Maynard Harrison Smith MoH

 

 Ok, folks, I found this to be an interesting story.  Apparently, heroes aren't always good guys but they can rise to the occasion.

 

On with the story!

 

Maynord Harrison Smith was given the nickname of Snuffy when he joined the Army Air Corps.

 

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 No Beans, not that one.

 

 

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This one!  According to this source, he was a bit of a trouble maker.  Drafted into the Army at 31, he seemed to find his place, although he still had "issues". In an interview with Andy Rooney (prior to Rooney's fame), it was noted that he was "a moderately pompous little fellow with the belligerent attitude of a man trying to make up with attitude what his five-foot-four, 130-pound body left him wanting.” As a result, his nickname (in the modern Air Force call sign) "Snuffy", was bestowed on him. 

 

Suffice it to say when the time came, he arose to the occasion. An excellent retelling of his Medal of Honor mission can be found here.  I'm not going to copy it or try to retell it.  Go! I'll be here when you get back.

 

Wow! Right?   Holy Mackerel, the courage exhibited (and to be honest,  a touch of luck) is astonishing.  

 

The quote "Where do we get such men?" (nowadays "such people”) was from James Michener's "Bridges at Toko-Ri" but  President Reagan made it famous when he used it in a speech.  It was true then, it is true now!

 

 

 Smith's MOH citation

 

 For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action above and beyond the call of duty. The aircraft of which Sgt. Smith was a gunner was subjected to intense enemy antiaircraft fire and determined fighter aircraft attacks while returning from a mission over enemy-occupied continental Europe on 1 May 1943. The aircraft was hit several times by antiaircraft fire and cannon shells of the fighter aircraft, 2 of the crew were seriously wounded, the aircraft's oxygen system shot out, and several vital control cables severed when intense fires were ignited simultaneously in the radio compartment and waist sections. The situation became so acute that 3 of the crew bailed out into the comparative safety of the sea. Sgt. Smith, then on his first combat mission, elected to fight the fire by himself, administered first aid to the wounded tail gunner, manned the waist guns, and fought the intense flames alternately. The escaping oxygen fanned the fire to such intense heat that the ammunition in the radio compartment began to explode, the radio, gun mount, and camera were melted, and the compartment completely gutted. Sgt. Smith threw the exploding ammunition overboard, fought the fire until all the firefighting aids were exhausted, manned the workable guns until the enemy fighters were driven away, further administered first aid to his wounded comrade, and then by wrapping himself in protecting cloth, completely extinguished the fire by hand. This soldier's gallantry in action, undaunted bravery, and loyalty to his aircraft and fellow crew members, without regard for his own personal safety, is an inspiration to the U.S. Armed Forces.

 Here's a good summary of the rest of his life. Quite the character!

 

 

 

Lt Jack W. Mathis MOH

 Ok, folks this handsome young lad, if you hadn't noticed is Texas born and raised.  San Angelo to be precise, about 80 miles south of Big Spring, my domicile for about 10 years of my youth.  Big Spring is a next door neighbor to San Angelo and except for one reason which I'll tell you about, he and I could've been friends.

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He was a bombardier in the B-17 in England. He and his brother had both volunteered to be bombardiers and had gone to that school together.  He had completed 14 missions (of 25 needed to return to the US). On his 15th mission. he was tasked to be the lead bombardier on a mission.

The bombing procedure at the time was the lead bombardier would find the target aim point and when the time came to drop, he would trigger off his bombs.  EVERY other bombardier in the formation would do the same thing, at the same time, when they saw him drop.  

I'm not sure exactly why this was the methodology other than possibly with a hundred or so aircraft in tight formation and a hundred or so bombardiers trying (and literally flying) to get the aircraft in the right position to hit the target.  Mid-airs might be a reason.  

Besides a large flight of B-17's, sometimes several hundred on a mission and up to 8000lbs of bombs each, the tactic of dropping all at once could be very effective, especially if the target was large.

To say the least.

