A Bracelet in the Sand

This story is dedicated to
Lt Ashley M Guynn 710 BS 447th Bomb Group (H)
and all his crew past and present

A Bracelet in the Sand

Discovered 53 years after its owner was killed in action on April 27 1944, the orignial Bracelet in the Sand is on display at the 447th Bomber Group Memorial at Rattlesden Airfield England.

Ostend, Belgium - July, 1998

Son of a British WW2 RAF officer, Martin Collins continues his walk down the beach. He swings the scanner of his metal detector back and forth across the sand, waiting for a signal that would alert him to the presence of invisible metal objects. Martin is enjoying his vacation days on the coast of the English Channel near Ostend Belgium. His metal detector is a hobby he and his wife have enjoyed for quite some time, garnering over the years, jewelery, coins, and other objects of varying value. He has no premonition that he is about to unearth an object that will stretch across the boundries of time and distance.

The sound changes in his earphones almost unperceptibly, as the metal detector picks up faint traces of something buried in the sand. Kneeling down at the spot, Martin begins to dig. Soon an object appears. Blackened and corroded, the object appears to be some sort of a bracelet.

 By its condition it is clear to Martin, the object has been buried in the sand for some time. Peering intently at the bracelet, Martin makes out a barely discernible inscription. He looks forward to getting back home and cleaning up the bracelet. Perhaps, if he is careful and thorough, he will be able to make sense of the inscription. Arriving home, he meticulously removes the layers of loosened corrosion. There is a name and a series of letters and numbers. Time passes, the name and numbers continue to stare back at him, their mystery nagging at him for some reason. His instincts tell him it belongs to a fallen veteran. He starts his search to find the family of the owner.

July, 1999 USAF Missing Persons Bulletin Board:

"I hope that you can help me with this enquiry. About a year ago I was metal detecting on the North coast of Belgium, close to Ostend and found a sterling silver identitiy bracelet. This bracelet was completely black and by the amount of work needed to remove the layer of oxidation I can only assume that it had been buried in the sand for several years. The bracelet plate has the US Airforce pilots wings symbol applied to the front surface and under the wings the name ASHLEY M. GUYNN has been engraved. On the reverse side the number 0-746256 is engraved ( I am not sure whether the first character is a letter O or a zero ).

Would it be possible for you to investigate this and advise how this bracelet was lost. Was it lost during an operation during WW2? If so, would it be possible to let me know the details of what occurred. I am extremely curious about this. If it indeed was caused during action perhaps the owner survived and would like his bracelet returned, or if he is no longer alive perhaps there are close relatives alive who may cherish this bracelet, in which case I would gladly contact these and arrange its return. I would be very grateful if you could investigate this matter for me, or if you are unable to access this information would you kindly advise where I may be able to find further assistance. Thanks very much in advance. 
Yours truly,
Martin Collins”

Minnesota - October, 1999

Dan Johnson checks his e-mail late one evening. His wife is working the late shift at the community's critical care hospital, and he is just finishing tucking in the youngest of their three youngsters away for a good night’s sleep. Now part of his daily routine, he must use his computer to stay in touch with his many friends and contacts. He has found that being a dad is indeed a life-changing event as was promised, and the vast majority of any socializing not revolving around the children must be of the "high-tech" variety. With half of an ear tuned for any last minute rustlings from the kids, he sets about sorting through the dozen or so messages that have arrived during the day.One particularly catches his eye; a friend in California has forwarded him a copy of the message posted on the USAF missing persons bulletin board he came across by accident. After reading through it twice, and having run into many dead-ends over the years on similar quests, he knows that there is only an outside chance that he can be of any immediate assistance. Setting it aside for the moment, he finishes up the rest of the day's messages. It will be hours still before Cathy returns from the bedlam of the emergency room, so he crawls into bed after setting the alarm to greet her when she returns. Vague images of a standard USAAF Officer's ID bracelet and the name Ashley M. Guynn iintrude upon his consciousness. No matter; he is asleep within minutes

Israel - October, 1999
After three months of waiting, a message arrives for Martin Collins from the United States. The message does not say much; but it is from someone who saw his post about the ID bracelet he found. All that the message promises is that the sender will try to help out in his quest and that there is a vague mention that the sender has had some success in the past in similar situations. The message states because of a huge fire years ago, thousands of military files were lost forever, and that if anything, it is a long-shot at best. Nevertheless, the sender will give it his best effort. Martin needs no reminding of this, as he has run into nothing but dead-ends for the past year himself, but is grateful that someone has volunteered to help him..

