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World War Two Aces…..German & American

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 23-04-2013


 This from a special friend in Dallas…It brought a tear to my eye…Pete

Where some German officers were found guilty of killing thousands—here is one tale that I read over and over every time it comes my way….
“You’re In God’s Hands Now…”

The 21-year old American B-17 pilot glanced outside his cockpit and froze. He blinked hard and looked again, hoping it was just a mirage. But his co-pilot stared at the same horrible vision. “My God, this is a nightmare,” the co-pilot said.
“He’s going to destroy us,” the pilot agreed.
The men were looking at a gray German Messerschmitt fighter hovering just three feet off their wingtip. It was five days before Christmas 1943, and the fighter had closed in on their crippled American B-17 bomber for the kill.
Brown’s Crippled B-17 Stalked by Stigler’s ME-109
The B-17 pilot, Charles Brown, was a 21-year-old West Virginia farm boy on his first combat mission. His bomber had been shot to pieces by swarming fighters, and his plane was alone, struggling to stay in the skies above Germany . Half his crew was wounded, and the tail gunner was dead, his blood frozen in icicles over the machine guns.
But when Brown and his co-pilot, Spencer “Pinky” Luke, looked at the fighter pilot again, something odd happened. The German didn’t pull the trigger. He stared back at the bomber in amazement and respect. Instead of pressing the attack, he nodded at Brown and saluted. What happened next was one of the most remarkable acts of chivalry recorded during World War II.
USAAF Lt. Charles Brown
Charles Brown was on his first combat mission during World War II when he met an enemy unlike any other.
Revenge, not honor, is what drove 2nd Lt. Franz Stigler to jump into his fighter that chilly December day in 1943. Stigler wasn’t just any fighter pilot. He was an ace. One more kill and he would win The Knight’s Cross, German’s highest award for valor.
Yet Stigler was driven by something deeper than glory. His older brother, August, was a fellow Luftwaffe pilot who had been killed earlier in the war. American pilots had killed Stigler’s comrades and were bombing his country’s cities.Stigler was standing near his fighter on a German airbase when he heard a bomber’s engine. Looking up, he saw a B-17 flying so low it looked like it was going to land. As the bomber disappeared behind some trees, Stigler tossed his cigarette aside, saluted a ground crewman and took off in pursuit.
As Stigler’s fighter rose to meet the bomber, he decided to attack it from behind. He climbed behind the sputtering bomber, squinted into his gun sight and placed his hand on the trigger. He was about to fire when he hesitated. Stigler was baffled. No one in the bomber fired at him.
He looked closer at the tail gunner. He was still, his white fleece collar soaked with blood. Stigler craned his neck to examine the rest of the bomber. Its skin had been peeled away by shells, its guns knocked out. One propeller wasn’ turning. Smoke trailed from another engine. He could see men huddled inside the shattered plane tending the wounds of other crewmen.
Then he nudged his plane alongside the bomber’s wings and locked eyes with the pilot whose eyes were wide with shock and horror.
Luftwaffe Major Franz Stigler
Stigler pressed his hand over the rosary he kept in his flight jacket. He eased his index finger off the trigger. He couldn’t shoot.
It would be murder.
Stigler wasn’t just motivated by vengeance that day. He also lived by a code. He could trace his family’s ancestry to knights in 16th century Europe . He had once studied to be a priest. A German pilot who spared the enemy, though, risked death in Nazi Germany. If someone reported him, he would be executed.
Yet Stigler could also hear the voice of his commanding officer, who once told him: “You follow the rules of war for you — not your enemy. You fight by rules to keep your humanity.”
Alone with the crippled bomber, Stigler changed his mission. He nodded at the American pilot and began flying in formation so German anti-aircraft gunners on the ground wouldn’t shoot down the slow-moving bomber. (The Luftwaffe had B-17s of its own, shot down and rebuilt for secret missions and training.) Stigler escorted the bomber over the North Sea and took one last look at the American pilot. Then he saluted him, peeled his fighter away and returned to Germany .
“Good luck,” Stigler said to himself. “You’re in God’s hands now…” Franz Stigler didn’t think the big B-17 could make it back to England and wondered for years what happened to the American pilot and crew he encountered in combat.
Charles Brown, with his wife, Jackie (left), with Franz Stigler, with his wife, Hiya.
As he watched the German fighter peel away that December day, 2nd Lt. Charles Brown wasn’t thinking of the philosophical connection between enemies. He was thinking of survival.
