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Produktionsblock:
B-17F-55-DL: 42-3394 bis 42-3422
Hersteller:
Douglas
- Bomber-Gruppe:
- 100th Bomb Group
- Bomber-Staffel:
- 350th Bomb Squadron
- RCL: LN-V
MACR: 7899
Geschichte der
B-17 42-3413 / Hard Luck
Delivered Dallas 10/6/43; Dow Fd 18/8/43; Assigned 350BS/100BG [LN-V] Thorpe Abbotts 20/8/43; on mission to Berlin 7/5/44 with Loren Van Steenis, Navigator: Harry Butler (Killed in Action), Bombardier: Lester Torbett{Wounded in Action}, (8 Returned to Duty); Missing in Action SW Germany oil plants 14/8/44 with Don Cielewich, Co-pilot: Lenard Moen, Navigator: Clifford Brown, Bombardier: John Cochran, Flight engineer/top turret gunner: Cyrenne Ropson, Radio Operator: Ben Baldasana, Ball turret gunner: John Funkhouser, Waist gunner: Herb Klepp,Tail gunner: Henry Sytnik (9 Prisoner of War); flak KO’d engine and fire spread and crew all bailed OK, aircraft skidded into farm and killed 10 civilians afer crashed Falken-Gesass, near Beerfeld, Ger. Missing Air Crew Report 7899. HARD LUCK !
Zuletzt aktualisiert: 4. Oktober 2017
B-17 42-3413 / Hard Luck Crew
| Position | Rang | Name | Status | Bemerkung |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| P | 2LT | Donald E. Cielewich | POW | - |
| CP | 2LT | Leonhard E. Moen | POW | - |
| NAV | 2LT | Clifford J. Braun | POW | - |
| BOMB | 2LT | John C. Cochran | POW | - |
| ENG/TT | T/SGT | Cyrenne L. Ropson | POW | - |
| RO | T/SGT | Benjamin Baldasano | POW | - |
| BT | S/SGT | John L. Funkhouser | POW | - |
| WG | S/SGT | Herbert G. Klepp | POW | - |
| TG | S/SGT | Henry J. Sytnik | POW | - |
11. November 2019 access_time 21:46
Leonard Moen is my Grandpa, who will be celebrating his 96th Birthday on November 22nd. Their plane, Hard Luck may have been hit by flack, but that is not what caused the plane to crash. Prior to their last flight, his crew was bumped from their newer B17 and inherited Hard Luck, which had many hours on it. Long story short, the Superchargers were not functioning correctly and they barley cleared the trees at the end of the runway. They requested permission to turn back to base and were denied. They struggled to keep up with the squadron becuase of the out-of-shape supercharges, which caused them to run out of fuel. That’s when they decided to abandon the plane. My Grandpa was caught on a farm.
I have a book that my Grandpa wrote for me and my son to have. He describes his story in detail and also debunks some of the claims in the history books regarding their plane.
Kevin
12. November 2019 access_time 16:53
Thank you for sharing your Grandpa’s story! 🙂
03. Februar 2023 access_time 2:38
my grandpa was Henry sytnik he died in 1997
he didn’t say much my dad was the only child. and he had us 3 kids I miss him dearly I have his war log on that day
07. Juni 2024 access_time 5:23
I am only finding this out now, but Herbert George Klepp was my father’s cousin. We don’t know much about him. It’ seems as though he was married soon after the war and then divorced. Passed away in 1975 of a heart attack. I wish I knew more. Her and the crew were true heroes serving our country and enduring POW camp.