Minnesota - October, 1999 
Dan Johnson is in luck. A couple of well-placed calls has yielded the answers he was looking for. A friend "inside" has located just the information he might be looking for. It is a "Missing Air Crew Report". At the end of the call, all he knows is that there is information on the way about the crew of the B-17 "42-107197" flown on April 27, 1944. He waits anxiously for three days for the mail to arrive.

Israel - October, 1999
Martin Collins reads the message from Dan Johnson again. He cannot believe it. After all this time, it appears he will finally learn of the bracelet and the fate of Ashley Guynn that has filled his thoughts for over a year. He takes some quiet time to reflect upon his own father's war experience in Great Britains Royal Air Force.
Stationed in the U.K. until 1942, the senior Collins was aboard a troop ship about to arrive in Signapore As the Japanese invasion forces, were about to land, Collin's ship was turned around and after wandering the Pacific for some time, ended up porting on California's West Coast. For the duration of the war his duties consisted of doing public relations on behalf of His Majesty's Royal Air Force. The senior Collins returned to England and after meeting and marrying Martin's mother-to-be, slippedhappily and quietly back into civilian life, exhausted; yet grateful that he was so fortunate.

Portland, Oregon - October, 1999
Physicist James Ashley Guynn arrives home from work late in the day. From his answering machine, he retrieves a message left by a Dan Johnson calling from Minnesota about "WW2", a "B-17" and  shley Guynn." The message he leaves says he hopes he has reached the "right" Guynn and apologizes for any possible intrusion or incovenience, but will try to contact him later that evening. James knows that this Dan Johnson has in fact reached the "right Guynn. Somewhat apprehensively, his thoughts now not what he had anticipated on this otherwise routine day, he sorts through some old photos and some vague memories. When Dan phones back, James confirms that he is thenephew and namesake of Ashley Guynn. Better yet, he has a phone number that is he is certain will be of help to Dan.

Chico, California - October 1999:
With a gracious greeting and a delightful personality that even advancing years cannot hide, Phyllis listens briefly as Dan introduces himself. He tells her of his and Martin's quest. She listens quietly and patiently while Dan speaks of the reason for his call. When he is finished, Phyllis spends the next hour charming Dan with recollections of her young husband, Ashley Guynn.

Tennessee - October, 1999
The daughter of Radio Operator George Swingle answers the phone. She is at a loss as to why her father's name and phone number is still listed in the phone book. He passed away 26 years ago in 1973. Puzzled, she knows very little of her father during the years before she was born. There had been vague references to "Bombers", "The War",  he Army Air Force", but little else. "Dad just did not talk about it much." Cautiously, quietly, yet brightly, Dan illuminates for her and her son and her brother, the bravery and sense of duty of their father, and her son's grandfather as a very young man.

South Carolina - October, 1999
Former USAAF B-17 bombardier John "Jerry" Northrup picks up the receiver for the umpteenth time that day. He is more than a little taken aback by the suddeness of hearing from a stranger who is trying to piece together the events of the April 27, 1944 flight. It has been 55 years since that time. And while he has been very active in Veterans' and POW affairs in South Carolina for many years, that a stranger would phone asking him such specific questions about that particular flight is a little unnerving at first. Nevertheless, his curiosity piqued, John Northrup listens as Dan explains to him the ID bracelet that Martin Collins has found. Giving himself time to collect his thoughts, John "Jerry Northrup reaches across the years and begins to unfold his story of that flight.

U.S.A. - November, 1999 
Luck! Former Guynn co-pilot and aviation magazine contributor, Richard Bender is finally reached. Miraclously he has an almost photographic recollection of the entire flight and after listening briefly about the bracelet, he goes to great lengths, to give insight as both a professional writer and as a crewmember. He has committed himself to the self-discipline of a meticulous adherence to facts and details. He and Mrs. Bender are enjoying their retirement years. They hope she can have her surgery scheduled so they can be be at home together in time for Christmas. A consumate professional, he details in an extraordinary manner the flight of April 27, 1944. And while he has written numerous published articles in aviation magazines and other publications, he has never written his own and he and Dan will start putting the piece together right after the holidays.

