Piggy Back Hero
Tue Mar 14, 2006 7:02 pm
Anybody hear this tale before. Sounds incredible. Sent to me by a good friend.
Piggyback Hero
by Ralph Kenney Bennett
Tomorrow they will lay the remains of Glenn Rojohn to rest in the Peace
Lutheran Cemetery in the little town of Greenock, Pa., just southeast of
Pittsburgh. He was 81, and had been in the air conditioning and
plumbing business in nearby McKeesport. If you had seen him on the
street he would probably have looked to you like so many other graying,
bespectacled old World War II veterans whose names appear so often now
on obituary pages.
But like so many of them, though he seldom talked about it, he could
have told you one hell of a story. He won the Air Medal, the
Distinguished Flying Cross and the Purple Heart all in one fell swoop in
the skies over Germany on December 31, 1944.
Fell swoop indeed.
Capt. Glenn Rojohn, of the 8th Air Force's 100th Bomb Group was flying
his B-17G Flying Fortress bomber on a raid over Hamburg. His formation
had braved heavy flak to drop their bombs, then turned 180 degrees to
head out over the North Sea.
They had finally turned northwest, headed back to England, when they
were jumped by German fighters at 22,000 feet. The Messerschmitt
Me-109s pressed their attack so closely that Capt. Rojohn could see the
faces of the German pilots.
He and other pilots fought to remain in formation so they could use each
other's guns to defend the group. Rojohn saw a B-17 ahead of him burst
into flames and slide sickeningly toward the earth. He gunned his ship
forward to fill in the gap.
He felt a huge impact. The big bomber shuddered, felt suddenly very
heavy and began losing altitude. Rojohn grasped almost immediately that
he had collided with another plane. A B-17 below him, piloted by Lt.
William G. McNab, had slammed the top of its fuselage into the bottom
of Rojohn's. The top turret gun of McNab's plane was now locked in the
belly of Rojohn's plane and the ball turret in the belly of Rojohn's had
smashed through the top of McNab's. The two bombers were almost
perfectly aligned -- the tail of the lower plane was slightly to the
left of Rojohn's tailpiece. They were stuck together, as a crewman
later recalled, "like mating dragon flies."
Three of the engines on the bottom plane were still running, as were all
four of Rojohn's. The fourth engine on the lower bomber was on fire and
the flames were spreading to the rest of the aircraft. The two were
losing altitude quickly. Rojohn tried several times to gun his engines
and break free of the other plane. The two were inextricably locked
together. Fearing a fire, Rojohn cut his engines and rang the bailout
bell. For his crew to have any chance of parachuting, he had to keep
the plane under control somehow.
The ball turret, hanging below the belly of the B-17, was considered by
many to be a death trap -- the worst station on the bomber. In this
case, both ball turrets figured in a swift and terrible drama of life
and death. Staff Sgt. Edward L. Woodall, Jr., in the ball turret of
the lower bomber had felt the impact of the collision above him and saw
shards of metal drop past him. Worse, he realized both electrical and
hydraulic power was gone.
Remembering escape drills, he grabbed the handcrank, released the clutch
and cranked the turret and its guns until they were straight down, then
turned and climbed out the back of the turret up into the fuselage.
Once inside the plane's belly Woodall saw a chilling sight, the ball
turret of the other bomber protruding through the top of the fuselage.
In that turret, hopelessly trapped, was Staff Sgt. Joseph Russo.
Several crewmembers of Rojohn's plane tried frantically to crank Russo's
turret around so he could escape, but, jammed into the fuselage of the
lower plane, it would not budge. Perhaps unaware that his voice was
going out over the intercom of his plane, Sgt. Russo began reciting his
Hail Marys.
Up in the cockpit, Capt. Rojohn and his co-pilot 2nd Lt. William G.
Leek, Jr., had propped their feet against the instrument panel so they
could pull back on their controls with all their strength, trying to
prevent their plane from going into a spinning dive that would prevent
the crew from jumping out.
Capt. Rojohn motion left and the two managed to wheel the huge,
collision-born hybrid of a plane back toward the German coast. Leek
felt like he was intruding on Sgt. Russo as his prayers crackled over
the radio, so he pulled off his flying helmet with its earphones.