23. Dezember 2019 access_time 17:55
Kevin,
Here is a copy of a letter Lenard wrote to the son of Don Cielewich. The full story in Lenard’s own words:
We arrived in Scotland with our crew, via the Aquatania, on July 25,1944. They moved us south to the 100th BG by train and army truck. During the first two weeks we made a couple practice flights with the crew to become familiar with the landscape. The last week in England included our first two missions whose targets were highway intersections leading from Germany to Patton’s landing in southern France. We flew in temporarily assigned, late model B-17’s on these first two missions. They had electrical controlled superchargers and other up to date instrumentation. These missions only into France (one north and one south of Paris) were uneventful and eased a new crew deceivingly into the war. The deception of these two uneventful missions was soon to be unmasked.To this point we never knew what plane would be assigned until Don came out of briefing with the info. That morning we were assigned what was to be our permanent plane, “Hard Luck.” We never saw it before or had opportunity to test it. All we had time to do was hand pull the props to clear any oil accumulation in the lower cylinders, jump in and start the engines. The mission turned out to be a tribute to its name. It was the oldest and most shot up plane left on the base. As you read the prior 100th log of events it doesn’t take much intelligence to understand the pressure that was on the ground crews to keep that miserable machine flying. They worked ungodly hours day and night to salvage the thing. Can you imagine Hard Luck coming back many times crippled, to haunt them? That day it was loaded with fifty 100 # bombs and the target was Mannheim/Ludwigshaven. The route was to fly east past the target, do a 180-degree left turn, and fly straight and level eight minutes west to the target. It took about thirty seconds for an anti aircraft shell to reach our altitude after the visible red glare from the guns below. This translates into about 16 opportunities to zero in on the group at a predictable level, direction, and speed. The Bible says, “Man makes his plans, but God directs his steps!” Little did we know or anticipate where those steps would take us.Your Dad taxied off the ramp and into lineup on the taxi strip. The practice was to kick the tail sideways to avoid blasting the plane behind, then rev up the engines for checkout. The magneto switch had three positions, “Left-Both-Right.” The running position was “Both.” Two sets of plugs operating properly produced maximum horsepower. The only way to insure you had maximum HP was by checking the L & R set of plug separately. At 1,000 RPM switching from “Both” to L or R would cause a 100 drop in RPM. That day each engine suffered a dramatic drop in RPM’s when switched from “Both.” It was obvious that the engines were absolutely shot and not maintained in contradiction to that book you read. This was event #1. More to follow-Don knew we were in trouble and radioed the lead plane (Commander), which we were not supposed to do because of radio silence restrictions. The command plane refused to let us abort the mission. Finally it was our turn to takeoff. Don revved up the engines with full throttle, released the brakes and we started moving up the runway. Yes, I said “UP.” Airfields were built on farmland that is hilly and the first half of the runway was uphill, making the opposite end of the runway only visible when you reached the top of the hill. Don was sweating bullets because we were faltering in speed. I had increased the turbo pressure into the RED but Don kept saying MORE MORE MORE. At a point like this you quickly count the risks. Do we blow the engines or crack up at the runway end? We went for the engines and just cleared the fence at the runway end. Event #2.We had taken off and landed at that field at least half a dozen times and were somewhat oblivious to a forest about a mile from the end of the runway. This time we noticed. Because of a lack of power, we were not able to climb at 400 feet per minute, the normal rate. If Don attempted to climb too fast we could stall and it would all be over. I hadn’t learned to pray, and I’m not sure whether Don was or not. We didn’t discuss those issues then and things happen so fast you don’t have time to reflect on a bible study you had. We could have reached out and touched the top of those trees. Event #3 The schedule allowed 1 1/4 hour to climb to 30,000 feet and an additional 3/4 hour to rendezvous with our group and into the assigned formation position. Our climb rate required a full two hours to get us close enough to spot the group. They had assembled and were headed east across the channel. We were still climbing and following till waters edge. Finally we made it in the very outboard position of the twelve-plane squadron flying in the high right wing position of the forty-eight-plane group. Don was exhausted and I took the controls for about 6 minutes before the next event. I forgot to mention our concern for gas consumption, among other concerns. Don and I knew that with increased manifold pressure, we were consuming much more fuel than normal. As we crossed the channel, I had checked fuel levels by moving a selector switch to each of the four positions representing our four tanks. We had been told that the wing tanks had been shot-up and were all replaced. It became evident that they messed up the sensors so that we could not get an accurate reading. We got erratic readings in subsequent monitoring, so had no choice but to ignore the gage. Event #4The right outboard engine started loosing RPM. Don took the controls again and I increased the supercharger pressure on that engine to keep the RPM constant. Don only used the other three throttle controls to maintain formation position. With the supercharger control in a new fixed position we thought we were OK but the engine started to increase in RPM and the supper