He flew his crippled plan, filled with wounded, back to his base in England and landed with one of four engines knocked out, one failing and barely any fuel left. After his bomber came to a stop, he leaned back in his chair and put a hand over a pocket Bible he kept in his flight jacket. Then he sat in silence.
Brown flew more missions before the war ended. Life moved on. He got married, had two daughters, supervised foreign aid for the U.S. State Department during the Vietnam War and eventually retired to Florida .
Late in life, though, the encounter with the German pilot began to gnaw at him. He started having nightmares, but in his dream there would be no act of mercy. He would awaken just before his bomber crashed.
Brown took on a new mission. He had to find that German pilot. Who was he? Why did he save my life? He scoured military archives in the U.S. and England . He attended a pilots’ reunion and shared his story. He finally placed an ad in a German newsletter for former Luftwaffe pilots, retelling the story and asking if anyone knew the pilot.
On January 18, 1990, Brown received a letter. He opened it and read: “Dear Charles, All these years I wondered what happened to that B-17, did she make it home? Did her crew survive their wounds? To hear of your survival has filled me with indescribable joy…”
It was Stigler.
He had had left Germany after the war and moved to Vancouver , British Columbia , in 1953. He became a prosperous businessman. Now retired, Stigler told Brown that he would be in Florida come summer and “it sure would be nice to talk about our encounter.” Brown was so excited, though, that he couldn’t wait to see Stigler. He called directory assistance for Vancouver and asked whether there was a number for a Franz Stigler. He dialed the number, and Stigler picked up.
“My God, it’s you!” Brown shouted as tears ran down his cheeks.
Brown had to do more. He wrote a letter to Stigler in which he said: “To say THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU on behalf of my surviving crewmembers and their families appears totally inadequate.”
The two pilots would meet again, but this time in person, in the lobby of a Florida hotel. One of Brown’s friends was there to record the summer reunion. Both men looked like retired businessmen: they were plump, sporting neat ties and formal shirts. They fell into each other’ arms and wept and laughed. They talked about their encounter in a light, jovial tone.
The mood then changed. Someone asked Stigler what he thought about Brown. Stigler sighed and his square jaw tightened. He began to fight back tears before he said in heavily accented English: “I love you, Charlie.”
Stigler had lost his brother, his friends and his country. He was virtually exiled by his countrymen after the war. There were 28,000 pilots who fought for the German air force. Only 1,200 survived.
The war cost him everything. Charlie Brown was the only good thing that came out of World War II for Franz. It was the one thing he could be proud of. The meeting helped Brown as well, says his oldest daughter, Dawn Warner.
They met as enemies but Franz Stigler, on left, and Charles Brown, ended up as fishing buddies.
Brown and Stigler became pals. They would take fishing trips together. They would fly cross-country to each other homes and take road trips together to share their story at schools and veterans’ reunions. Their wives, Jackie Brown and Hiya Stigler, became friends.
Brown’s daughter says her father would worry about Stigler’s health and constantly check in on him.
“It wasn’t just for show,” she says. “They really did feel for each other. They talked about once a week.” As his friendship with Stigler deepened, something else happened to her father, Warner says “The nightmares went away.”
Brown had written a letter of thanks to Stigler, but one day, he showed the extent of his gratitude. He organized a reunion of his surviving crew members, along with their extended families. He invited Stigler as a guest of honor.
During the reunion, a video was played showing all the faces of the people that now lived — children, grandchildren, relatives — because of Stigler’s act of chivalry. Stigler watched the film from his seat of honor.
“Everybody was crying, not just him,” Warner says.
Stigler and Brown died within months of each other in 2008. Stigler was 92, and Brown was 87. They had started off as enemies, became friends, and then something more.
After he died, Warner was searching through Brown’s library when she came across a book on German fighter jets. Stigler had given the book to Brown. Both were country boys who loved to read about planes.
Warner opened the book and saw an inscription Stigler had written to Brown:
In 1940, I lost my only brother as a night fighter. On the 20th of December, 4 days before Christmas, I had the chance to save a B-17 from her destruction, a plane so badly damaged it was a wonder that she was still flying.
The pilot, Charlie Brown, is for me, as precious as my brother was. Thanks Charlie.
Your Brother,
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Least Read Postings….