Rojohn, immediately grasping that crew could not exit from the bottom of
his plane, ordered his top turret gunner and his radio operator, Tech
Sgts. Orville Elkin and Edward G. Neuhaus to make their way to the
back of the fuselage and out the waist door on the left behind the wing.
Then he got his navigator, 2nd Lt. Robert Washington, and his
bombardier, Sgt. James Shirley to follow them. As Rojohn and Leek
somehow held the plane steady, these four men, as well as waist gunner,
Sgt. Roy Little, and tail gunner, Staff Sgt. Francis Chase, were able
to bail out.
Now the plane locked below them was aflame. Fire poured over Rojohn's
left wing. He could feel the heat from the plane below and hear the
sound of .50 machinegun ammunition "cooking off" in the flames.
Capt. Rojohn ordered Lieut. Leek to bail out. Leek knew that without
him helping keep the controls back, the plane would drop in a flaming
spiral and the centrifugal force would prevent Rojohn from bailing. He
refused the order.
Meanwhile, German soldiers and civilians on the ground that afternoon
looked up in wonder. Some of them thought they were seeing a new Allied
secret weapon -- a strange eight-engined double bomber. But
anti-aircraft gunners on the North Sea coastal island of Wangerooge had
seen the collision. A German battery captain wrote in his logbook at
12:47 p.m.:
"Two fortresses collided in a formation in the NE. The planes flew
hooked together and flew 20 miles south. The two planes were unable to
fight anymore. The crash could be awaited so I stopped the firing at
these two planes."
Suspended in his parachute in the cold December sky, Bob Washington
watched with deadly fascination as the mated bombers, trailing black
smoke, fell to earth about three miles away, their downward trip ending
in an ugly boiling blossom of fire.
In the cockpit Rojohn and Leek held grimly to the controls trying to
ride a falling rock. Leek tersely recalled, "The ground came up faster
and faster. Praying was allowed. We gave it one last effort and
slammed into the ground."
The McNab plane on the bottom exploded, vaulting the other B-17 upward
and forward. It slammed back to the ground, sliding along until its
left wing slammed through a wooden building and the smoldering mess of
came to a stop.
Rojohn and Leek were still seated in their cockpit. The nose of the
plane was relatively intact, but everything from the B-17 massive wings
back was destroyed. They looked at each other incredulously. Neither
was badly injured.
Movies have nothing on reality. Still perhaps in shock, Leek crawled
out through a huge hole behind the cockpit, felt for the familiar pack
in his uniform pocket pulled out a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth
and was about to light it. Then he noticed a young German soldier
pointing a rifle at him. The soldier looked scared and annoyed.
He grabbed the cigarette out of Leak's mouth and pointed down to the
gasoline pouring out over the wing from a ruptured fuel tank.
Two of the six men who parachuted from Rojohn's plane did not survive
the jump. But the other four and, amazingly, four men from the other
bomber, including ball turret gunner Woodall, survived. All were taken
prisoner. Several of them were interrogated at length by the Germans
until they were satisfied that what had crashed was not a new American
secret weapon.
Rojohn, typically, didn't talk much about his Distinguished Flying
Cross. Of Leek, he said, 'in all fairness to my co-pilot, he's the
reason I'm alive today."
Like so many veterans, Rojohn got unsentimentally back to life after the
war, marrying and raising a son and daughter. For many years, though,
he tried to link back up with Leek, going through government records to
try to track him down. It took him 40 years, but in 1986, he found the
number of Leeks' mother, in Washington State.
Yes, her son Bill was visiting from California. Would Rojohn like to
speak with him? Some things are better left unsaid. One can imagine
that first conversation between the two men who had shared that wild
ride in the cockpit of a B-17.
A year later, the two were re-united at a reunion of the 100th Bomb
Group in Long Beach, Calif. Bill Leek died the following year.
Glenn Rojohn was the last survivor of the remarkable piggyback flight.
He was like thousands upon thousands of men, soda jerks and lumberjacks,
teachers and dentists, students and lawyers and service station
attendants and store clerks and farm boys who in the prime of their
lives went to war.
He died last Saturday after a long siege of sickness. But he apparently
faced that final battle with the same grim aplomb he displayed that
remarkable day over Germany so long ago. Let us be thankful for such
men.