Rattlesden, England: Christmas Eve, 1943
1st Lieutenant Ashley Marion Guynn and his crew, complete their inaugural bombing mission over a V-1 rocket site as members of the 3rd Bomber Division's 447th Bomber Group. They fly the B-17 they brought over from the U.S.


Rattlesden, England: April 27, 1944
Staff Sergeant John Northrup has only been in his bunk a short time when he hears the sound of a jeep approaching. It is mid afternoon and Northrup is enjoying the sack time after afternoon chow. He'd only been with the 447th Bomb Group a short time, after transferring in from the 385th. He had flown three missions with the 385th before his regular crew had been lost. He'd transferred to the 447th as a replacement crewman and had flown six missions already, as a fill in on a number of different crews.
The door opens and a Sergeant sticks his head in. "Grab your flight gear, you are flying this afternoon!" Northrup quickly grabs his gear and hops in the jeep for the ride out to the hardstand where the B17 he is assigned to is waiting. He has no idea where the mission is going as he has missed briefing. As he approachs, Northrup can see three of the four engines of the bomber were already started. The engine closest to the entrance hatch in the nose is stopped to allow him to climb aboard safely. Throwing his gear aboard, Northrup climbs in the nose of the Flying Fortress and continues to get into his flight clothes as the big bombertaxies out for take off.

In the cockpit of the B17, Pilot 1st Lt. Ashley Guynn and Co-pilot 2nd Lt. Richard Bender work together to taxi the bomber out to the runway for take off. They'd been through the briefing and knew the plan. The 447th was for the first time in their short history, flying a second raid in one day; a bombing mission to hit a target in France, following a mission into Germany earlier in the day. They had picked up some flak damage in the nose, but not enough to seriously hamper their operational status. The Guynn crew was to fly in the number four position in the formation made up of 18 B17s.
There had been a couple of changes in the crew since their arrival, not because of problems, but due to fate or bad luck. Lt. Guynn's original co-pilot 2nd Lt. Richard Lindemann and his first engineer/top turret gunner, T/Sgt. Louis Guentner had both been lost while filling in on the crew of Lt. Finfinger. Ironically it had been Lindemann who had filled in for this mission's co-pilot Richard Bender when Bender had come down with an illness that grounded him for a short time. Guentner had filled in for T/Sgt. John Thomas. Thomas, now manned the Top turret just behind behind Guynn and Bender. Both Top turret /Engineer Guentner and co-pilot Lindemann had gone down with Lt. Finfinger's B-17 on the 20th of February. Lindemann was killed and Guentner was captured by the Germans. Bender and Thomas now had no crew, and were assigned to Guynns' crew, from whence Guenter and Lindemann had come; in effect trading places.
Ashley Guynn and his crew were on their 23rd mission. They had been with 447th Bomb Group from the time it was formed in the United States and had flown one of the group's B17s over to England. They'd flown on the Group's inaugural combat mission on Christmas Eve, 1943 and were now considered veterans, closing in fast on their 25th and final mission. At 1610 hours the last "Flying Fortress" from the 447th started its roll down the runway having been preeceded by the others at short intervals. Shortly they were formed up over the English Channel and began the flight towards France.

 Above: B-17 Flying Fortress 2107197 a few days before being shot down over Belgium

English Channel: April 27, 1944
Settled into formation in the assigned number four slot, Ashley Guynn and his crew proceeded in their combat boxes with the rest of the flight of 18 bombers. With continued skilled flying and a little luck, the crew would get their bombs on target and return to Rattlesdon safely. 

Ashley himself would soon be stateside with his high-school and then college sweet-heart and new bride, Phyllis Snow if they could complete two more missions after this one. He and Phyllis were engaged for a year and a half and were finally married in 1943; the very same day he had finished training in New Mexico. With good fortune, they could resume their life together, and hopefully the war could be won and he could return to the quiet yet rewarding life teaching elementary school kids. With even more luck, he and Phyllis would have some children of their own. They looked forward to raising a family; afterall he had been on his own for much of his life and knew the ropes of growing-up pretty well. His own mother died the year he was born and his father followed 19 years later in 1939.

Ashley does not feel sorry for himself however. He is a descendent of a large pioneer family who had settled in Chico. Its a quiet scenic town nestled in the northern reaches of California's Central Valley getting its start during the Gold Rush Days. A nice town he and Phyllis hoped to return to. Though he was a quiet, easy-going young man, he never had problems making friends and was well liked and respected by all who came to know him, especially his crew.