In any case, he was the bombardier in the lead airplane, as the formation approached the target, AAA became very dense and the lead plane was hit. Lt Mathis was severely injured.  His right arm was shattered and badly wounded in his right side and abdomen.  Realizing that the attack would fail if he didn't release the bombs properly, he dragged himself back to his position, found the target and released the bombs.  The rest of the formation followed suit.

Unfortunately, the wounds to Lt Mathis were fatal and he passed away shortly thereafter.

Lt Jack Mathis's brother Mark was also in his squadron albeit assigned to a different crew.  He requested to be transferred to his brother's crew which was granted.

He was killed in action a couple of months later.

Rest in Peace, Warriors! 

 

 

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Citation:

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty in action with the enemy over Vegesack, Germany, on March 18, 1943. 1st Lt. Mathis, as leading bombardier of his squadron, flying through intense and accurate antiaircraft fire, was just starting his bomb run, upon which the entire squadron depended for accurate bombing, when he was hit by the enemy antiaircraft fire. His right arm was shattered above the elbow, a large wound was torn in his side and abdomen, and he was knocked from his bomb sight to the rear of the bombardier's compartment. Realizing that the success of the mission depended upon him, 1st Lt. Mathis, by sheer determination and willpower, though mortally wounded, dragged himself back to his sights, released his bombs, then died at his post of duty. As the result of this action the airplanes of his bombardment squadron placed their bombs directly upon the assigned target for a perfect attack against the enemy. 1st Lt. Mathis' undaunted bravery has been a great inspiration to the officers and men of his unit.^[1]'

  

 

Sarge, Where the Hell Have You Been?!?!

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That's my Dad in the photo and my oldest kid brother, The Olde Vermonter, running around the trail of the artillery piece. Said artillery piece being a howitzer, which in those days were measured by the size of the bore and not the weight of the shot. What I refer to as a cannon (or gun, the terminology differs from country to country but I'll let the real gunners weigh in on that), was measured by the weight of the shot, anywhere from the little 3-pounders up to the big boys used for sieges firing shot weighing 24-pounds (and up, I believe).

That photo is from around 1958-60 (or so) at Fort Ticonderoga in Upstate New York (which New Yorkers tell me means anything north of NYC). If you look closely you'll see a pair of legs to the right of the howitzer (ahem, behind it in the photo). That would be Your Humble Scribe, even then knowing to stay out from behind a field piece about to be fired.

Though Dad (today is his birthday, he would have been 98 today) was in the Army, he was in the Signal Corps. His knowledge of the feeding and care of black powder artillery was lacking. One does not straddle the carriage of a cannon (or howitzer, or gun, take your pick) as when fired, that piece is going to roll backwards a few feet (the actual distance depends on the size of the piece).

But you will note that Dad has a handkerchief wrapped around his head. Gunners did do this but the cloth should cover one's ears as those cannon (or howitzer, or gun, take your pick) were noisy sumbitches when fired. So Dad at least did pay attention to paintings of artillery being fired.

I'm guessing the date, The Olde Vermonter, probably knows the exact date as it is no doubt stamped on the back of the photo. Now The Olde Vermonter looks to be four or five years old, maybe as young as three (which would make it 1958) but no more than five (1960). You can't see me (duh) so I would be anywhere from five to seven years old.

We visited Fort Ti (as we called it BITD) a number of times when I was nobbut a lad. A place I truly enjoyed. Haven't been there since 1982 (I think) when we returned from Korea and I learned that a bagpipe competition was taking place there. As was (and perhaps still is) my wont, I packed The Missus Herself and The Naviguesser into the trusty old VW Beetle and off we went to the fort. About 80 miles and an hour and forty minutes by Volkswagen.

It was that day that I learned that one does not travel without providing for provisions and beverages for the crew. That was my thing, hare off into the wild and buy whatever I needed when I arrived at wherever I was going. I don't think The Missus Herself has cured me of that habit completely, though she has tried very hard to do so over the years.

Sigh ...

OAFS Photo

So yeah, where have I been? Well, right here at Chez Sarge is the simple answer. Manning that beast in the previous photo twice a week since we returned from Maryland a cuppla weeks ago. Springtime is no time to let the grass grow as it will, DAMHIK.