Piggyback Hero
by Ralph Kenney Bennett
Tomorrow they will lay the remains of Glenn Rojohn to rest in the Peace
Lutheran Cemetery in the little town of Greenock, Pa., just southeast of
Pittsburgh. He was 81, and had been in the air conditioning and
plumbing business in nearby McKeesport. If you had seen him on the
street he would probably have looked to you like so many other graying,
bespectacled old World War II veterans whose names appear so often now
on obituary pages.
But like so many of them, though he seldom talked about it, he could
have told you one hell of a story. He won the Air Medal, the
Distinguished Flying Cross and the Purple Heart all in one fell swoop in
the skies over Germany on December 31, 1944.
Fell swoop indeed.
Capt. Glenn Rojohn, of the 8th Air Force's 100th Bomb Group was flying
his B-17G Flying Fortress bomber on a raid over Hamburg. His formation
had braved heavy flak to drop their bombs, then turned 180 degrees to
head out over the North Sea.
They had finally turned northwest, headed back to England, when they
were jumped by German fighters at 22,000 feet. The Messerschmitt
Me-109s pressed their attack so closely that Capt. Rojohn could see the
faces of the German pilots.
He and other pilots fought to remain in formation so they could use each
other's guns to defend the group. Rojohn saw a B-17 ahead of him burst
into flames and slide sickeningly toward the earth. He gunned his ship
forward to fill in the gap.
He felt a huge impact. The big bomber shuddered, felt suddenly very
heavy and began losing altitude. Rojohn grasped almost immediately that
he had collided with another plane. A B-17 below him, piloted by Lt.
William G. McNab, had slammed the top of its fuselage into the bottom
of Rojohn's. The top turret gun of McNab's plane was now locked in the
belly of Rojohn's plane and the ball turret in the belly of Rojohn's had
smashed through the top of McNab's. The two bombers were almost
perfectly aligned -- the tail of the lower plane was slightly to the
left of Rojohn's tailpiece. They were stuck together, as a crewman
later recalled, "like mating dragon flies."
Three of the engines on the bottom plane were still running, as were all
four of Rojohn's. The fourth engine on the lower bomber was on fire and
the flames were spreading to the rest of the aircraft. The two were
losing altitude quickly. Rojohn tried several times to gun his engines
and break free of the other plane. The two were inextricably locked
together. Fearing a fire, Rojohn cut his engines and rang the bailout
bell. For his crew to have any chance of parachuting, he had to keep
the plane under control somehow.
The ball turret, hanging below the belly of the B-17, was considered by
many to be a death trap -- the worst station on the bomber. In this
case, both ball turrets figured in a swift and terrible drama of life
and death. Staff Sgt. Edward L. Woodall, Jr., in the ball turret of
the lower bomber had felt the impact of the collision above him and saw
shards of metal drop past him. Worse, he realized both electrical and
hydraulic power was gone.
Remembering escape drills, he grabbed the handcrank, released the clutch
and cranked the turret and its guns until they were straight down, then
turned and climbed out the back of the turret up into the fuselage.
Once inside the plane's belly Woodall saw a chilling sight, the ball
turret of the other bomber protruding through the top of the fuselage.
In that turret, hopelessly trapped, was Staff Sgt. Joseph Russo.
Several crewmembers of Rojohn's plane tried frantically to crank Russo's
turret around so he could escape, but, jammed into the fuselage of the
lower plane, it would not budge. Perhaps unaware that his voice was
going out over the intercom of his plane, Sgt. Russo began reciting his
Hail Marys.
Up in the cockpit, Capt. Rojohn and his co-pilot 2nd Lt. William G.
Leek, Jr., had propped their feet against the instrument panel so they
could pull back on their controls with all their strength, trying to
prevent their plane from going into a spinning dive that would prevent
the crew from jumping out.
Capt. Rojohn motion left and the two managed to wheel the huge,
collision-born hybrid of a plane back toward the German coast. Leek
felt like he was intruding on Sgt. Russo as his prayers crackled over
the radio, so he pulled off his flying helmet with its earphones.
Rojohn, immediately grasping that crew could not exit from the bottom of
his plane, ordered his top turret gunner and his radio operator, Tech
Sgts. Orville Elkin and Edward G. Neuhaus to make their way to the
back of the fuselage and out the waist door on the left behind the wing.