As the formation of bombers drones on towards France, John Northrup, in the nose of the Guynn B17, finished getting his flight clothes on. He then got a crash course in manning the nose guns and operating the Norden bombsight from the regular bombardier, 2nd Lt. Reed Hollister. Hollister in turn was filling in for the crew's regular navigator, 2nd Lt. Bernard Hadler who had failed to show up for the mission briefing. Holliste's parting words to Northrup before he resumes his own duties: "If anyone can get us back its Ash Guynn. He's the best pilot in the squadron! Finally settled into his flying clothes and with an understanding of what was expected of him, John Northrup turned to his job in the very front of the plane. He felt a cold breeze coming from somewhere. Spotting a small flak hole in the nose-glass, from the dayprevious mission, Northrup took his chest pack parachute and used it to cover the hole, stopping the cold air that was hitting him in the face.

Rattlesden, England - April 27, 1944,
Back at Rattlesden, Guynn's regular bombardier, Bernie Hadler arrives back at the base from an early afternoon bike ride to find his crew had gone on a mission he was not aniticipating, without him.

English Channel - April 27, 1944,
The bombers have reached their bombing altitude of 18,000 feet as they approach the French coast. The gunners in the rear of the plane move to their positions and check their guns. Waist gunner, Charles “ op" Mouser helps his buddy, Bernie Weis squeeze into the cramped quarters of his ball turret. "Pop" closes the turret hatch behind Bernie and watches as Weis spins and rotates the turret hanging from the belly of the plane. Satisfied that all is well, Pop turnes towards his own waist-gun stationed at the open window on the right side of the plane. Just behind him, left waist gunner Ed Kucinski test fires his gun. At the back of the plane tail gunner Ernie Hernandez kneels at his twin 50 caliber machine guns and scans the sky around him looking for enemy aircraft.

Sergeant George Swingle, in the radio room has also readied his single machine gun. It points out of the open hatch above his compartment behind the bomb bay of the B17. He hopes he does not have to use it against the Luftwaffe pilots who have taken to making head-on passes with their canon-armed Focke-Wulfs. At the same time he monitors the radio for any messages that might be directed at the bombers. With the crews set, the bombers cross the coast and head for their target. It is quiet on the radios inside the planes except for the periodic oxygen checks. At 18,000 feet all of the crews are on the oxygen necessary to keep them alive in the thin frigid air at higher altitude.

France - April 27, 1944,
Nearing the primary target the lead crew and mission commander see that the target is covered by cloud. He elects to move the formation on to a secondary target, the German airfield at Le Culot, France. The bombing goes off without incident and John "Jerry" Northrup, manages to pickle the bomb load on the target by timing his release to coincide with that of the lead plane. So far, the Luftwaffe is still on the ground and the flak over the target is not a factor. He crosses his fingers hoping the mission will turn out to be a "milk-run".

Ostend, Belgian Coast, English Channel - April 27, 1944
Turning for home and moving across Belgium towards England, the planes run into a ferocious head wind. Their progress towards England to slows to a snail's pace. To the crews in the planes it feesl like they were hardly moving as they approached the coast near Ostend, Belgium. In effect, they are little more than stationary targets for the heavy German anti-aircraft fire. As they cross over the town of Ostend , the flak begins to fire. From the nose of the Guynn B17, it looks to John Northrup like "cigarettes being lit" when he sees the flashes from the ground of the guns opening fire. The flak intensifies as the crew braces against the barrage.
With the progress of the formation slowed by the head wind, it does not take long for the flak to begin to get the range, the sounds of the bursting shells audible over the drone of the planes engines. Suddenly a scream from tail gunner Ernie Hernandez pierces the intercom as a flak shell explodes near the tail of the Guynn plane. Almost immediately, his scream is followed by another flak round scoring a direct hit on the number two engine. It sets the engine and the left wing fuel tank on fire.

Lt. Guynn realizes the plane is doomed and stabs at the bail-out bell but gets no sound. Lt. Bender flips the intercom switch and yells at the crew to bail out but gets no reply. Checking all five channels without success, it is clear that the intercom and electrical system are out. They are running out of time. As Ashley Guynn sets the autopilot, to give himself and the others a fighting chance to escape, the men on the flight deck begin to undo the straps on their seats and prepare to bail out.
In the radio room, George Swingle is rocked by the second blast right after hearing Ernie Hernandez's scream over the intercom and looks out the window towards the left wing. He sees the fire streaming from the engine and fuel tank and knew it was time to get out. Hooking on his chest pack parachute, he opens the door and moves quickly towards the rear escape hatch. Spotting the two waist gunners looking dazed in their positions he grabs the closest and pulls him towards the door. After releasing the door, he pulls himself and Ed Kucinski out of the plane, pulling Kucinski's ripcord first--and then his own. The two men are the first to escape the fatally injured Fortress.