charger control was non-responsive. We used the throttle to slow the RPM having already reduced the super charger. Then the RPM started to decrease again that meant someone had to jockey the throttle and supercharger control the balance of the flight. We knew this old model had hydraulic S. Charger controls and it became apparent that the ace ground crew had allowed moisture to contaminate the control system. At 30,000 feet elevation the temperature was about 15-20 degrees below zero F. The moisture had frozen, allowing only a pinhead of fluid flow and thus the poor control response. The remainder of the mission I had one hand on a throttle and the other on the S. CH. Control. Don was incredibly hanging on the wing of the plane to our left. Event #5As we winged somewhere over Northern France toward the turn point, our glorious command leader who would not let us abort, must have been praying with his eyes closed. A frontal view of 48 planes in formation gives the appearance of one leg of an X. If two groups were to meet “head on,” the appearance would complete the X shape. You guessed it! We met another anxious group on their way home—HEAD ON. A perfect X (for a moment). Ninety-six planes, forty-eight with bombs, all over the sky. The Germans should have given our glorious leaders a dingle berry cluster. A new way to destroy the enemy. Russian Roulette. Somehow our group got back together and apparently no one hit. It was like the space in an atom between the nucleus, protons, and neutrons. Only God can avoid a collision. This maneuver caused our weak kneed plane to be about 1/2 mile behind and below the group. It was remarkable that no German fighter planes were in the area. We would have been easy picking. Event #6 As we made an attempt to catch up with the group we were soon to be introduced to a mime quartet. That’s what you have when all four engines die and you feather the props. Yup, we ran out of gas-literally and physically. Brown, our Navigator gave us a heading for the base. As you know, there are only four bases, first, second, third, and home. We never did find first! If you throw a rock at 180 miles per hour at 30,000 feet elevation, how far do you think it would go? Well, that’s about how far we went. We had conveniently dumped the bombs after the first engine conked. That poor farmer never dreamed of finding a tree big enough to plant in those holes we so evenly spaced. Event #7As we descended there was a cloud cover at 8,000 feet, so Don instructed the rest of the crew to bail out the rear side door as we began to see ground. The crew chief, navigator, and bombardier had to carry their parachutes through the bomb bay and put them back on before jumping. I later found out you could not get through with them on. Don set the controls on auto (Flintstone Glide Pilot) and told me to scram. We were over the mountainous area three days walk north east of Heidelberg Germany. After trying the bomb bay route to no avail, I decided on the nose hatch. We had never been instructed on how to bail out in flight from a nose hatch. I operated the handle, expecting the door to fly open. Instead, the wind stream held it firmly at four inches open. I couldn’t close it or force it further open. There was a “T” handle attached to hinge pins, so I yanked on it with all my strength and nothing happened. By this time Don was on my back saying, “let’s get out of here.” I put my feet on a rib for better leverage and gave another terrific yank. The door left and I went with it. Don was right behind me but we never were able to find each other when on the ground. Later he told me the altimeter was reading 1,400 feet when he left the cockpit, and we were over mountains-another close one. Event #8Neither Don or I were injured when we landed, which was fortunate, considering the landscape. I chose to walk through the mountains southwest and was captured three days later in a potato patch near Heidelberg. Don later told me he hitched a ride on a freight train before capture. We both ended up at an interrogation center in Frankfurt Germany. The German officer that interviewed me had a complete history of your father, where he attended schools, at home and in the service. He also showed me a loose-leaf book on the 100th Bomb Group with pictures of the base, planes, officers, etc. He knew more about Don than I did! He also had a picture of what was left of “Hard Luck.” I must confess that I felt it was a very deserving fate. The only regret I have is that they didn’t require the ground crew to go over and clean up the mess. We were in solitary confinement for three days and then joined with several other POW officers and moved by train to Wetzlar, north of Frankfurt, where they took our flying clothes and issued Red Cross furnished regular army clothing. It was at Wetzlar that I saw Don for the first time after coming down. We both marveled that we had survived and eventually heard the same for the other crew members. We were separated again and sent to different camps. Don and I did make contact again in Mooseberg after the Germans had moved us a few times. I don’t recall where he spent the winter but it was cold and the food became scarce.The preceding story is from very vivid recollections. The events seem like it was just yesterday but other aspects of the war have completely escaped my memory. Don was muscular and persevering. I marveled at his stamina. He was personable in spite of the military rules for officers and enlisted men. He was a dedicated no nonsense soldier that got the job done but was a fun person to know and have as a friend. He was in command and a capable leader. He was someone you trusted with your life and the lives of your friends but was determined to contribute to the defeat of a tyrant, called Hitler. It was a privilege to know him and serve with him. I regret that I didn’t maintain communication with him after the war, but as I said, we have been pursuing a dream and I trust he was able to achieve much of that dream.