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 23-04-2013


One of the things that surprise me on this web site is what does get read and what does not seemingly attract any attention…..The songs I have put on the web site get very little comments and I am not sure if anyone listens to them…So maybe songs are not good for this site.. I need to really be impressed to post any more..

My chili receipes are not received all that well. Red and green chili may be a New Mexico thing. (In our restaurants out here you are always asked, red or green. Sweetie is red and I am green, except for dishes made in a red sauce .) We have a Mexican food fix about once a week, sometimes more. A few comments are recieved on the hot food stuff, but not a lot. However, if a find a good’un I will probably post it. I love Mexican food….

A couple of post went without comments on Obama, “It ain’t my Fault” and on Sen. Simpson about us old folks collecting social security…Like we have not made any contributions to that program..(Well, I don’t want to get started on him.) But, no comments…But, like me, you may not have wanted to go to cussing on the web site. Thanks, I appreciate that….

Crying about the web site visitors, or lack thereof, is not well recieved. However, this has been the most productive year ever for the web site. April is already over 8500 visitors (and over 27,000 year to date), the most ever by April and there are several days left. So, I want to talk about what you folks want to hear when you visit. Some of the more popular post, if you want to call them that, seems to be the water woes of New Mexico and Texas and  the west in general, and the buried treasure of Mr. Fenn’s has been well recieved.

Anyway, thank you kindly for coming by. I appreciate it. And I will keep trying to find suitable topics……. Pete

Buried Treasure Poem by E. V. Hester (Fenn’s Treasure)

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 10-04-2013


Buried Treasure by Pete Hester  (Folks, this is a poem I wrote, not the one Mr. Fenn wrote.)      I am wondering if Mr. Fenn’s treasure chest is not found soon and it is not found until, oh say, 50 or 60 years from now…What will the finder say or think? I hope Mr. Fenn left a note for that person. Or will Mr. Fenn have a change of heart and go retrieve the chest if it is not found soon. I think he is about as old as I am so he should probably go to plan b for his families sake….This may be a drop in the bucket to his family fortunes though…..I mean if I hid a couple of hundred bucks I would want the whole dang family to know where I hid it….Maybe he will tell us that story also…..Reckon?  Nah, probably not….click on title to read the poem….Thanks, Pete

Toe Fetish Man Must Toe the Line

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 10-04-2013


This lady from Santa Fe has been having a heck of a time with her boy friend. Back in Feb. he attacked her and went for her left big toe, biting it down to the bone and bit her nail off in that attack. She tried to get a protection ordered, which I understand may have been somewhat delayed.  Anyway, she moved to Albuquerque after that attack to get away from him. Well, he found her a few days ago. He attack the girl, tied her up and  first started biting her toes, then he took to using a cigar cutter, the paper stated it was a violent attack and it mutilated her toes. She managed to get loose and attack the man with a fork and clawed his face and flee from him. They caught the old boy when he turned up at the hospital to have his face seen about…..I’m a writer of fiction, but I could not  think about writing stuff like that….You can’t make that up, can you?….Well, at least my thinking has never been about loving on or attacking  big toes…. yuk….Pete

NBC’s Miller Criticizes Golfer Summerhays

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 07-04-2013


Johnny Miller is or was a great golfer and I suppose that gives him the right to be critical of young golfers. Yesterday, Summerhays chose to use his putter from the fringes on a putt. He was about 5th is the standing or so at that time. There were two fringe cuts that he would have to putt over and Miller said he should chip it on the green and not putt. Well,, Miller was right, he knew he was right, however, he was very arrogant in his remarks when apparently two people in the crowd applauded with Miller saying at least two Summerhays fans agreed with the golfer. Mr. Miller, I think you can comment without rubbing your superior know how in. The kid is doing the best he can do and he want to earn a little money and I am sure he knows his limitations and what will work for him….. Well, maybe it was just me, but I for one did not like his “two fans” comment. Did you catch it?…Pete P S…Summerhays finished about 7th in the tourney, not to bad…..