But the lawn is once again under control, until the next time I need to cut it.

Lawn mowing aside, I haven't felt like writing as of late. I've been busy reading, playing games on my computer, and hanging out with friends to have any time (or desire) to sit down and write. Today, obviously, being an exception.

Now juvat has gone hog wild posting about Medal of Honor winners, mostly Air Force recipients, but I note that there are a few Army guys sprinkled in there as well. Prior to 1947 the Air Force was, of course, part of the Army. This post series seems to have taken on a life of its own, which is good, those folks need to be remembered. But I daresay juvat's not going to write about all of them. There are over thirty five hundred MoH recipients. I mean sure, that would give me a nice long break from blogging, but ...

Yeah, I don't need that long a break.

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Another tradition at Chez Sarge is to quaff a brew when the cutting of the grass is done. Found the beverage above in the refrigerator and as it was the only one in the fridge, I drank it. Okay, there was a Guinness, but I won't drink Guinness out of a can unless I absolutely have to, I'm not a barbarian. Okay, I am, but not that big of one. I was too lazy to find my Guinness glass, so Brigadeiro it was.

The brew was most delicious, when I went looking for where I could get more, seems that they don't make it anymore, at least not locally. I do believe The Musician, my youngest kid brother, might have gifted me that brew for Christmas. So woe is me, I may not have that one ever again.

Welp, there are plenty of other beverages I like, so be it.

So yeah, not writing (it was starting to feel like work, something I had to do, and that grated on me) and relaxing to the full extent allowed by law (I guess that means I have to wear clothes). I'll get back to it sometime, probably sooner rather than later, but please, don't hold your breath.

I'm fickle like that.

Be seeing you.

John A Chapman, MOH

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As you may have realized with Sarge on Vacation (hint, hint), that when I get writer's block I refer to the USAF list of Medal of Honor recipients for their story. I think those stories are important for Americans to know.  Freedom isn't free.

 

 

 

Well, folks, that's the post for today.  The recipient this time has two different reasons for this posting.  One, he is the most recent recipient of the Medal of Honor and two, as you may recognize from his picture, he's enlisted.  OK, three, one more reason.  

 

 

 

His story is one of the most courageous descriptions of ground combat that I've read.  (Suffice it to say, I read a lot of stories like that.). Given that, I'll shut up and post the data.

 

The President of the United States of America, authorized by Title 10, Section 8742, U.S.C., awards the Air Force Cross to TSgt John Chapman for extraordinary heroism in military operation against an armed enemy of the United States as a 24th Special Tactics Squadron, combat controller in the vicinity of Gardez, in the eastern highlands of Afghanistan, on March 4, 2002. On this date, during his helicopter insertion for a reconnaissance and time sensitive targeting close air support mission, Sergeant Chapman's aircraft came under heavy machine gun fire and received a direct hit from a rocket propelled grenade which caused a United States Navy sea-air-land team member to fall from the aircraft. Though heavily damaged, the aircraft egressed the area and made an emergency landing seven kilometers away. Once on the ground Sergeant Chapman established communication with an AC-130 gunship to ensure the area was secure while providing close air support coverage for the entire team. He then directed the gunship to begin the search for the missing team member. He requested, coordinated, and controlled the helicopter that extracted the stranded team and aircrew members. These actions limited the exposure of the aircrew and team to hostile fire. Without regard for his own life Sergeant Chapman volunteered to rescue his missing team member from an enemy stronghold. Shortly after insertion, the team made contact with the enemy. Sergeant Chapman engaged and killed two enemy personnel. He continued to advance reaching the enemy position then engaged a second enemy position, a dug-in machine gun nest. At this time, the rescue team came under effective enemy fire from three directions. From close range he exchanged fire with the enemy from minimum personal cover until he succumbed to multiple wounds. His engagement and destruction of the first enemy position and advancement on the second position enabled his team to move to cover and break enemy contact. In his own words, his Navy sea-air-land team leader credits Sergeant Chapman unequivocally with saving the lives of the entire rescue team. Through his extraordinary heroism, superb airmanship, aggressiveness in the face of the enemy, and the dedication to the service of his country, Sergeant Chapman reflects the highest credit upon himself and the United States Air Force.

