June 6, 1944, D-Day.My outfit, the 3rd Bomb. Gp. (aka 3rd Attack Gp.). was half way around the world at Hollandia, Dutch New Guinea.For almost 2-1/2 years we had worked our way up from Brisbane, Aust. to N.E. Q'land and up the lenghth of New Guinea; and now poised for our move to the P.I.
For all that time the Forces in the S.W.P.A. had been fighting a war with one arm tied behind them. The bulk of men and materiel was going to the European theater.We had left the States in Jan. '42 with out any aircraft.We begged, borrowed or stole A-20s, A-24s & B-25s, where ever we could get them.There were times when one Sq. or another would sit idle for lack of aircraft.It wasn't until Jan. 1944 that we finally got a full compliment of A-20s for all four Sqs.
When we got word of the Normandie landing, we heaved a sigh of relief.Hoping that they would get things buttoned up in that little skirmish they had going in Europe, and we would get some much needed help in the real war in the Pacific.Fourteen months later, to the day, they dropped the A-Bomb on Hiroshima, and we all got to go home. Jack