Sunday, December 27, 2009

Bacil Ocheltree in the C.C.C.s


by David Parmer & Donna Gloff,
materials from Linda Morton-Keithley

Bacil Ocheltree was born in November of 1916 to James David and Mary Frances (Posey) Ocheltree. He grew up on Chop Fork on Route 2, Orlando, among dozens of cousins, as his father's brothers owned the nearest farms. Further down the road toward the town of Orlando Bacil would have passed the Barnetts' place and Pat and Agnes (Kilker) Carney's place.

Bacil kept journals. His journal from his service in the Second World was entered in this 'blog on 11 Dec. 09. He had kept a journal for a while in 1938 when he was in the CCCs on the Idaho/Montana border. In the 1970s he shared that journal with the idaho State Historical Society. Here is what he sent them.

Idaho State Historical Society
450 N. 4th St
Boise, Idaho 83702-6027
I enrolled in the Civilian Conservation Corps on July 12, 1938 at Fort Knox, Kentucky.
We traveled by train to Darby, Montana. There we were put on trucks and rode 60 miles to C.C.C. Co. 1501 Deep creek Camp F-45 in the Bitteroot national Forest, Idaho. This C.C.C. Co. 1501 had transferred from Dillion, Montana in the Spring of 1938. it was a tent camp. only the Mess hall and laundry were permanent buildings.
We built the trails, roads, telephone lines and fought forest fires.
A New camp was being built on Trapper Creek about 10 miles from Darby Montana. I was sent over to the new camp in late August 1938 to work with the plumber on the Water System.
In the spring of 1939 I asked to be sent on detach service back to Deep Creek Ranger Station for Summer Work. We worked all the trails and telephone lines fro Neyperce Pass to paradise on the Selway River.
I decided to keep a diary for the month of July
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Left above: First page of the six page letter, with Bacil's journal, to the Idaho State Historical Society.
Left: 1 is Orlando, 2 is Fort Knox, KY where Bacil joined the CCCs, 3 is Bitteroot National Park, 4 is Newton falls, Ohio where he settled and married his bride after World War II.
Right below: boundaries of Bitteroot National Park.
JULY 1, 1939 Sat.
Went to Darby, Montana today with Talor the truck driver to pick up Supplies. Had to stay over in town.
JULY 2, 1939 SUN.
Left Darby at 11:00 AM
Got back to the ranger Station at 2;30 p.m.

JULY 3, MON.
No work today. Went fishing.
JULY4, TUE.
A day of rest. Ate to much.
JULY 5, WED.
Worked the telephone line over Sabe Mountain.
JULY 6 THUR.

We finished the line over Sabe Mt. to the border of Neyperce National Forrest.

JULY 7, FRI.
Worked the line on trail to Nick Wynn Lookout today. It was awful hot.
JULY 8, SAT.
Went to town today. Had a very good time. Got
back at 5 A.M. in the morning.
JULY 9, SUN.
Went to a fire today. We are called Spat fire chasers. Rode the truck as far as possible then walked until 10:30 P.M. and camped out in our sleeping bags until morning.
JULY 10, MON.
Found the fire soon after breakfast. Took one and a half hours to put the fire out. Walked the rest of the afternoon to put out another fire. Back at the Ranger station at 10 P.M.
JULY 11, TUE.
Worked half day on trail the other half day Spent around the station expecting to go to another fire.
Right: Current photo of the bridge
Left below: Current photo of a forest fire in Bitteroot national Forest

JULY 12, WED
We stayed around the station today in case of
another fire. Lots of thunder storms in the area.
JULY13, THUR.
We worked around the station all day putting up a fence. No fire as yet.
JULY 14, FRI.
Worked the line up Burnt Strip Mt. from Indian creek for four miles.
JULY 15, SAT.
Washed and ironed my clothes and then cleaned out our tent.
JULY 16, SUN.
Went for a hike down the road. Got a ride to Magruder Park. Lots of campers there. Saw one swell looking dame.
JULY 17, MON.
Worked the line down from Hells half acre Mountain to Deep Creek road. It was very easy work.
JULY 18, TUE.
My Birthday- We worked the magruder line and trail from Kim Creek Saddle to the Station. Lost an axe.

JULY 19, WED.
Went to Neyperce Lookout tower today. Worked the trail up and the line back. Ilike it best of all the Lookout towers I have seen so far.
JULY 20, THUR.
We worked the line to Magruder Mt. today. We were up in the tower. It was very Shakey.
JULY 21, FRI.
Went up Fire Mt. today. We had to Wade the river. It is the toughest trail yet. Only went about a mile.
JULY 22, SAT.
We went on a fire last night up Salamander Ridge. Got there at 10;30 P.M. Got the fire out and and back at 1:00 P.M. today. I was real sleepy and tired.

Right: Bacil on wash day in camp
Right below: Bacil and two frinds, location unknown.
JULY 23, SUN.
Four of us went prospecting for Gold today at Blondie’s Cabin. He let us use his equipment. We didn’t find much but it was a lot of fun.
JULY 24, Mon.
We worked Fire Mt. again today. Went about a mile. I sure was tired when we got in this evening.
JULY 25, TUE.
We finished the line and trail to fire Mt. today. I called up the Station on the phone to make sure it was working. I was glad we finished it.
JULY 26, WED.
Worked the line and trail down the Selway river below paradise. We walked 5 miles. I cut my foot with a Brush hook and killed one Rattlesnake.
JULY 27, THUR.
Still on the Selway job today. this is an awful place for Rattlesnakes. Killed three more today.
JULY 28, FRI.
We finished the Selway trail today. put up two signs. Got one more Rattler.
JULY 29, SAT.

I did not do much tody. Washed some clothes. Went to town after supper.
JULY 30 SUN.
Got back from town at 4;00 AM this morning. Slept most of the day.
JULY 31, MON.
We started the Little Clearwater trail today. going to camp here next week.
AUGUST 1, TUE
On the same trail today. we are changing the trial out of the river bed. Saw some big trout today.
AUGUST 2, WED.
We worked real hard, blasting and digging the new trail. We are almost at our camp ground site.
AUGUST 3, THUR.
Worked only half day. A lightening storm came up and we had to quit.
AUG 4. FRI.
Stayed at the Station today because we expected to have lightening fires. Buzzed Wood all day.
AUG 5, SAT.
Went fishing. Didn’t have much luck. Listened to the radio until 11:00 P.M. Waiting for fires to break out.

AUGUST 6, SUN.
Went fishing again today. had better luck. Caught 13 nice trout. Missed my dinner. Will be moving soon up to Paradise to build New Forest service Station.
The last day by day entry.-
We worked on the Forest Service building until late Fall of 1939.
While there I got to meet John Houston the movie producer and actor, and his wife. They went down the Selway River to some ranch to go hunting and fishing. We ran the battery dead on his 1938 ford listening to the car radio and had to push his car to get him going after he came back from his trip.
When the weather was bad we went back to our Camp Darby.
In July of 1940 I was discharged out with 2 years of Service. It was a great 2 years of my life, especially the time I spent in the State of Idaho.
I came back for a visit to Paradise Station and Magruder Ranger station in 1972 and enjoyed it as much as I did the first time.
Enclosing a few photos that might be of interest to your Society.
Yours Sincerely,
Bacil H. Ocheltree
10272 Whippoorvill RD
Newton Falls, Ohio 44444
Left: Bacil Ocheltree's discharge papers from the CCCs.