Holy Crap!  Talk about LARGE Gonads!   Advancing by himself and destroying a manned machine gun position then turning and doing the same to a second position while severely, and ultimately mortally, wounded. 

AND...this was the citation for the Air Force Cross.  I'd HIGHLY recommend reading the story here.  It took until 2018 for the Air Force Cross to be upgraded to the Medal of Honor.  Suffice it to say, the politics and quid pro quo involved is a bit sickening. 

 I've read a lot of MOH stories.  This one takes the cake.

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Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

‭‭John‬ ‭15‬:‭13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Boy, no kidding.

"Lord, I don't feel a need to be presented with a situation like that, but if you say so, PLEASE don't let me screw it up!"

I've said a prayer along those lines a time or two under some troubling instances in my day. Fortunately, it was never needed.

Peace out Y'all! 

 

And so it has begun!

February 27, 2026

Ok, Campers, the “fun” has begun! The construction was supposed to start on May 27th but "Things came up". Now it's this week, but...the weather forecast is for rain every day this week. The horse barn construction will begin “as soon as the weather cooperates”. A couple of reasons for the horses first plan. First, the horse area is located on the farthest end of the property from the gate and road. Better to keep them from getting out of the pasture and going partying on the road. Second, they’ve been boarded until now. You’d have thought they’d been staying in the Four Seasons Hotel George V in Paris based on the boarding fee. But, it wasn't quite that good.

Ok, not even close. 

Yes, Beans, boarding horses is expensive. But they will be free to roam in a much larger area than where they've been cooped up in since we moved here in December.  So...we (and they) have that going for us.

Now that our builder got back from his vacation, the pouring of the slab ceremony will soon be celebrated and construction of our home begun .(Well, when the rain stops. The forecast is for rain the next 6 days. Bummer, Dude!)  Completion date is still "maybe December", but completion is easier to estimate once building has begun. As they get organized with the building teams and their schedules, my Brother's cottage will also be started.  It'll be about 900 sq ft which is bigger than the cottage he was living in on our property in Fredericksburg, so...onward and upward.

At some point, they'll put in my wood shop and Mrs J's sewing cabin and that will be that.  Until we think of something else we "Need!".  

Just to give y'all a feel for the property.  Enjoy!  

 

 

So that's life around here these days. Speaking thereof, tomorrow I'll begin traveling my 72nd turn around the sun.  I have no plans to call it quits. That's up to the guy upstairs.

Thank You, Lord!

Peace out, y'all! 

Air to air combat!

 

I've been posting Air Force Medal of Honor recipient stories for a week or so.  (Sarge needed a break, I find them interesting, especially the ones I'm unfamiliar with. So, you'll be seeing a few more soon.). 

However, I decided I'd resuscitate a posting from one of the first posts I put up 13 years ago or so.  Through the years, we've discussed one of my heroes a few times.  Here's one of my favorite stories about him.  Unfortunately....

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 So...Off we go!

Air to air combat is fun and exciting in practice. I suspect that when it’s for real, the “fun” part drops off. Tell me if I’m wrong.

Ed Rasimus and I were both assigned to the 435TFTS at Holloman AFB NM. Suffice it to say that even though I was qualified as an "experienced" fighter pilot flying time wise, I learned a lot more from Ras during flight briefings and debriefings, and in the air than I thought possible.  Some of the most important things I learned from him were taught in the Squadron Bar. After he PCS’d to Fort Carson for his last assignment in the Air Force as an ALO, I lost touch with him and didn’t reconnect with him until I saw his book “When Thunder Rolled” on Amazon.  Bought it immediately, and started reading.  It was like being in the Bar again; I’d heard most of those stories. A few years ago, I managed to track him down and restablish our friendship.  Unfortunately, he's no longer with us.  Heaven to me would be flying fighters against and with both He and Vegas. Yes, that would be heaven.

But rereading that post really triggered a memory of one flight he and I had together while at Holloman.