Then he got his navigator, 2nd Lt. Robert Washington, and his
bombardier, Sgt. James Shirley to follow them. As Rojohn and Leek
somehow held the plane steady, these four men, as well as waist gunner,
Sgt. Roy Little, and tail gunner, Staff Sgt. Francis Chase, were able
to bail out.
Now the plane locked below them was aflame. Fire poured over Rojohn's
left wing. He could feel the heat from the plane below and hear the
sound of .50 machinegun ammunition "cooking off" in the flames.
Capt. Rojohn ordered Lieut. Leek to bail out. Leek knew that without
him helping keep the controls back, the plane would drop in a flaming
spiral and the centrifugal force would prevent Rojohn from bailing. He
refused the order.
Meanwhile, German soldiers and civilians on the ground that afternoon
looked up in wonder. Some of them thought they were seeing a new Allied
secret weapon -- a strange eight-engined double bomber. But
anti-aircraft gunners on the North Sea coastal island of Wangerooge had
seen the collision. A German battery captain wrote in his logbook at
12:47 p.m.:
"Two fortresses collided in a formation in the NE. The planes flew
hooked together and flew 20 miles south. The two planes were unable to
fight anymore. The crash could be awaited so I stopped the firing at
these two planes."
Suspended in his parachute in the cold December sky, Bob Washington
watched with deadly fascination as the mated bombers, trailing black
smoke, fell to earth about three miles away, their downward trip ending
in an ugly boiling blossom of fire.
In the cockpit Rojohn and Leek held grimly to the controls trying to
ride a falling rock. Leek tersely recalled, "The ground came up faster
and faster. Praying was allowed. We gave it one last effort and
slammed into the ground."
The McNab plane on the bottom exploded, vaulting the other B-17 upward
and forward. It slammed back to the ground, sliding along until its
left wing slammed through a wooden building and the smoldering mess of
came to a stop.
Rojohn and Leek were still seated in their cockpit. The nose of the
plane was relatively intact, but everything from the B-17 massive wings
back was destroyed. They looked at each other incredulously. Neither
was badly injured.
Movies have nothing on reality. Still perhaps in shock, Leek crawled
out through a huge hole behind the cockpit, felt for the familiar pack
in his uniform pocket pulled out a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth
and was about to light it. Then he noticed a young German soldier
pointing a rifle at him. The soldier looked scared and annoyed.
He grabbed the cigarette out of Leak's mouth and pointed down to the
gasoline pouring out over the wing from a ruptured fuel tank.
Two of the six men who parachuted from Rojohn's plane did not survive
the jump. But the other four and, amazingly, four men from the other
bomber, including ball turret gunner Woodall, survived. All were taken
prisoner. Several of them were interrogated at length by the Germans
until they were satisfied that what had crashed was not a new American
secret weapon.
Rojohn, typically, didn't talk much about his Distinguished Flying
Cross. Of Leek, he said, 'in all fairness to my co-pilot, he's the
reason I'm alive today."
Like so many veterans, Rojohn got unsentimentally back to life after the
war, marrying and raising a son and daughter. For many years, though,
he tried to link back up with Leek, going through government records to
try to track him down. It took him 40 years, but in 1986, he found the
number of Leeks' mother, in Washington State.
Yes, her son Bill was visiting from California. Would Rojohn like to
speak with him? Some things are better left unsaid. One can imagine
that first conversation between the two men who had shared that wild
ride in the cockpit of a B-17.
A year later, the two were re-united at a reunion of the 100th Bomb
Group in Long Beach, Calif. Bill Leek died the following year.
Glenn Rojohn was the last survivor of the remarkable piggyback flight.
He was like thousands upon thousands of men, soda jerks and lumberjacks,
teachers and dentists, students and lawyers and service station
attendants and store clerks and farm boys who in the prime of their
lives went to war.
He died last Saturday after a long siege of sickness. But he apparently
faced that final battle with the same grim aplomb he displayed that
remarkable day over Germany so long ago. Let us be thankful for such
men.
Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:38 pm
It really is a small world..... I grew up in the town just across the river from Greenock PA and my father was a friend of Glen RoJohn.... they were both in the plumbing business in McKeesport and were friendly competitors. Like many WWII veterans my father, who passed last year, never spoke much about his 4 years as a Marine in the South Pacific and I never heard Glen speak of his exploits as a B-17 pilot.
