am supposed to be working on my next post, researching the 111(F)
squadrons initial flight up to Elmendorf Air Force base in July of 1942
but easily got myself sidetracked and enthralled with reading every darn
day of the Squadron diary up to their arrival in Alaska. Here
are a couple of diary entries that make me chuckle. I love a good sense
of humor and apparently the diarist did too. At one point in the diary and during this
time frame, it was noted that my grandfather had been appointed to
‘Squadron Diarist’ not sure for how long he had that role and if he was
still doing that during these entries but I can definitely see him
saying some of these things.
was stationed in Pat Bay, now the Victoria, British Columbia Airport. Also referenced is Sea Island which is now the Vancouver Airport. The green squadron
had just arrived from Rockliffe, Ontario fresh out of B.C.A.T.P. a few
months earlier and were still learning how to master the flight of the
P-40. From there the Squadron was sent on it’s very first deployment as a unit- to Alaska, in
July 1942.
weather made it impossible to do any flying today and the crew took
this chance to get all the aircraft ready to be flown to Patricia Bay.
Tonight marks the fourth time our pilots have celebrated their last
night in Vancouver and are finding it very expensive.”
“12-2-42
The total flying time for today was thirty-four hours and five minutes which is the highest daily total to be complied by the Squadron to date. The pilots are really happy now that they are getting a lot of flying and enthusiastic about operational training. As a result, their work is improving daily. Stern attacks and breakaways are now being practiced and it is funny to hear the pilots relate their reactions after this maneuver, which is a very violent procedure. Sgt. Edwards of the armament section is kept busy by loading and reloading the guns so that everyone can get some air-firing. Our basketball team played it’s first contest tonight and kept a huge throng (three in number) on the edge of their seats by a scintillating display of team work and skill. However, as they had little training, they came out on the short end of the score. “
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| The Squadron’s Kittyhawks just after arriving at Pat Bay in January, 1942. The one on the left, AK905 is now privately owned and is still airworthy! Photo credit- Bill’s incredible website on the 111(F) Squadron. |
“1-5-42
This will be a memorable day in the Squadron’s history, as nearly everything happened today. In the early morning Sgt. Schwalm did some damage to the tail assembly of A.L.110, running into the aircraft with the “Jeep”. After a routine air to ground firing exercise,Sgt. Maxmem low on petrol, landed at Bellingham, refueled and on landing at our base, the undercarriage of his aircraft A.L.218, collapsed and came to rest on it’s belly in the center of No. 1 runway with wrecked undercarriage and aircrew. As a result of this accident, Pilot Officer Eskil and Sgt. Stusiak were unable to land here and forced to set down at Sea Island. They returned and landed here in the afternoon when the runway had been cleared. Air to ground firing was carried out by Pilot Officer English and Sgt. Maxmen. Newspapermen from Victoria paid us a visit and took numerous pictures late in the afternoon. Air Commander Stevenson, on a surprise visit, was very pleased with a four plane scramble accomplished in two minutes, thirty-one seconds. One new pilot, R.T. Walker, reported here from Ottawa today. Only nine hours, thirty-five hours of flying was done during the day. “
After this four month span of, at times, playful and somewhat story like entries, the diary seemed to revert back to a nuts and bolts, factual and dry kind of writing style for several more months, definitely noting a shift in diarists. It picks up again once the Squadron establishes itself on Umnak but I’ll save that for a later date. Writing can be a tremendous outlet, and in times of war, it was just another way one of the guys could bring some form of humaneness to what they were preparing to do and in many cases already doing. A way to cope and separate themselves from the reality of the brutal nature of the job they all signed up for. A job they took ultimately for the benefit of us and our country. So I say, write away diarist. Write away…