Back in the waist, Pop Mouser comes to his senses after the second explosion, and turns towards the ball turret where his buddy Bernie Weis is trapped. Cranking the turret desperately until the escape hatch is inside the plane, he snatches and pulls at Bernie until he is out and they both prepare to bail out. The plane is beginning its final dive towards the ground, out of control; they are rapidly running out of time.
In the nose, John Northrup gets bounced around by the hit of the second artillery round and senses the plane beginning to nose over. Peering out the nose he can see the ground filling the view and knows the B-17 is in its death throes. It is time to leave. Crawling back towards the nose escape hatch he can see Reed Hollister and John Thomas at the hatch with Hollister working desperately to open it. Suddenly Northrup is pulled to a stop by the wires to his electrical flight suit, his radio and the hose from his oxygen mask. In his haste to get out he'd forgotten to unhook himself. Quickly he unhooks from all the lines and starts moving again, just then realizing he'd forgotten his chute that was covering the hole in the hose. Going back a second time, he grabs pack, he hooks it to his harness and moves to the hatch, waiting for the other two men to leave first.

As Hollister leaves the plane, the left wing suddenly folds up. The bomber spins wildly out of control, trapping the other men inside with centrifugal force. John Northrup lay pinned in the nose by the sheer force of the spin. It is too late to get out. He wishes for unconsciousness so he won't have to endure his last agonizing seconds in gravity's rush to the ground. As quickly as the thought comes, he is knocked out by something loose crashing around the nose.

In the back of the plane, Pop Mouser begins to climb towards the escape hatch as the bomber entered its death spin. He is stunned by something and his movement stops. Ernie Hernandez never gets out of the tail, dead or seriously wounded. Bernie Weis is also trapped in the rear of the falling plane.

In the cockpit, Richard Bender has managed to grab his chest pack from the back of his seat and hook it on. He sees John Thomas sitting near the tunnel to the nose hatch and motions him forward. He then sees Thomas roll into the tunnel. Behind him he can feel Ashley Guynn moving as well. Bender decides to try and get the bomb bay doors open and jump that way, while Guynn moves into the tunnel towards the nose where Thomas has just rolled. Despite his efforts, the bomb bay doors will not open, and Bender sees flames through the crack on the bottom of the plane. As the wing folds Bender feels himself rolled and trapped against the ceiling of the flight deck.Something covers his eyes and he can feel things rolling around him.

Ostend, Belgium -- April 27, 1944

Silence.

The noise of the engines and the falling plane was gone. Richard Bender managed to push whatever was covering his eyes away from his face and saw the sky. Around him were nothing but fragments of airplane rushing earthbound in a mock race toward the earth in gravity's pull. The largest part he could recognize was the vertical tail flipping down towards the Channel. He could clearly read the 197 of the serial number as it fell away. Looking down for the ripcord, Bender saw what looked like canvas ripped and flapping from the fall. Fearing it was his chute pack, he decided to pull the ripcord to find out. After an eternity lasting mere seconds, it opened and was intact. The ripped fabric was instead from his flight overalls that were ripped on one leg from the ankle to the crotch. 
As his fall slowed under the chute, Bender could see a spiral of black smoke falling to the ground. He also spotted three or four parachutes and his heart sank to think so few had gotten out of the plane.

John Northrup came around to find himself hanging from his parachute, with no knowledge of how he'd escaped the plane. Looking up he could see his chute was torn, but it was still doing the job as he drifted down towards a farmer's field. He soon drifted back into darkness. Pop Mouser in the rear of the plane came around as well to find himself still in the aircraft. Looking up he could see the tail of the plane had been ripped away. Looking down, he could see Bernie Weis sitting near the ball turret. To his shock he also saw that the front of the plane was goneas well -- from the radio room forward. He and Weiss were falling in the remains of the fuselage between the tail and main wing. He quickly made his escape out the rear, while Bernie Weis fell out the front. Both men pulled their chutes and began to drift down, watching the remains of their plane fall in pieces. Some parts fell outside of the town of Ostend, while most of the plane hit the waters of the Channel.

