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  • Veteran’s Day, A World Wide Observance To Remember.

    Growing up I peeled, turned the pages of black and white images of my Dad’s service in World War II.

    He served in the Army Air Force as it was called at the time. Stationed in Italy and flying over German air space to drop a variety of bombs to hasten the end of the war.

    My Dad, John R Mooers Was A B-24 Tail Gunner On A Liberator 4 Engine WW 2 Bomber Plane.
    My Dad, John R Mooers Was A B-24 Tail Gunner On A Liberator 4 Engine WW 2 Bomber Plane.

    Each B-24 liberator four engine aircraft burned 200 gallons of fuel an hour, were manned by tight, superstitious ten man crews and the bomber planes flew in all the WW II theaters.

    From Italy, Africa, in the Pacific because the B-24 had improvements over the B-17 bomber aircraft to make it go faster, further.

    Carrying about 8000 pounds, waiting for the time when the order was given to open the bomb bay doors. With German 88 mm anti aircraft guns popping around you, the wind whistling, howling through the plane that smelled like a latrine.

    Tracer bullets in the spray of ammo sent out from all sides of the flying fortress.

    Imperial War Museum London England
    What You Wore In London England To Stay Safe, Prepared For German Air Raids, Gas, Fire And Bomb Attacks.

    To help the gunner know if the target was being reached and to adjust the current, to make every second count.

    In cold, un-pressurized cabins wearing electric flak suits, oxygen masks. In what seemed like a flying tin can coffin.

    Trusting your 50 caliber gunners stationed around the plane to defend against determined fighters that were working their hardest to bring the aircraft to the ground.

    To shoot it out of the sky or at least cripple it to distract and deter from dropping those bombs hidden inside.

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    The Imperial War Museum In London England.

    If all went well, the B-24 leveling off at 28,000 feet and dropping the ordinance payload when over the primary or secondary targets  in formation.

    The pins pulled on the racks of bombs selected for the mission of the day.  To fly over, make the bunker buster, incendiary or whatever type of “bombs away” milk run a success. Then high tail it back. Lighter, faster, every plane for themselves.

    To get home to base. Eventually still alive and in time to family, loved ones state’s side. In one piece in the hop back across the pond.

    300 B-24’s went up a day in the beginning of the war and 100 of them did not come back to base.

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    Buzzing In From Overhead, V-1, V-2 Flying Buzz Bombs Look For Targets.

    Ten man crews meant 1000 men perished daily in each sortie bomb run from individual air fields.

    Or some crew members who were not killed in action in the sky parachuted into enemy territory to hopefully avoid capture. Not end up stuck in a tree or taken prisoner.

    My Dad flew in the tail gunner position of a B-24.

    I am proud of my dad, two brothers that were veterans too. On a trip to London, it was special to visit the Imperial War Museum and see the war effort from the another country’s landscape perspective. And to see the effort put in by European countries and the deep sacrifice, from the toll of war.

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    The Warcraft, Tools Of WW II Hanging In A London Museum. Showing How The Population Defended Against Air Raid, V-2 Rocket Flying Buzz Bombs.

    My youngest son Elliot was with me and toured the museum that showed what life was like under attack in London during WW II. Thinking of stories his “Buppy” had shared. Usually during slow snow storm rides on road where story telling made the time pass quicker.

    Like touring the Arizona in Pearl Harbor, not much talking happens as you observe, reflect, sense the horror, the honor at the same time of those who served. As we toured the Imperial War Museum.

    The “many that gave some, the some that gave all”.

    Thank you to veterans around the World who served, to protect freedom. On this Veteran’s Day, we pray for those lost and never found, those families that lost members or had service personnel in their flock.

    I remember Andy Spyker who told me another story about being in the Dutch Navy when Germany invaded his country of Holland and he got the news out to sea.

    Veterans Day Observvances
    War Happens In All Countries, Veterans Day Observed Around The Free World. The Tomb Of The Unknown Solider In Paris France.

    Shocked, but quickly receiving orders to defect. To rendezvous with the English and proceed at once to a nearby British naval base.

    To refuel, get provisions, re-assignment of the 26 submarime ships markings/flagging and to be briefed on what happens next for his underwater crew.