Virginia Dale (Genie) House, My Grandmother

Posted by Pete | Posted in Downloads, News | Posted on 07-04-2013


California Jo by Genie House Genie House was my Mother’s mother. She died shortly after giving birth to my Aunt Lenoit McCool, my mom’s youngest sister. She was born sometime in the late 1800, like 1890 or so, and married my grandfather, J. I. Bonner 10/7/1907. Sometimes in her teen years before marriage she wrote an epic poem. I had seen it and had a copy of it but have misplaced it.  My nephew sent me another copy the other day and I it did not want to let it get away from me this time. So I am going to publish it here and I hope that all of you will read it, but I especially hope that all my cousins and kin will read it. It is a great honor for me to publish it on this web site. I think she did a super job. I tried to leave the spelling as she had spelled it and the name Jo, spelled as she spelled it. A hundred years or so later I think it is still good reading….Pete Hester   update: Cousin Norma Bonner Elmore supplied me a picture of Genie House Bonner’s tombstone, which reads, born Aug 1876 died Mar 1920. Thanks, Norma   Update: Cousin Sandra McCool Acker enlighted me on Grandma Genie’s real name…..Harriet Emma Virginia House Bonner, born August 16, 1878, died March 21, 1920, the day after Sandra’s mother, Lenoit Bonner was born. Thanks Sandra for the update.


Public School Kids Visit This Site….

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 04-04-2013


I want to thank the public school systems nationwide that allows their children to come by this site and read some of my stuff….Excellent location for English and Literature teachers for “how not to write”, syntax useage, etc, and so on….. Well, sorry, grammar was never my thing, but my English teacher liked me so I got a C. I guess if she had like me better I would have gotten a C + or maybe even a B. Work hard, kids, listen to your teacher or you could end up like me. Well, ok, like me ain’t too bad, but better than me is a whole lot better. Teachers, I promise a clean site….Thanks for letting your charges come by to visit…..Pete Hester

New Coach for New Mexico, water rights and stuff….

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 03-04-2013


Coach Neal was selected to lead the New Mexico Lobo basketball team for a while, six years I think. The players, alumi and supporters really like Craig Neal whose nickname is Noodles. They say the nick name is from his long, slender build while playing basketball for Georgia Tech. He has to have a good dispostion to allow his players to call him that, but now that Coach Alford is gone Noodles becomes “Coach” and that will become his new name….Trust me on that…

Water rights down in southeastern New Mexico is becoming a battle between Carlsbad on the one hand and Artesia and Roswell on the other. Carlsbad being further south of the other two cities, claims that the pumping from the underground reserviors are pulling water from the Pecos River. The Pecos is the only source of water for the Carlsbad Irrigation district and Roswell and Artesia uses pumps for irrigation. Carlsbad is sueing the two farming community in those cities to stop using the pumps. Man that can turn nasty in a heart beat. It is very similar to what Texas is saying about users in Southwestern New Mexico pumping water from underground in the Rio Grande River valley.. I hope the Lord will smile on New Mexico and send us a little more rain this year. I lot more will be ok.

I really appreciate all of you who have visited this web site and read some of my stuff. You don’t comment much about it but my cpanel records the visits you make…It does not idenify you but it does tell me the area you are from and records each visit. In 2012 I had over 290,000 hits. Already, in the three months of 2013. I have had over 100,000 hits. Thank you so much and keep coming back to see me.

Happy Easter

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 31-03-2013


REJOICE…..HE IS RISEN…AND HE LIVES FOREVER…..And thanks to our Saviour, the blood he shed covers our sins, if we ask Him to, and we too can live forever in the mansions He has prepared for us….Join me in celebrating this grand occasion and honoring Him today and every day henceforth….

Buried New Mexico Treasure…11th clue

Posted by Pete | Posted in News | Posted on 29-03-2013


Well, there you have it. Clue number eleven. Why would the man bring up out houses? I think, (that’s a troubling thought, huh, me thinking), well, anyway I think for him to bring up outhouses that there is a rest area out in the middle of out where, close to a stream, and a hot spring dumps into the stream, but it’s above 5000 feet (anywhere north of Santa Fe is over 5000 feet), with a dry canyon close by….if you find one, stroll up that canyon about as far as an old man would walk…That’s six or eight feet for me, probably more for Mr. Fenn, but probably not a heck of a lot further, remember he was carrying several pounds and a bulky treasure chest….. He did not say it was in New Mexico but the man is a true New Mexican and he would not bury that treasure anywhere else….It is in New Mexico….Folks, now is a good time to tour New Mexico and have some fun…….Drop me a line if you are successful…..Pete Hester…ps..my Houston friends updated me on the 11th clue…Thanks C & S