My father was invited to give an oral history of his combat experiences at Bob Pond's Palm Springs Aviation Museum several years ago and I still get chills listening to his incredible tales on that tape. My children's children and their sons and daughters will listen to that 2 hour interview and learn about THE GREATEST GENERATION!
My father was invited to give an oral history of his combat experiences at Bob Pond's Palm Springs Aviation Museum several years ago and I still get chills listening to his incredible tales on that tape. My children's children and their sons and daughters will listen to that 2 hour interview and learn about THE GREATEST GENERATION!
Wed Mar 15, 2006 5:47 am
That is a really awesome story, thanks for sharing it here. I hope Mr Rojohn is resting in peace now.
I know of a couple of seperate incidents, one in canada and one in Australia, where EATS Avro Ansons collided mid-air and the top aircraft had to land both coupled together. I believe in one of them everyone got outok, and in the other incident the bottom pilots were killed from memory. I'm unsure which was which though.
I guess in those close formations over euope it was easy to hit another aircraft. I wonder if others became locked togather in this way.
I know of a couple of seperate incidents, one in canada and one in Australia, where EATS Avro Ansons collided mid-air and the top aircraft had to land both coupled together. I believe in one of them everyone got outok, and in the other incident the bottom pilots were killed from memory. I'm unsure which was which though.
I guess in those close formations over euope it was easy to hit another aircraft. I wonder if others became locked togather in this way.
Wed Mar 15, 2006 7:19 am
I had read this story sometime back, but it was not as detailed as this account. Makes me get chill bumps just thinking what those guys were faced with. God bless their souls.
Robbie
Robbie
Wed Mar 15, 2006 8:01 am
Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:53 pm
Glenns story lives on every month. Glenn was a member of our CAF Wing and I was priviliged to know him. He was a terriffic person and is missed.
We host a guided tour of our airport for youth groups every month and we finish the tour by telling Glenns story. Not to glamorize Glenn and his crew of course, but to bring the war close to home for the kids. To help them realize that local people fought in the war so far away and scarificed for the Freedom they enjoy today.
I heard Glenn tell this story himself several times, and he would do alright until he got to the part about his crew bailing out and several of them not making it. He would become very emotional.
I have two pictures I would like to share. One is of Glenn taken at an airshow and the other is of a painting commissioned by Glenn of the Piggy Back Flight. It depicts the two B17's locked together in flight. Problem is, I cant figure out how to attach them. If someone could instruct me a little, I will share them with the group.
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We host a guided tour of our airport for youth groups every month and we finish the tour by telling Glenns story. Not to glamorize Glenn and his crew of course, but to bring the war close to home for the kids. To help them realize that local people fought in the war so far away and scarificed for the Freedom they enjoy today.
I heard Glenn tell this story himself several times, and he would do alright until he got to the part about his crew bailing out and several of them not making it. He would become very emotional.
I have two pictures I would like to share. One is of Glenn taken at an airshow and the other is of a painting commissioned by Glenn of the Piggy Back Flight. It depicts the two B17's locked together in flight. Problem is, I cant figure out how to attach them. If someone could instruct me a little, I will share them with the group.
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Thu Mar 16, 2006 9:50 pm
I hope this works.... The photo above is of Glenn on the left, and a General MacArthur re-enactor. It was taken in 2000 at an airshow in New York. Glenn had just come back from a B17 ride. The pilots of the B17 had a surprise waiting for Glenn on their flight. After they had leveled off and trimmed up the plane, they called Glenn to the flight deck. The co-pilot slid out of his seat and told Glenn that she was his if he wanted to fly.. Glenn said he didn't give them time for second thoughts. He flew the B17 for about twenty minutes. He was beaming like a kid when he returned..
This is a copy of the painting Glenn had commissioned of the Piggy Back flight. Glenn had lithographs of it made and some of our Wing members were fortunate enough to have gotten theirs signed by Glenn. This photo was also the cover photo used by a local High School history department that gathered stories from WII veterans and put them into a book called "Silent Heros Among Us."
Glenn was a good friend and many of us miss him.... I'm glad to see others learning of his story. "Blue Skies and Tail Winds Glenn"
Thanks to Andy in West Oz for help on posting photos. This is all new to me.[/img][img]