    That was instructed on English naval protocol and suddenly finding themselves in her royal majesty’s fleet, at the crown’s service.

    Working their hardest arm in arm. To get Holland, England, the World back into peace time status and free of German, Japan, Italian Axis rule.

    War. Not many escape it in their lifetime.

    Veterans Day, it’s everyday for most people, their famlies where War happened and they had a role in fighting it to preserve peace.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker

    207.532.6573 | info@mooersrealty.com | 

    MOOERS REALTY 69 North Street Houlton ME 04730 USA

  • Andy Spyker Spent World War Two Underwater, In A Dutch Submarine.

    Struggles, Trials, Setbacks, Wars. Making Your Stronger, More Grateful.
    20,000 Feet And Your Wing On Fire. How Brave Are You?

    In my job as a Maine real estate broker for over three decades, I am blessed with meeting tons of neat, interesting people.

    It is not all talking shop, only dealing with property listings during work hours either. Helping buyers, sellers from all over creation means you are part of their lives.

    Real estate buying or selling is an emotional experience.

    Of joy when you saved up for, go without to purchase your first home that the babies, one after another come home to. Or sadness when a divorce or death forces the need to sell that involves suffering, pain, heart ache for all the family members struggling through the dark times.

    As Nazi German soldiers, aircraft and artillery machinery poured in to Holland during World War Two, Andy Spyker heard the frightful news while at sea. A radio operator aboard a Dutch navy submarine who had to alert his skipper, the captain of his vessle of the frightening news. I learned the story in the process of taking Andy to various properties in Southern Aroostook. Before settling on the purchase of land acreage in Hersey Maine to build a well deserved retirement home on to enjoy his golden years.

    There were twenty six submarines in the small country of Holland under the Dutch flag during World War Two.

    Many were in port forced to surrender to the German occupation but some like Andy’s submarine out on maneuvers. And now what do we do? The leaders of the country fleeing to go in to exile and no country to go home to happening for Andy and his sub crew.

    Andy sent a hurried morse code after orders from the Captain of the submarine to try to establish communications with England military forces. Unlike the other crews back at port under German occupation, Andy’s submarine could still be useful in the fight to free his mother country of Holland. Was one of the fortunate ones. Like survivors of the Pearl Harbor surprise Sunday morning attack that devastated the country when the news spread of all the loss of life.

    Other Dutch naval units not stuck in port joined the Allied forces.

    Andy’s submarine was instructed by Her Majesty’s Royal British Navy where to report for resupply of food, ammo, diesel fuel and for any needed maintenance repairs. Hearing the story made me think of my Dad a tail gunner in a B 24 in the same European Theatre war campaign.

    Stationed in Italy and making highly successful but very dangerous day light bomb runs over Germany. Where the odds of making it back to the home airfield were about 50-50 due to precision German 88 guns. And more experienced Messerschmitt fighter planes buzzing mercilessly around your sitting duck slow loaded aircraft lumbering over the IP target bomb drop. And Dad’s plane getting shot up after one bomb run and losing altitude quickly. But managing to hobble crippled to a Balkan’s English base. Where a few days later the British picked he and his crew up. Sliding them in to another B-24 to continue their bomb runs.

    I had the privledge to tour the Imperial War Museum in London England last Christmas with family and the experience hit me in a very sobering way.

    Much like touring the USS Arizona Pearl Harbor Hawaii exhibit where no one talks. The V 2 rocket displays, the bomb shelter staged scenes from a gastly war made me appreciate my Dad even more. When I thought that was not possible for his, others in the war and behind the scenes in this country with their all out effort to gain peace. Stop the war, fighting.

    I got the same feeling of respect for my Dad reading over letters that he and my Mom sent daily. Back and forth while over in Europe. Discovered when settling the estate and going through all the items a couple collects after sixty years of marriage, over eight years of life. The two lived in a time of lots of historic changes. Had battles bigger than our first world problems that consume society today that seem so trivial in comparison.

    To end bloodshed of needless loss of life. Hug, kiss, reach out to a veteran and let him know you appreciate his dedication, sacrifice. And remember how the little things that cause drama, are so picky, minor concerns in our daily life are nothing compared to what others have gone through, endured in our families, communities.

    Maine, we honor our veterans, dead or alive. Many gave some, some gave all.

    I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker