don't like Scott's Patton. Too much braggadocio, megalomania, grandiosity. Read some of Patton's letters, notable military communication, suchlike. Patton was just a guy trying to get the job done. Aggressive but careful. Not afraid to get his hands dirty.

130 posted on 12/19/2004 2:10:24 AM PST by Iris7 (.....to protect the Constitution from all enemies, both foreign and domestic. Same bunch, anyway.)
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To: ariamne
Insatiably curious, excuse the familiarity, but why the "m"? Theseus and the minotaur, etc.

Stand Watie is a gentleman, an all to rare a thing. You won't find anybody of his sort hanging out in the Pete Seeger crowd.

Speaking of Libs and Lefties, since you are new here you get to hear my take on Jackson's "War of the Ring". (Epic groans from audience, smiling faces on shaking heads, here we go again!) The reason Jackson did such a poor job, disastrously, poisonously, is that Libs and Lefties cannot imagine anything but their own kind. Nobility is beyond them, like Shakespeare is to my cat. (Hey, cats are cats. Men are men.) Now, those people did a great job with Gollum - just like old Pete Seeger, eh? And darn well with Wormtongue. The rest was awful.

Speaking of the proletariat, I got a charge out of Jackson's Orcs. Jackson would hate to hear it, but his fear of the "lower classes" is showing!!
131 posted on 12/19/2004 2:38:51 AM PST by Iris7 (.....to protect the Constitution from all enemies, both foreign and domestic. Same bunch, anyway.)
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To: PhilDragoo

BTTT!!!!!!!


132 posted on 12/19/2004 3:03:10 AM PST by E.G.C.
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To: Iris7

Yes, I find sw to be a true gentleman, and no, you are right, not the sort found in the scruffy unwashed Pete Seeger crowd.

I like your take on LOTR--it is a perspective I haven't heard before, especially about Jackson's Orcs (fear of blackness too perhaps on Jackson's part?)so I hope no one minds that I got to hear it! Though I find some of the actors rather easy on the eyes, I groan every time I hear a liberalism (Faramir shoots a minion of Sauron, than pokes at the dead man's feet, saying he would have rather had peace--UGH, NOT TOLKIEN).

And forgive me please, I was up on line till 4:30 a.m. so my mind is not as keen as it could be this morning--what "m" do you refer to? I do sometimes forget my own posts (i know I should look them up but I'm lazy this morning)..thanks Iris
Ariamne


133 posted on 12/19/2004 7:09:44 AM PST by ariamne (reformed liberal-from the land of the free because of the brave)
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To: Iris7

OH I think I got it, do you mean my name? It's sort of an anagram of my real name. And yes, the story of Theseus and the minotaur always caught my imagination..sorry about the slow reaction, I haven't coffeed up yet.


134 posted on 12/19/2004 7:49:31 AM PST by ariamne (reformed liberal-from the land of the free because of the brave)
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To: Iris7
"I did not see her", I raised the volume

I get a perverse sense of joy out of doing that. ;-)

135 posted on 12/19/2004 8:50:11 AM PST by SAMWolf (I played poker with tarot cards; got a flush and five people died.)
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To: Iris7

;-)

136 posted on 12/19/2004 8:53:46 AM PST by SAMWolf (I played poker with tarot cards; got a flush and five people died.)
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To: PhilDragoo
Morning Phil Dragoo.

Assembling rear door security devices at SAM'n'snippy's store.

Only the best for our place. :-)

WHat boggles my mind is that someone had to sit down and come up with the idea for the ball turret. "Let's see if we can squeeze a man into a little, rotating sphere and hang it under a plane at 20,000 feet".

137 posted on 12/19/2004 8:56:33 AM PST by SAMWolf (I played poker with tarot cards; got a flush and five people died.)
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To: w_over_w

Morning w_over_w.

We don't need Hollywood to come up with thrillers, all we need to do is listen to our veterans stories.


138 posted on 12/19/2004 8:58:45 AM PST by SAMWolf (I played poker with tarot cards; got a flush and five people died.)
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To: w_over_w

Cool!

Let us know how long before the birds "find" your feeders.

P.S. We want to see pictures. :-)


139 posted on 12/19/2004 9:00:39 AM PST by SAMWolf (I played poker with tarot cards; got a flush and five people died.)
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To: stand watie

Thanks for sharing T-SGT Houston F. Burkhart with us, stand watie.


140 posted on 12/19/2004 9:02:21 AM PST by SAMWolf (I played poker with tarot cards; got a flush and five people died.)
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