Basic Fighter Maneuvers (BFM) are  exactly what the name implies, at the most basic level, how do you maneuver a fighter so as to kill another fighter and/or avoid being killed yourself.  It’s not just "pull on the pole as hard as you can".  It’s using your energy wisely, regaining it when you can, using gravity to enhance the effect.  Most of the Lead In Fighter Training program consisted of BFM rides, and throughout the flying portion of my career, a sizeable portion of my rides were BFM also, whether I was in an Air to Air Squadron or an Air to Ground Squadron.  BFM skills are critical and very perishable. 

BFM rides involved two aircraft, a 1 v 1, and typically there were two types of setups.  In the first setup, one jet takes a position 30 to 45 degrees off the tail of the other and 6000-9000’ away.  In a real world fight, this is a very dangerous position for the person in front to be in.  Once participants are ready, the fight is started with a “Fight’s on” call and maneuvering commences.  The fight typically continues until a kill shot is taken by one or the other fighter, a fighter manages to disengage successfully, the desired learning point has been achieved, or a safety factor is encountered.  (Over G, going through minimum altitude, min fuel etc).

The second type of setup is a neutral setup, typically called a “Butterfly”.  The two jets start in tactical formation about 6-9K’ apart and the flight lead calls for a turn away from each other of 45 degrees.  At some point the flight lead calls for the turn in and both aircraft turn back towards each other for a head on pass.  The flight lead will call fight’s on at some point,  typically immediately prior to the pass so that maneuvering can begin.

This now leads to a decision on the part of both fighter pilots.  Do I want a two circle fight or a one circle fight?  There’s an excellent discussion of this here , but basically, if your turn radius is better than the other jet's, try for a one circle.

 

Back in the day, I used to be able to draw a fight diagram much better.  My apologies.

  If your turn rate is not better than the other, try for a two circle fight because you’ve got more turning room to use.

 

  

I say “try”, because the other guy also gets a vote in the fight. He has to turn in the direction you expect him to otherwise ....  I was about to learn how to make that happen.

So,  There I was………….*  Ras and I were scheduled for an IP currency 1 v 1 BFM ride in Beak Charlie, the closest air to air area to Holloman.  Basically, we would be fighting air to air against each other for currency.  Cloudcroft NM was the Western Boundary  Roswell the Eastern and  Ruidoso the Northern.  That proximity meant we’d have maximum gas for fighting.  Typically, when these rides went on the schedule, they were immediately filled by students riding in the back seats, however, this time it was just Ras and I.  (He had told the Duty Officer not to allow any students, you’ll understand why shortly).

Briefing was short and sweet, here’s the frequencies, joker and bingo* fuel levels and a discussion of which BFM setup we were going to use (Butterfly).  We had flown together enough as IPs that not much else was needed.  We step to the jets, crank up, formation takeoff and we’re in the area.  A couple of G awareness turns . (The AT-38B was getting old and we needed to “tune” our bodies to what the mandated G limit was, so that we didn’t overstress the aircraft and reduce its lifespan.  Must have worked, this story occurred about 30 years ago, and the airplanes are still flying.)

Everything’s ready to go, a quick fuel check from Ras and he calls for the turn away.  I check 45 away and rollout, snap my head around so as to keep sight of Ras.  Got him, we continue on heading for a bit and he calls turn in.  I’m pulling right on the g-limit, get pointed at him and unload the aircraft to get some speed back.  We’re about a mile out now and I’m planning for a two circle fight, since I’m a little above him, I plan to slice down to the left leading the turn as much as I can.  At that point, Ras calls fight’s on and pulls up and takes a head on gun shot. 