Ostend, Belgium -- April 27, 1944

Ashley Guynn, John Thomas and Ernie Hernandez had failed to get out of the plane, trapped in the remains by the forces of the death spin just before it exploded in mid-air. 

The Guynn plane was the only bomber of the eighteen that did not return.

For the survivors, the immediate future meant capture and a grim life as a prisoner of war.

John Northrup landed in a field and was almost immediately captured by German soldiers from the local flak battery. He'd broken his leg, either in exploding plane, or on landing, he never knew which.

Pop Mouser and his buddy Bernie Weis were also captured quickly.

Ed Kucinski came to after landing in the Channel, having been saved by the quick actions of George Swingle in getting him out of the plane.

Kucinski somehow managed to struggle ashore and was captured.

George Swingle drifted down towards the town and landed hard on the roof of a building, breaking his ankle while punching a hole in the roof at the same time. He hung on for dear life as he felt himself slipping. Throwing tiles down and yelling for help finally attracted some attention. Local civillians found a ladder and went up and brought him down. He ended up in a hospital bed in Brussels right next to John Northrup.

Richard Bender saw himself drifting towards the water and worked hard to slip his chute to get him back towards land. He then saw he was headed for a swamp and worked away from that, only to land in a barb wire entanglement where he was trapped until the Germans sent in a young soldier to get him out.

Reed Hollister was also captured quickly.

Belgium - 1944

The seven survivors soon were headed to Dulag Luft for interrogation and then towards over a year as prisoners of war. The wreckage of the plane was removed from where it had fallen and the bodies of the three dead crewmen were recovered.

 John Thomas and Ernie Hernandez were identified by dog tags or other identification found on their remains. The third body remained unidentified and was buried as unknown" along with the other two men in an English Cemetery at Coxyde, Belgium.

The war in Europe raged on to its conclusion the next year. After the war, the survivors returned home, as did those killed. By the date of death and knowing the identities of the other two men buried at Coxyde, identification of the "unknown" was made by process of elimination. Lt. Ashley Guynn returned to his hometown of Chico, California where he was buried with full military honors alongside so many of his relatives from years ago.

Epilogue - 2000

Time went by, lives moved on, and Ashley Guynn drifted out of people’s memories. Until one day a man took a walk on a lonely stretch of beach in Belgium.

Only three members of the crew are still alive. Richard Bender, John "Jerry" Northrup, and ball turret gunner Bernard Weis. Ashley and Phyllis Guynn's modest little cottage home on Eighth Street in Chico, California is still where it used to be. The neighborhood is virtually unchanged, with the exception of the State University. It is a peaceful and quiet place, just a few blocks away from where Ashley was buried as a Captain after the war. Phyllis remarried eventually and lives with her husband in Chico. She still thinks often of Ashley. James Ashley Guynn is a physicist for a large national corporation in Portland Oregon. He was born a little more than 12 months after the loss of his Uncle Ashley, for whom he is named. He was of great help, and support.

Martin Collins and his wife recently traveled to Rattlesden Airfield where, after consulting with Ashley's family and Richard Bender and John Northrup, there was mutual feeling that the Bracelet In The Sand will go on display at the 447th Bomber Group Memorial at Rattlesden Airfield England, to honor Ashley's and his crew's memory.

Dan Johnson and his wife Cathy are busy raising three young children. Dan continues to work tirelessly to bring news to lost friends and family members with the history of their WW2 airmen.

With great sadness, Mrs. Richard Bender passed away unexpectedly. As Richard was preparing to drive her home from the hospital following surgery, Mrs Bender collapsed just as they were completing her discharge papers. It was Christmas Eve, 1999 -- Fifty Six years to the day of the first mission of the Ashley Guynn crew.

CREDITS

IN GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT

To Dan "+Tiff" Johnson for authoring

To Richard Bender for keeping the memory alive

To Martin Collins for caring enough to search

To John Northrup for reaching back

To James Ashley Guynn for remembering

To Phyllis Guynn a delighful lady for her insights

To The Guynn Crew for their sacrifice and especially;

To Captain Ashley Marion Guynn, USAAF ....A Job Well Done.

The original PDF of this story can be downloaded here.  It contains additional information, photos, and documents. 

Marc and Julia wish to thank Martin Collins for allowing us to share this story on Eat, Drink, and Carry A GPS. We will remember. 

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