Finally; we were not hit by flak, we were not smoking, and we did not dive away from the formation. The engines all died within seconds of each other as the tanks ran dry. That happened while we were still a half mile behind the formation and as we took a 180 degree turn heading for home the group also made a large 180 degree sweeping turn toward Ludwigshaven on an 8 minute bomb run. The crew bailed out and Hard Luck glided to it’s death in a mountainous forest. There was nothing left to burn upon crashing, so the picture the German interogator showed me of the crumpled mess did not set the forrest on fire. In a war, following orders is essential, men and equipment are expendable, and that fact will never change.
27. Januar 2024 access_time 21:07
Ron,
Thank you for sharing what my grandpa wrote. I wish I would have seen this back in 2019 when you posted it.
Kevin
14. April 2021 access_time 17:36
Do you know about the book, With Crew 13 by Earl Benham? It’s about the Hard Luck, and Van Steenis was the pilot, but the rest of the crew does not match what you have. My dad was the tailgunner, Walter Schneider. The rest of the crew were Benham, Goodman, Butchino, Holliday, Yarnell. Ogg. I hope I didn’t forget one. They are all gone now.
21. Juni 2021 access_time 12:53
The crew I have listed is from the final mission. This B-17 flew by different crew I think.
07. Juni 2024 access_time 5:26
Herbert G Klepp was the waist gunner. He passed in 1975. He was my father’s cousin but he did not know him at all. 15 year age difference.
31. Januar 2023 access_time 21:20
Elsewhere, I have read that the B-17 “Hard Luck ” crashed on a farm, and 10-12 civilians were killed thereby.
03. Februar 2023 access_time 2:43
my gpa was the tail gunner
I have his book he wrote
03. Februar 2023 access_time 2:44
ya it’s crazy to be here cause of my grandpa he loved us kids
he grew up in Hammond Indiana that’s where I was raised
Henry sytnik
21. April 2024 access_time 19:23
I just came across these posts. I wish to confirm Wiley’s post of January 31, 2023 as true. Several years ago my wife and I took a trip to recreate my father (Don Cielewich) final mission. We started in England with a bus tour led by Don Miller (author of “Masters of the Air”) and visited Thorpe Abbott’s. The research we did before the trip also took us to Falken-Gesass Germany where Hard Luck went down, crashing into a barn and killing 10 people. We met with the family that owns the property currently who are descendants of some of those killed in 1944. The family was very receptive to our visit. It was an emotional two hours that we spent with them. Fortunately the wife spoke English and we were able to have a conversation. We have stayed in touch with the family and send them a floral arrangement in August of every year when the town remembers those killed in the plane crash in 1944. The family found a part from Hard Luck on their property after our visit and sent it to me to keep with my father’s war memorabilia, which we will be donating to the Mighty Eighth Air Force Museum later this month.
I also wish to express my gratitude to Mr Moen, who flew as co-pilot with my Dad, for generously having my wife and I visit him and personally tell me the story of their last mission, since my Dad would never talk about his war service and passed away at an early age. Mr Moen also wrote to me in great detail about that final mission, which I cherish to this day as it is the true record of the events of that day.
07. Oktober 2024 access_time 2:16
Scott,
Thank you for sharing about your visit to Germany. My Grandpa (Moen) was a wonderful man, and I was fascinated when he would share stories about his experience in WW2. We also have a short book that he wrote for us describing his experience and I read it often. His generation was truly great.
I would love to visit the Mighty Eighth Air Force Museum some day and see a piece of the plane. Our family has been curious for many years if anyone has remnants of Hard Luck.
Thanks again for sharing,
Kevin