At the time, the safety rules prohibited any gun shots within 45 degrees either side of head on, so I’d never seen a head on shot.  Also, since the guns on most fighters are boresighted with the aircraft, where the gun is pointed is where the aircraft is pointed. If Ras has taken a gunshot, the gun is pointed at me and so is his aircraft.  Ras passes close aboard.  This has left me somewhat startled and there’s a pause before I start to maneuver.  I roll left and start the pull, expecting Ras to have done the same which should put him somewhere above my tail pointed away.  I can’t see him and call blind (another safety thing, if he calls blind also, we knock it off and get altitude separation).  He calls “continue”.  I’m in big trouble, he sees me!  I’m still frantically searching for him looking over my left (down) shoulder, when something catches the corner of my eye.  I crank around to the right, just in time to see Ras swooping down on the back side of his vertical circle. He's gone for a one circle fight, using the vertical and by virtue of being below me and pulling up for the shot, he's lead turned me.  When he got to the top of his loop, he was slow and inverted, so gravity helped him turn much faster.

Fortunately, he’s not in guns range yet, but he’s closing fast.  I break back right and up, trying to force his nose into lag  (pointed behind me), but I’m running out of airspeed and he’s not.  I see his nose slide out in front of me and I start to make out the intakes on the side of his jet (with my eyesight at the time, that was my indication that he was about 2500’ away, AKA guns range.  With my eyesight now, I think he'd be in my back seat before I saw intakes).  I roll the aircraft until the canopy is about 45 degrees below the horizon and plant the stick in my lap.  I’m jinking…Hard.  Roll the aircraft again,  push the stick forward.  Again,  and Again and Again, but Ras is still back !there, he hasn’t called any shots, but I ain’t getting away either.  I’m expecting a knock it off for lesson learned, but no.  I’m jinking for about a month and a half until we get to bingo.  Knock it off and head home.

Back in the debrief,  Ras walks in with a couple of beers, hands one to me and says “Juvat, there are no safety ROE (Rules of Engagement) in combat, and there’s no knock it off”.  Then he took a couple of sips of beer as he let me ponder that.  He then followed with “Best Jinking I’ve ever seen, I never got a shot.  Let’s talk about how you did that, I want to learn how.”

I miss him.

 

If you'd like to read more of his stories (and I highly recommend you do), he published three books before he passed, One in conjunction with Robin Olds, the other two autobiographies about his assignments (yes, Beans, more than one) in South East Asia.  Excellent stories.

 

 Rest in peace, Warrior! Ed, you deserve it!

Peace out, y'all!

* Joker fuel means "keep an eye on your gas, this is the last engagement".  Bingo fuel means "Knock it off!  Rejoin on me and we're headed home".  Enough gas to get home and land with a safe amount of fuel in case something bad happens at the base.

• What’s the difference between a fairy tale and a war story?  A fairy tale starts with “Once upon a time” and a war story starts with “So there I was”.  

Erwin R. Bleckley MOH

Earlier this week I wrote a post about a Medal of Honor recipient from WWI, 1st Lt. Harold E. Goettler. Unfortunately, my research left out one important piece of information, his back seater (at the time the title was Observer) was also awarded the medal.  So, to rectify this,  here we go. 

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Erwin R. Beckley entered service as a member of the Kansas National Guard, was commissioned as an artillery officer, then volunteered for aviation training and duty. Essentially, a weapons systems officer in modern terminology.  They arrived in theater on 24 September 1918 and flew their first combat mission on the 26th.  

DeHaviland DH-4

 

On the 6th of October they were assigned to drop ammunition and supplies to the "Lost Battalion" which was surrounded by German troops.  Their first mission went ok, although they had taken some bullet holes and their engine was running rough.  Volunteering to go back and drop more supplies they borrowed another aircraft.  With the heavy AAA they had seen in the morning mission, they elected to go in much lower. *

Unfortunately, as they made their approach, the gunfire from the ground hit the airplane and Lt Goettler, his pilot, was killed.  The airplane crashed severely injuring Lt Beckley who later succumbed to his injuries.

Rest in peace, Heroes! 

*IMHO this is a mistake,  AAA can still shoot at you low and every enemy soldier with a rifle can also.  But the Air Service was new and still trying to develop tactics.

Interestingly, in researching this and his pilot's story, I learned that there were only 4 flying Medal of Honor recipients in WWI.  I suspect that since they were in the Army, there might have been a bit of problem understanding their mission and its dangers by the officers who decided MOH awards. Just sayin'.