Comment by Donna Gloff

From Rocky Mountain Maps and Guidebooks: "You will find this spectacular 1.6 million acre forest in southwest Montana and Idaho to be a priceless national heritage. Half of the Bitterroot National Forest is dedicated to the largest expanse of continuous pristine wilderness in the lower 48 states--the Selway Bitterroot, Frank Church River of No Return, and the Anaconda Pintler. Much of its beauty can be attributed to the heavily glaciated, rugged peaks of the Bitterroot Range. Drainages carved by glaciers form steep canyons that open into the valley floor."

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Merry Christmas ! ! !

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This is a reprint of the Christmas entry in 2008.
Merry Christmas!!!


Left: Cover of the 1910 Sears Christmas Catalog. This would have been in nearly every home in Orlando.
Right: Sheep, in recent times, on the Kilmarnock Farm up Clover Fork.


by David Parmer
Snow had usually blanketed the ground in Orlando by Thanksgiving, if not before. The Artic chill swept out of the north and settled throughout West Virginia creating a crust of ice on the old snow, and on each new layer of snow which fell. "Winters were much more severe then than they are today," said Ethel Doyle of Three Lick, "snow came early and it was bitter cold all winter long." Families in Orlando "usually got their coal in well before Thanksgiving," said Helen Jeffries. "People would take their pickup trucks to Gilmer and load up with coal at the tipple, or Darnall would deliver it." There was a striking difference between present day Christmas weather and the weather during the time of our grandparents in the early and mid 1900’s. The weather seems to come foremost to the minds of our older citizens when asked about Christmas of yesteryear in Orlando.
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Winter Recreation

Mildred (Morrison) McNemar, who is now 74 years old, remembers Christmases in Orlando. "The boys and girls used to sled ride down the Orlando hill toward downtown, across the bridge and would usually came to a stop in front of Mike Moran’s wholesale building." "The boys would carry buckets of water and throw it on the hill to form ice on the hill. It would get so slick that cars couldn’t get up the hill," Mildred recalled. "It was lots of fun. You had to go across the bridge; you couldn’t turn the curve to go up Oil Creek because you would slide off the road and down the hill toward the creek."

Left; Forrest Allman, son of Orlando's telegrapher Gaver Allman, about 1837. For more about the Allmans see the Oct '07 entry Gaver Hamilton Allman: Telegrapher and Freight Agent
Right: in front of the Christmas tree, are Amos and Mable (Posey) Henline with their young daughters Belinda and Olive Alice about 1945.


Ethel Doyle remembers one cold, snowy winter on Three Lick around 1930 when she was about fourteen that she and her sister Virginia, and Pid Henline’s children, Jessie, Ruth, Denver, Ernest and Ed, got out their farm sled, loaded it with hay, hitched up the horse and took a sled tour of Tulley Ridge. "It was a lot of fun," recalls Ethel. "There weren’t any paved roads, and you didn’t go anywhere in the winter time and winters lasted a long time. You stayed at Orlando."Dale Barnett also remembers that Charley Knight would help bring a little noise to the Christmas holiday cheer in Orlando by stocking up on firecrackers and Roman candles in his store which were always a favorite of Orlando youth. Dale recalls that Charley Knight enjoyed Christmas time, in a true merchant’s way, by having displays of toys and other Christmas goodies, such as hard tack candy, nuts, and oranges, in his store.
Left: Stock photo from the internet of a Roman candle display.
Right: On Christmas day in 1938, 10 year old Jane Stutler wrote this Christmas message in the autograph book of her sister Mary Stutler: "Orlando, W. Va. Dear Mary,The snow has been falling for Christmas. The hills are white. The house top and trees are white. School is out for one weekand I am glad of it. We had a program at school & Sando Clase & his wife was at school Fri. Your sis Jane Stutler". Double click on the picture th enlarge it. Also, see more about this in the Apr '06 entry Oil Creek Christmas 1938.
Also, see a photo of Jane with her mom Edith and younger brother Bill during this era at March 22, 2007 Young Hobos Called to Account in Buzzardtown
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Schools Observe Christmas
The school in Orlando was the focal point of community activity. In this day of consolidated schools, small communities such as Orlando are deprived of the sense of togetherness which was present during the days of our grandparents, especially during the Christmas holiday. Dale Barnett remembers fondly the Christmas celebrations at the Orlando school. Dale went to school in Orlando from the late 1920s to the late 1930s. "Christmas was always a big to do," said Dale. "The school would have a big tree." Mildred (Morrison) McNemar, a tad younger than Dale, also recalls the trees which the school had each Christmas. "The tree would be decorated with red and green crepe paper which was twisted or interwoven to look nice, strings of popcorn wrapped around the tree, and a few ornaments filled in the spaces." Parents would come in and decorate the tree, Mildred remembered, especially Marguerite Moran who took a great pride in the Orlando School. Mildred remembers one Christmas when the students dressed like toys and circled the Christmas tree. "I was dressed like a top," Mildred recalls, "my mother was an excellent seamstress." "She fashioned red and green cloth material around a wire hoop which hung from my shoulders. A yellow stripe went around the middle of the top which gathered tightly around my ankles so that I could hardly walk." "I was so proud of my costume." Mildred recalls that practically the entire community would be at the school for the festivities of the day which included a Christmas program which included not only the students, but teachers and parents, as well." Mildred also remembered that for some reason at one Christmas pageant at the Orlando school the parents and audience sang My Grandfather’s Clock." [Click to listen to Burl Ives sing My Grandfather's Clock ] It is strange that I can remember that after all these years," said Mildred. Mildred also recalls a personal disaster at one of the Christmas pageants at the Orlando School . "Maggie Hamilton was one of the program directors, and was coaching me on a solo to be sung. It was ‘Away in a Manger.’ I went out to sing and saw all those people and I froze and couldn’t open my mouth. It seemed like I stood there an hour. Finally Maggie pulled the curtain down on me. That ended my singing days."

Dale Barnett remembers during his days at the Orlando School that Stewart Blake and his sons would come in and play music for the school. "That was an extra special treat", remembered Dale. Dale also remembers the Christmas plays which were given each year, followed by a party, and a visit by Santa Claus who would pass out packages of candy to all the school kids. Mildred (Morrison) McNemar also remembers the visits by Santa and the welcome gifts of candy.
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Rosemary (Riffle) Crutchfield of Burnsville went to the lower Clover Fork School which was beside the Clover Fork Methodist Church. Rosie particularly remembers her favorite teacher, Virginia McCoy Skinner, who arranged the Christmas programs. "Each student would have a memorized recitation to give." When Santa came, he would give each student an apple, or orange or candy bar or a pencil. "It wasn’t much but it meant so much to us."

Rosie also remembers that she and her family would spend Christmas eves at the home of her parents on Clover Fork. "One evening when we were coming back to Burnsville, Penny and Timmy," her children, who were in the back seat, were looking into the sky as they approached McCauley Run, when they excitedly exclaimed "there goes Santa Claus in the sky." Whether it was an apparition, or a child’s fancy, Penny and Timmy were sure they saw Santa on his way to their house. Nevertheless, it is a wonderful memory of Christmas.

Right: two other grandchildren who came "home" with their folks for Christmas. The children of Oras and Edith (Skinner) Stutler migrated to Detroit in the late 1940s and early 1950s. Donna (Witzgall) Gloff and Joe Burgett were two of the nine grandkids Santa visited in the parlor of the former Dolan Hotel in 1951. The Sep '06 entry Joe's Song is about the little boy in the picture.

Helen Jeffries, who lived on Oil Creek, and whose sons went their early years to the Orlando School and their latter elementary years to Walnut Grove on Oil Creek, remembers somewhat embarrassingly, that her son John, now a retired state policeman, was dressed as Santa during a school program, and in the midst of some activity suffered a draft to his behind when his pants fell.

Mildred (Morrison) McNemar remembers during one Christmas season that John Brown, the Orlando principal, allowed Irene and Jane Conley to bring Christmas records to school to play on the school’s old record player. Students were allowed to stay after school to listen to the music. Mildred said that it was very nice because not many people had the opportunity to listen to phonograph music.

Mildred remembers however that the real excitement for the school kids was when Santa would make his appearance. "It was a special time." Kids didn’t have much at home throughout the year, and this meant so much to us." Mildred also remembers that when she was about fourteen, her neighbor Helen Jeffries, crocheted a little cross book marker about four inches long, interwoven with red ribbon, for her as a Christmas gift which she treasures to this day. "Little things mean a lot at Christmas," said Mildred.
Christmas Meals
In the olden days in Orlando, a Christmas meal was always special. "Charley Knight would always order oysters which were eaten in Orlando about once a year, and that was at Christmas," recalls Dale Barnett. "The train service was so good that Charley could order oysters one day and have them the next." Many families who lived in Orlando during the early to mid 1900s remember the pleasure of Charley Knight’s oysters. When Charley Knight closed his store, Deck Brown who had bought the old Bill Conrad Store after Denver Pursley had it a couple of years, continued the Orlando tradition of having oysters as a special treat for his customers. Sandy (Burgett) Conrad, whose folks bought the store from the Browns, recalls also that for Christmas the store would get in salt fish and opera creams.When asked if her family had turkey for Christmas dinners, Ethel Doyle of Three Lick, said "Oh, no, turkeys were to be sold for cash, we always had chicken for Christmas dinner." Helen Jeffries remembers that her family, a few weeks before Christmas, would pen up their largest rooster, and fatten it for their Christmas feast. Mildred (Morrison) McNemar remembers that the main course at her home was a "fattened up hen." The traditional mashed potatoes, [white] sweet potatoes, green beans, dressing, gravy, pies and cakes, were served along with the Christmas fowl. Helen Jeffries remembers one Christmas mistake when she took a notion to prepare a goose for the Yule-Day meal. "It was so fat, that after it rendered down, there was scarcely enough to go around." That was the last Christmas goose in that family.

As children of Orlando families moved away to Ohio or other places for work, Christmas was always a great time to go back to Orlando to celebrate the holidays with the aging parents. Cars with out of state licenses could be seen up and down Oil Creek, Clover Fork, Three Lick and all of the other small hollows around Orlando. It was a welcomed visit, and a happy one, and is the source of many memories of the Christmases in Orlando.

Thanks to Dale Barnett, Rosemary (Riffle) Crutchfield, Ethyl Doyle,
Helen Jeffries and Mildred (Morrison) McNemar for their memories!
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Friday, December 11, 2009

T/Sgt. Bacil H. Ocheltree- Another Orlando Boy Who Served His Country


Don't miss the transcription of Bacil Ocheltree's log book of his flight missions over Europe at the end of this biography.

by David Parmer

A Long Way from the Hills
It’s a long way from Chop Fork to Podington, England. The son of a farm family, Bacil Ocheltree, grew up on Chop Fork, also known as “Booger Hole,” on Route 2, Orlando. Born in 1916 to James David and Mary Frances (Posey) Ocheltree, Bacil’s youth was spent doing chores and farm work on his father’s farm, perhaps dreaming of places far off like England, France and Germany, while he hoed corn and slopped the hogs. Little did Bacil know that before he reached his 26th year he would have lived on the cold plains of Montana, caught monster trout and panned for gold in Idaho, trained in Florida as a bomber crewman, drunk English ale in the pubs of England, and braved flak and Messerschmitt Me 262’s in the icy cold skies over Germany aboard B-17 bombers.

Right: Bacil and Mary (Pinter) Ocheltee, married 23 January, 1947.

Chop Fork
Chop Fork was a remote place seventy five years ago. Located in Braxton County near the village of Knawl and with a mailing address of Rt. 2, Orlando, the farm of James David Ocheltree and Mary Frances (Posey) Ocheltree was equally far from Burnsville and Walkersville, the home of the closest high schools to the Ocheltree farm, but only about four miles from downtown Orlando, and a mere two miles from the Clover Fork hamlet of Blake.
Coon hunters in the Orlando area, however, knew Chop Fork as prime territory for the nocturnal coon and referred to this hilly coon hunting area as “Booger Hole.” With Posey, Blake and Ocheltree ancestors, it would be an educated guess that Bacil was a practiced coon hunter during his youth and joined in the pursuit for the “masked bandit.”

Farm children of Chop Fork, including the Ocheltree children, attended the public school on Barbecue Run during the 1920’s. Just over the hill to the east from Chop Fork, the Barbecue Run School would have been a short climb up a hill for the Ocheltree children. Climbing hill to the north from Chop Fork would have taken the Ocheltree children to Clover Fork, just above Middle Run.

As with most places in the United States, coming of age in the early 1930’s was difficult, especially for young men from the Orlando area. A lack of nearby high schools and a lack of employment opportunities painted a bleak economic portrait for this young man from Chop Fork until he heard the call from the CCC.

Civilian Conservation Corps
In 1933, Congress created the Civilian Conservation Corps in order to put the youth of America to work. Many boys from the Orlando area responded to the promise of steady work, plenty of food to eat, and the adventure of faraway places. The allure of the red hot glass furnaces at Weston glass plants and not-so-steady work paled in comparison to the promise of spectacular views of the Rocky Mountains and full-time outdoor work. Young Bacil Ocheltree cast his ballot for the CCC and the Wild West. In 1938, Bacil joined the CCC, enrolled at Fort Knox, Kentucky and went to Darby, Montana by train. From Darby, Bacil was trucked to the Deep Water CCC Camp in the Bitterroot Mountains of Idaho. Except for a short time in Montana, Bacil’s two year enlistment was spent at the Deep Water Camp, fighting fires, building trails and roads and other improvements. According to his niece, Joyce Clark, Bacil also worked as a doctor’s assistant at the CCC Camp. Bacil enjoyed his CCC experience as a youth and in 1972 made a return trip which he enjoyed as much as his initial stay at Deep Water. One memorable experience Bacil recalled from his CCC days at Deep Water was getting to meet John Huston, the actor and movie producer.

Flight Engineer
World War II changed the lives of many young men and women. For hundreds of thousands of promising young men and women, the war would end their lives as it did for Bacil’s brother Lydle who perished in the crash of his B-17 over Belgium in 1943. But duty called and Bacil answered the call of induction in 1942.

Although he did not have the opportunity to go to school beyond the first eight grades at Barbecue Run, Bacil showed great aptitude for the mechanical arts on his military tests. He was sent to military schools to receive training as an airplane electrical and engine mechanic and in flexible gunnery. Ultimately, this training placed him as a flight engineer on a bomber crew, with duties to maintain the engines and complex mechanical systems on heavy bombers while in flight. As a flight engineer, he would also be available to man the dorsal ball turret machine gun. After completing his training at air fields in Florida, Bacil shipped out to England in June 1944.

Bombs Away
In early 1944, Hitler was in control of the European continent. The American Air Force had been bombing German assets in Europe since early in the war and had suffered staggering casualties in the process. The life expectancy of an American bomber crew flying daylight missions over Europe was short. Thousands of bombers had been lost as had tens of thousands of young American airmen. Bacil’s brother Lydle who had been a radio operator on the B-17 “We Ain’t Scared” had been one of those casualties and was interred in a makeshift Belgian grave when Bacil arrived in England. The goal of every bomber crew, besides doing the best job they could in bombing their assigned targets, was to return home safely to their loved ones. The casualty lists had been so frightful that the High Bomber Command established a rule that after taking part in 25 missions over enemy territory, the crewman would be rotated out of combat and returned to the States. Later in the war because of chronic crew shortages, the number of required missions was increased to 30, with adjustments, depending on the nature of the missions.


From July 1944 to December 1944, Bacil Ocheltree served on B-17’s, bombing German assets throughout Europe. Bacil was one of the lucky survivors of bomber crews which flew out of Podington Air Base. Bacil’s airship bombed the German buzz bomb and experimental jet plane base at Peenemunde, synthetic oil refineries in the Ruhr Valley and in Merseberg, provided bomb support to ground troops in France, and flew many other missions which were assigned to the bomber formations. For his meritorious service Bacil was awarded the Air Medal with four oak leaf clusters. At the end of December 1944 left England for reassignment in the United States. He was discharged from service in September 1945

Post War Career
From a review of the life of Bacil Ocheltree, it is obvious to the observer that Bacil was very intelligent and a “know how to get it done” man. The lack of a high school diploma, however, disqualified Bacil from the advantages that the G. I. Bill could have provided to further his education after the war.

Remembering his pleasure in the wilds of Idaho and Montana during his CCC days, Bacil decided to return to the western United States. However, on his way west, Bacil stopped to visit his sister Leora in Akron and she advised him that there was a position open at the Armory near Newton Falls, Ohio. He applied and was accepted. According to his niece Joyce Clark, Bacil worked there until retirement as an aircraft mechanic. Joyce advises that Bacil also found the time on many occasions to faithfully visit the Arlington Military Cemetery grave of his brother Lydle who lost his life for his country.
Bacil and his wife Mary enjoyed reunions of his old bomber group and attended many over the years, including two held in England. Until Mary’s death, he tried to attend each and every reunion, but after the death of his bride of many years, Bacil did not have the will to continue. He died at Buckhannon in 2009 at the age of 92 and was buried in Palmyra, Ohio.

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Log Book of Technical Sergent Bacil H. Ocheltree
July 7, 1944 to December 9, 1944

transcribed by David Parmer

Friday, July 7, 1944
Mission # 1 – Plane #479
Target: Fighter Component Plants at Molken, Near Leipzig, Germany
Takeoff: 0515 - Landing: 1410
Left Channel with combat wing; climbed to 23,000 feet (remained at alt. between 5 & 6 hours). Approaching target we ran into flak and from I.P.* the sky ahead was solid with flak. Made two runs over target. Flak was in barrage with black, white and blue puffs of smoke. Several rockets were shot at us. On the way to target, Lt. Morken (navigator) became anoxic but was revived OK by the Bombardier and myself. Ship had about fifteen (15) flak holes – No one hurt & no enemy fighters were seen. We had fighter escort of P-51’s, P-47’s & P-38’s most of the way.
Over target, smoke was rising in billows to 15,000 ft. Almost all German cities were covered by smoke screens. We were over enemy territory between 4 & 5 hours. All came back dead tired.
Total hours approx. 9 hrs.
Newspaper story on raid stated 1100 bombers participated, 36 of which were shot down. Nazis lost 114 planes. B-24 outfits received about all of the Nazi fighter attacks.
*Editor’s Note: The” I. P.,” or “Initial Point” marks a place on the bombing mission which begins the last leg, just before the final approach to the target. The bombardier begins to calculate the bomb drop after reaching the I. P.

Saturday July 8, 1944
Mission # 2 – Plane #326 PREVENT, FRA
Target – Buzz Bomb Bases Near Pas de Calais, France
Takeoff 0410 - Landing 0900
Left Channel at altitude (25,000 ft) above heavy overcast. Shortly after crossing into France we ran into scattered flak. It became more intense and accurate nearing the I. P. Sgt. Gerry Dykes (BTO) passed out due to anoxia at I. P. Revived OK. Over target flak was heavy and accurate. Received quite a few flak holes – right waist oxygen shot out by flak. Didn’t drop bombs due to overcast – Had on board 2 – 2000 lb bombs. Over enemy territory approx. 40 minutes. Again we didn’t see any enemy fighters. No one was hurt. No. 3 turbo shot out. (5 hours)
Total combat hrs: approx. – 14
1 Plane
9 Men Missing

Sunday July 9, 1944
Mission # 3 – Plane #870
Target – Bridge Near Tours, France
Takeoff 0415 – Landing 1040
Again we carried 2 – 2000 pounders. Flying at 25,000 ft. We had to make two runs over the target to drop our bombs. On the first run, the Bombardier tried to close the bomb bay doors but doors failed to close so the Bombardier old me to crank them shut; just got them halfway closed when the Bombardier said to open them again as we were making another run. This time we dropped the bombs and I cranked the doors shut over the target. Got sick and vomited in the crawlway of pilot’s comp. Felt much better then. Saw about twelve bursts of flak and five rockets trails. No enemy fighters encountered. The fighter escort was sure good. Spent 2 hours over enemy territory. No one hurt. Was sure tired after this trip. (6 Hr. 30 M.)
Total combat hours – approx. 20 hrs. 30 min.

Tuesday July 18, 1944
Mission # 4 – Plane #101
Target – Flying Bomb and Long Range Rocket Experimental Stations at Peenemunde, Northern Germany
Takeoff 0445 – Landing 1430
What a way to celebrate my birthday ! I sure sweated this one out. We flew this in “Purple Heart Corner,” carrying ten five hundred pounders. This was a 325 Sq. ship and a good one it was. Was very much afraid that our gas would not get us back as the Tokio tanks had to be opened before we got to the target but we still had almost four hundred gallons left when we landed. We encountered our first flak in crossing Denmark. Going in on the target there was quite a bit of flak and rockets but they were very inaccurate. The target was visual and we did a very good job of bombing. As we crossed back over Denmark we ran into more flak and these boys were a little more accurate. We got a large hole in the left wing and in No. 1 engine cowling. Going into the target we could see some kind of fighters but too far away to be identified. Thought they were P-50’s. Coming back we had P-39’s as escort. One B-17 hit the deck and the fighters were escorting him in. Went through the clouds and couldn’t see what happened to him. Practically all this trip was over water. The co-pilot made a beautiful landing ! Was interrogated and they gave us big shots of whiskey but I was too dead to drink mine; had coffee instead.
(9 HR – 50 M)
Total combat hrs approx 30:20
Left above: The missions flown by T/sgt Bacil Ocheltree
Right below: the patch of the 327 bomb squadron of the 92nd bomb group shows cartoon character Alley Oop hurling a bomb from the back of a dinosaur.

Thursday July 20, 1944
Mission # 5 - # 627 Ship
Target – Aircraft Engine Factory for Making Jumo Engines for Junkers and Messerschmitts at Kothen, Near Leipzig, Germany
Takeoff 0630 – Landing 1500
Our bomb load was ten – five hundred pounders. We were flying left wing of rear element in lead Squadron. Assembled at 12,000 ft and on our way over the Channel started climbing up to 25,000 ft. Picked up fighter escorts of P-50’s after crossing into enemy territory – and what an escort. They were so plentiful you couldn’t look in any direction without seeing a few. Later on we had more P-50’s and P-47’s which took us on into the target. We ran into flak in several places before the target and over the target it was very dense with several rockets being shot at us. We made two runs on the target and we got several hits. A piece about three inches in diameter was taken out of the leading edge of the right wing when we landed. The target was visual except for a smoke screen that covered it. Everywhere you looked one could see flak. A rocket came very close to the tail – had the tail gunner a little scared. Picked up escorts of P-38’s after leaving target. Jerry (B – Turret) passed out from anoxia and had to be revived by Bob (RW) and Paul (Radio). After getting off oxygen, I got sick and vomited in bombay from eating some candy. It was a very good mission – after a bad start for me – to begin with, I couldn’t find the right guns. The pilot sure is learning fast how to kick the ship around. Was on oxygen about seven hours.
Total Combat hrs approx. 38:50
1 Plane
9 Men Missing

Monday July 24, 1944
Mission # 6 – Plane #596
Target – German Positions Opposite Our Own on the Cherbourg Penisula in France
Takeoff 10:30 – Landing 1500
We were gotten up at 0130 and then to chow. No briefing – put the guns in and waited for final word about take off. At 0730 went back and had another breakfast and was told that 0955 was station time. Assembled at 15,000 ft and went over target at same altitude. The target wasn’t clearly visible and we didn’t drop our bombs for fear of hitting our own troops. There were some P-47’s over our formation just before the target. Saw some flak and about eight rocket explosions. Strictly a milk run !
Total combat hours approx 43:20

Tuesday July 25, 1944
Mission # 7 – Plane # 596
Target – A Repeat of Yesterday’s Raid in France
Takeoff 0820 – Landing 1300
Assembled at 16,000 ft. and headed for target at 1006. Saw some flak at twelve o’clock just before reaching the target and some rockets were shot at us. Went down to twelve (12,000) thousand feet to do our bombing. There were lots of ships in the harbor. Dropped our bombs and headed for home. A nice mission – would like more like this one.
Total combat hours approx 48:00

Monday August 1, 1944
Flew Spare Ship # 870 today but turned back in the middle of Channel as no one aborted.

Tuesday August 2, 1944
Mission # 8 – Ship #713
Target – An Airfield for Jet Propelled Planes near Orleans, France
Takeoff 1115 – Landing 1705
Take off time was supposed to have been at 0925 but was delayed two hours due to fog. We were flying No. 3 position in high element. Before we crossed the Channel , Jerry (BTG) had trouble with his turret and he flew the mission at right waist position. Went in over the target at 21,000 ft. The target was bombed visually and we knocked the h___ out of the air field. There was no flak over the target but some rockets or some find of shells shot up just before the target. We carried 10 – 500 lb bombs. Saw one plane low at 1 o’clock just before reaching the target but couldn’t make out just what kind it was, but sure it wasn’t our own.
Total combat hours approx 53:50

Thursday August 3, 1944
Mission # 9 - Plane # 596
Takeoff 1110 – Landing 1830
We were flying No. 3 position in lead element, lead Group on this one. Flew in over Holland, Germany, and France. Just a little ways in over enemy territory, we were hit bad by flak and one shot got our elevator trim tops and make flying quite difficult for the pilot. The tail gunner called up and said he was getting cold and his suit wasn’t working. I told the waist gunner to check the fuses and found two had blown. Flak over the target was intense and accurate. I sure was scared on this one. Off to our right before the target, I saw one B-17 get hit and went into a dive. Didn’t see any chutes come out and soon after it crashed to the ground on fire. We didn’t have good fighter cover but they were kept busy with enemy fighters. Saw lots of dog fights and saw two fighters go down. Soon after the target we were attacked by three FW -190’s. They came in about 6 o’clock and a little high before I could get a chance to shoot. Some one hit the first FW in the left wing and it blew right off. Started firing at the next one but the third was in a better position so let him have it. He went into a dive and that was the last I saw of him. The ball turret and waist gunners were also firing at him and said the pilot bailed out. They put in for a kill on reaching the interrogation but I didn’t. I saw one B-17 which was hit by 20 mm, go into a spin; the whole tail came off and seconds later [the ship] burst into in the middle, just as if it was made of paper – a sight I hope I will never see again. Two more 17’s went down but I was too busy to see them. One plane crashed on the runway in landing and burned completely up but all got out OK. Sure was glad to get my feet on the ground this time.
Combat hrs. 61:10
Two Planes
15 Men Missing

Saturday August 5, 1944
Mission #10 - Ship #995
Target – Airfield Seven Miles North of Hanover, Germany
Went in over the North Sea, skirting the Frisian Islands. Crossed the enemy coast near the Elbe estuary. Ran into some flak and we got some hits but was soon out of it. Upon reaching the I. P., we saw the flak ahead over the target but we had to go through it. We picked up several more holes but no one was hit. These boys sure are getting good over there with those flak guns. They were right there anticipating each turn before we made it. There were some enemy fighters in the vicinity but our escort was too good and they never came in. I was sweating on this one and I believe each crew member was as scared as I was. The shores of England looked mighty good on coming back.
Combat hrs. 68:40

Monday August 7, 1944
Mission # 11 - Ship #084
Target – Oil Refineries and Storage Near Toulouse, France
After waiting two hours for the fog to clear away we took off and former at 11,000 ft. As soon as we hit the coast of France, we ran into flak. # 3 ship in high element was hit and had to turn back. This was a long and tiresome ride. No flak over target but I think we missed it but the group behind us sure got it. Had good escort – no enemy fighters were seen.
Combat hours 76:20

Tuesday August 15, 1944
Mission # 12 - Ship No. 017
Target – Airfield Six Miles Outside Frankfurt, Germany
Takeoff 0700 – Landing 1400
We were awakened at 0215; chow at 0245; briefing at 0345. We were flying # 3 position in lead element, low group. Assembled at 10,000 ft. Went across the Channel into Belgium and then headed south in a round-about way to get to the target. Got fighter support of P-51’s soon after reaching the enemy coast. No flak was encountered until we reached the target. Flak was moderate there, At bombs away, only two left the ship and the rest were salvoed. No enemy fighters were encountered by our wing but one behind us were and I saw two ships go down and burst into flames but I couldn’t see if they were our own or the enemy. Ran into some more flak just before re-crossing the enemy coast. Our first mission since the pilot made 1st Lt.
Combat hrs: 83:20

Friday August 18, 1944
Mission #13 – Ship No. 995
Target – Railroad Bridges at Leige, Belgium
Takeoff 1500 – Landing 2000
This mission was to have been earlier in the morning but for some reason was set back four hours. We assembled at 17,000 ft. and as things got screwed up by the leader we were almost at the Channel before the formation was complete. Went in over enemy coast at 25,000 ft. Saw no flak before the I. P. Made three runs on target and flak began to get heavier. Fighter escort was good all the way. Carried 6 – 1000 lb. bombs. Just before reaching the coast we ran into flak and was hit bad. The pilot and I lost our oxygen and had to walk around bottles for the rest of the trip. One piece [of flak] came in by the bombardier’s panel and ripped a six inch slit in his boot, grazed the navigator and went on through and showered the co-pilot with splinters. Very luck that time.
Combat hours: 88:20

Friday August 25, 1944
Mission # 14 - Ship # 158
Target – Hydrogen Peroxide Plant and Experimental Station for Jet Propelled Planes at Peenemunde, Germany
Takeoff 0800 – Landing Time 1700
We flew leader of low element in lead group. Assembled at 8000 ft. Carried 500 lb. incendiaries. Went in over the North Sea and crossed Denmark. Our left wing man aborted before we got near the target. Couldn’t see any flak on the target going in but as soon as the bomb-bay doors were opened they let us have it and the flak was terrific and accurate. Two planes were hit and started smoking. Soon three were hitting the deck. We ended up by being the only plane that could stay at altitude. We were flying alone until we got word of fighters being in the vicinity and then we joined up with another group. At the coast we got with another of our planes and came into the base with it. We lost three crews. The fighter support was very good all the way. No enemy planes were seen. Just got a few flak holes. Flew a new ball turret man today as Jerry was sick in hospital.
Combat Hours (approx) 97:20
Three Planes
33 Men Missing

Wednesday August 30, 1944
Mission # 15 – Ship No. 181
Target – Workshops in Kiel, Germany
Takeoff 1230 – Landing Time 2000
This is the first mission in our own ship. Was just recently assigned to it. Didn’t get up for breakfast and had to go on this one without either breakfast or dinner. Flying this one in No. 3 position in lead squadron, lead group. Assembled at 12,000 ft. Went in over the North Sea at 27,000 ft. and there was an undercast, so we bombed P.F.F.* There was a lot of flak over the target but we didn’t get any hits, What a surprise !! No enemy fighters seen. Our escort was good, P-51’s all the way. Got too close to the Frisian Islands on the way back and they threw some flak up. No damage, no injuries; everyone still in good shape.
Combat hours 104:50
*Editor’s Note: P. F. F. bombing relies upon the use of radar to bomb through undercast. This technology was newly developed during World War II. The term “P.F.F.” is an acronym for “Pathfinder Force.” The term “Mickey” was also used to indicate the use of this bombing technique.

Friday September 8, 1944
ABORTION DAY
Today we started on a mission but aborted due to an engine that was smoking too bad and couldn’t determine the causes. Our first abortion and I hope our last.
Saturday September 9, 1944
Mission # 16 - Ship No. 396
Target – Factories in Mannheim, Germany
Takeoff 0730 – Landing Time 1440
Our first mission in nine days. We were flying No. 3 position in lead squadron. We assembled at 10,000 ft. over the field and the sky was very clear. Started our climb to 24,000 ft. on crossing the Channel; went over France and Belgium. There was quite a lot of flak over the target but we dropped our bombs without mishap and didn’t get any flak hits. On our way back the lead navigator screwed up and we ran into flak four times which should have never happened if he would have been on the ball. Mills (the tail gunner) saw one ship go down but it wasn’t in our group. Except for getting terribly cold it was a good trip. Carried incendiary bombs.
Combat hours 112:00
1 Plane
9 Men Missing
Wednesday September 13, 1944
Mission # 17 - Ship # 181
Target – Synthetic Oil Plants at Merseburg, Germany
Takeoff 0700 – Landing Time 1300
Got up at 0230. Briefing at 0400. Flying in No. 4 position in low group. Assembled at 6000 ft. Started our climb to 28,000 ft. on crossing the Channel. After we had gotten up to around 26,000 ft. our plane couldn’t climb fast enough and we began falling behind the formation and we turned back within 45 minutes of the target. Came back with another ship (Dickerson’s crew) and dropped our bombs on some small towns. Didn’t think we were going to get credit but did. Didn’t see any fighters and very little flak. The best escort ever.
Combat hours 118:00
4 Planes
34 Men Missing
Sunday September 17, 1944
Mission # 18 – Ship # 181
Target – German Gun Emplacements and Troops near Nijmegen, Holland
Takeoff 0625 – Landing Time 1230
We were the last to take off today due to having a waste gate on the turbo stuck closed. We assembled at 6000 ft. and the mission was set back 30 minutes. We bombed from 15,000 ft. Flying # 4 spot in low squadron. We saw quite a bit of flak after bombs away and collected only one hole. It was quite a sight to see, all the bombers going in to bomb the Germans, ahead of the Canadians. They sure are taking a beating. We didn’t run into any enemy planes. On returning we passed a mass of troop carriers with Glider parachute troops who landed in Holland soon after we did our bombing. Crew all OK. No one hurt.
Combat hours 124:05

Friday October 6, 1944
Mission # 19 – Ship # 434
Takeoff 0700 – Landing Time 1700
This was our first raid as a lead crew. Lt. Hendrickson flew as air commander; Capt. Jackson as Bombardier. Had two navigators this trip. This was our longest raid and I believe our easiest. We encountered no flak or enemy fighters. We hit the target hard and I saw the picture later and it was the best bombing for a long time. Saw lots of smoke rising from Berlin, Kiel, and Hamburg which was also hit earlier in the day. P-51’s gave us good cover.
Combat hrs 134:15

Saturday October 14, 1944
Mission # 20 – Ship #022 (325) PFF (Dep. Lead)
Target – Industrial Section Cologne, Germany
Takeoff Not Given - Landing Time Not Given
This is my first time to fly a mission without my regular crew and I must say it seemed rather odd at first but after getting off the ground I got over the feeling of being alone. This is my second lead mission. Flying with Herty as pilot and Hendrickson as Co-Pilot; Campbell as Bombardier; Clausen as Navigator and Klinger as Mickey Man. The contrails were very bad and it was cloudy at 27,000 ft. The flak was very accurate at the target and I would say a little more than moderate. We had more holes and larger ones than any raid to date. The flak cut all the wires to the radio system except command and the Mickey was rendered useless. Got very close to the radio man but no one was hurt. No enemy fighters encountered. Good fighter support.
Combat hrs 149:35

Sunday October 15, 1944
Mission # 21 – Ship 215 (325 Sq.) PFF (Lead)
Target – Industrial Section Cologne, Germany
Takeoff 0700 – Landing Time 1300
Flying lead of the high group. We bombed by individual groups. Hendrickson was with us again as Air Commander, Cpt. Jackson as Bombardier, Kresch and Clausen as Navigators and Klinger as Mickey Operator. Bombed thru an undercast and couldn’t see the results. Didn’t get much flak ourselves but some groups caught it very bad. It’s getting colder each raid. Lt. Billings has a crew of his own now. Saw one J. P. *jet plane+ this ride but it didn’t attack us. Had good air support.
Combat hrs 148:35

Wednesday October 25, 1944
Mission # 22 Ship # 215 PFF
Target – Industrial Section, Hamburg, Germany
Takeoff 0920 – Landing Time 1620
Leading the 92nd Group with Major McLaughlin as Air Commander, Capt. Jackson as Bombardier, Russell and Matthews as Navigators. Saw quite a bit of flak but received no damage. Didn’t see any enemy aircraft. The Mickey set went out and the deputy leader had to take over at the I.P. Mills didn’t go on this one as an officer had to ride the tail position.
Combat hours 155:35

Thursday November 2, 1944
Mission # 23 – Ship # 510
Target – Synthetic Oil Plant Merseburg, Germany
Takeoff 0845 – Landing Time 1600
Put this one in with our co-pilot who is first pilot now. Lt. Mertes was co-pilot, Gumaer, navigator and Halborn, bombardier. We were flying No. 3 spot in low lead. Knew this was going to be tough before we got off. This was same target back on September 13 where we got our Squadron wiped out. Flak was intense and we got quite a few holes including the brakes and one tire blown out. This was rather a rough ride for me for the Bombay doors wouldn’t open electrically so I had to crank them manually over the flak area and I just did get them open in time for the bombs away then I had to close them the same way and sure was a job. We didn’t get hit by fighters but the group behind did and I saw several go spiraling down in flames. We lost several planes on this day but the Germans lost more fighters than they ever did. Over two hundred enemy fighters were shot down by the 8th AAF. Billings made a good landing but due to the flat tire and no brakes we had to take to the grass but everyone was O.K.
Combat hours 162:50

Saturday November 14, 1944
Mission # 24 (Lead) – Ship 022 PFF
Target – Oil Stores Hamburg, Germany
Takeoff 0830 – Landing Time 1530
Back with our pilot on this one and Capt. Swift as Air Commander, Maj. Thornton, bombardier, Kresch and Matthews as navigators. Went in over the North Sea. Had good fighter cover all the way. Flak was moderate and we didn’t get a hit. MacCollum flying as waist gunner in Dunlap’s place and Swift finished up the mission. My heated suit shorted out and set me on fire but not much damage was done.
Combat hours 169:50

Thursday November 9, 1944
Mission # 25 – (Lead) Ship # 7777 from Kimbolton
Target – Gun Positions on Front Lines Ahead of our Troops Metz, France
Takeoff 0635 – Landing Time 1400
We were to lead the 41st Combat Wing on this one and the most messed up raid I’ve ever been on. Kralik, pilot, Capt. Jackson, bombardier, Kresch, Navigator. Taken off in the dark and started firing flares at 1500 ft. It was so cold today that even the ammo was white with frost. After all the messing around we did some good bombing. Just heard by radio that after we bombed General Patton’s Army had taken thirteen more towns. We should do this more often. Finished up two more men today, Capt. Jackson and Lt. Kresch. Got five more to go. Should finish soon. All the crew in good shape.
Combat hours 177:15

Saturday November 25, 1944
Mission # 26 – Ship # 461
Target – Synthetic Oil Plant at Merseberg, Germany
Takeoff 0750 – Landing time 1715
Flying this one with Billings as pilot and Spencer who is on his first mission as co-pilot. I sure dreaded to hear at briefing that we were going to Merseburg but as luck would have it, it was an easy mission – went through all the flak and never a hole. The flak was plentiful but not accurate; not like the other trips we’ve made there. We were in No. 3 position, lead element in high group. Spent about seven hours on oxygen. The bombing was PFF so we couldn’t see the results. Before we reached the base we ran into bad weather. The ships were all split up and we had to land at the first base we could find. We were flying at five hundred feet and then could hardly see the ground. We landed at a C-47 Troop Transport field. We were the only one from our group there, but the whole 389th Group landed there. Paul met some of his old buddies who are pilots there so they fixed us up with a place to sleep in their barracks. Stayed there all night and came back today at 1100 o’clock.
Combat hours 186:40

Wednesday November 29, 1944
Mission # 27 – Ship # 461
Target – Oil Storage at Misburg, 2 ½ Miles out of Hanover, Germany
Takeoff Not Given – Landing Not Given
This was my second raid to Hanover and it turned out to be an easy raid if you can ever call any of them easy. Surprisingly enough we did receive one hit but this was some flak. Two days before it was a rough raid and one of my good friends was killed and one wounded. Escort was good and no E/A was seen. Something went wrong with the bomb release and we had to salvo the bombs. All the crew in good shape.
Combat hours 194:25

Thursday November 30, 1944
Mission # 28 Ship # 520
Target – Synthetic Oil Plant at Merseberg, Germany
Takeoff 0830 – Landing Time Not Given
Started to another target a few miles from Leipzig but as it was covered with clouds we went to the second PFF which was Merseberg. What a target for a secondary !! We were flying lead of the high element in high group. No enemy aircraft was seen. The fighter escort is getting better every day. The flak was intense as was expected. We didn’t receive too much damage but several ships went down. It seems I get more scared each raid. It I get two leads I will finish up in two more. No. 2 engine gave us some trouble until after bombs away.
Combat hours 203:25
1 Plane
9 Men Missing

Wednesday, December 6, 1944
Mission # 29 – Lead # 367 PFF
Target – Synthetic Oil Plant at Merseberg, Germany
Takeoff 0800 – Landing Time 1615
Went with O’Halloran on the trip. Had to go get on with a lead crew so I could finish at 30. Captain Cooke of 407th was Air Commander, Maj. Thornton, Bombardier, Riley as Mickey Man, Capt. Purcell and Matthews, as Navigators. We were leading the group today. It seems as if this is the only target nowadays. It turned out to be an easy raid but just the thoughts of the place in the morning at briefing gives me the “creeps.” We didn’t get a hit from flak or see any fighters, except for a jet off in the distance. Matthews finished up today. The crew is still in good shape. I have one more to go. Capt. Kralik is Asst. Operations Officer now and I think he will fly with me on our last raid.
Combat Hours 211:40

Saturday December 9, 1944
THE BIG ONE # 30 – Dept. Lead Ship # 357 PFF (325)
Target – Stuttgart, Germany
Takeoff 0810 – Landing Time 1645
This being the last one, I was just a little nervous throughout the whole mission. Everything seemed to go wrong before takeoff. To top things off, I forgot my heated boots and the truck driver brought them out just before we taken off. We were late because the bombs were not loaded in time. Lt. Broman was pilot, Lt. Downs, co-pilot, Ross, Navigator. The temperature was -55 F, the coldest yet. The bombs hung up and we were a little late in getting them out. We had to make two runs on the target for the lead ships equipment went on the blink. Contrails were terrible today. We went over Paris on our way over, the first time I’ve seen it. I’m so glad we didn’t see any fighters as my turret was so frosted up I could hardly see a thing. There was some flak but we didn’t see or get any battle damage. When the wheels touched the ground on landing I sure was glad, a great feeling to be finished. I’m the first of my crew to finish. The last one. FINIS.

Combat Hours 220:15
133 Men Missing
15 Planes Lost
Bacil H. Ocheltree

Right: Click on Bacil Ocheltree's discharge papers to enlarge them.
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Comment 1 by William Pritt
I grew up at Knawl and remember Mary (Posey) Ocheltree who lived on Chop Fork. Mary’s children, who were older than me, had all moved away and she lived alone when I was acquainted with her. Mary used to walk across the hill between Chop Fork and Knawl on Tuesdays and help my mother with the laundry during the 1930’s. Mary was a very nice lady and the Ocheltrees were a well respected family on Chop Fork.


Comment 2 by David Parmer
On September 17th, 1944, Bacil Ocheltree flew a mission to Nijmegen, Holland in support of an Allied ground operation which was on-going. This was the Allied offensive called “Market Garden,” a scheme cooked up by English Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery which turned out to be a fiasco. This ill-conceived mission resulted in the deaths of thousands of American and Allied forces, including 2nd Lt. Tommy Zinn of Dumpling Run.

Fred Ocheltree at the Battle of the Bulge

Something Terrible Happened There

by David Parmer
The crusty white Ardennes snow was stained with patches of crimson red. Tomorrow the stains would be black and replacement troops would never know something dreadful had happened there. Tree limbs littered the ground beneath the large fir trees. The squeal of the Panzer tanks, the rattle of machine guns, the crack of a sniper’s rifle, and the whistle and shattering explosions of German 88 mm’s were discomforting sounds for Pfc. Fred Ocheltree and the men of the 301st Infantry Regiment. These terrible sounds of war were nearly as discomforting as the intense bone-chilling cold weather to ill-clad infantrymen sleeping on ground so frozen that foxholes couldn’t be dug with an entrenching tool. Infantrymen were always the closest to harm’s way and most likely to die. Many felt that death would be a welcome relief from the unnatural cold.

The Battle of the Bulge took many a good man. American forces suffered 80,000 casualties during the last great offensive by German troops during World War II but it seemed that Orlando was seeing more than its share of bad news from the War Department. On February 1st, 1945, Dr. Ord and Effie (Ocheltree) Conrad received the sad news that their son, Sgt. Everett Conrad had fallen victim in the dark and freezing Ardennes forest to the German onslaught. This news was also distressing to Oley Ocheltree who was Everett’s uncle. On February 7th, 1945, Worthington Hurst, Sr. and Jeanette (Skinner) Hurst were forlorn recipients of a Western Union message advising that their son, Junior Hurst, was killed in battle. That same day, the grieving Oley Ocheltree also received a telegram from the War Department advising that his youngest son, Fred Ocheltree, was also killed in combat during the Battle of the Bulge. These were dark and distressing times for the Orlando community.

Fred Ocheltree
Fred Ocheltree’s high school classmate, Kathleen McPherson, described him as “tall and gangly,” echoing the very same words used by Dale Barnett. Kathleen recalled that Mr. Moore, the principal of Burnsville High School, used to tease Fred about being so quiet. A quiet, respectful disposition was an Ocheltree family trait, according to Dale Barnett.

Fred was born in October 1922, the son of Oley Ocheltree and Ellenora (King) Ocheltree. His father, Oley was well-known in the central West Virginia area and had clerked in Beamer’s Store and Collins’ Store in Burnsville, Charlie Knight’s store in Orlando and had operated his own store on Clover Fork at Blake. When he clerked for Charlie Knight in the early 1930’s, Oley and his family lived in a house just east of St. Michael’s Catholic Church which had formerly been the original Dolan Hotel and Michael Rush home.

Fred had five older siblings: Sylvia, Hugh, Edward. Virginia Lucille, and Edna. His brother Hugh had been murdered during the early 1930’s on Riffle Run and the failure of authorities to locate his body was the cause of much grief for Fred’s father and his family. Fred’s mother, Ellenora, died in 1924 when Fred was but two years of age.

Fred was a 3rd cousin of brothers Lydle Ocheltree and Bacil Ocheltree of Chop Fork, since their respective great grandfathers, James Isaac Ocheltree and Alexander Ocheltree Jr., were brothers who pioneered Clover Fork. During Fred’s senior year at Burnsville High School in 1942, cousin Lydle became one of the earliest volunteers to respond to the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, enlisting in the Army Air Corps. Bacil also joined the Army Air Corps in October 1942.

Although Fred was over nineteen when he graduated from Burnsville High School in May of 1942, he somehow was lucky to avoid the clutches of the draft board lottery which was drafting boys out of high school. Shortly after high school graduation, however, the call of duty took Fred to the army recruiting station for enlistment in the United States Army.
94th Infantry Division, 301st Infantry Regiment
Pfc. Fred Ocheltree and the 94th Infantry Division finished training at Camp McCain, Mississippi in July 1944. The invasion of Europe at Normandy by the Allied forces had commenced four weeks previously and reserve units in the United States and England were being readied to relieve the initial invasion forces. Trains transported the 94th Infantry Division from Mississippi to the New York wharves and discharged Fred and his comrades directly onto the Queen Elizabeth passenger liner for the trans-Atlantic voyage and the waiting European battle grounds.

Right; Insignia of the 94th Infantry Division

Chroniclers of the trans-Atlantic voyage of the Queen Elizabeth recalled that prior to boarding the huge passenger ship, Red Cross ladies gave the infantrymen packages of soap, a toothbrush, a razor, and a Perry Mason mystery book. Regrettably, the same Perry Mason mystery book was given to every passenger so there was no trading after the book was read. Breakfast and dinner on board the ship was the same: boiled fish, a small boiled potato, toast and marmalade. Such a diet would not have added an ounce to Fred’s thin frame.

Five days after leaving New York harbor, the Queen Elizabeth docked in the Firth of Clyde in Scotland and the infantry division was loaded onto waiting trains which rushed the soldiers through the English countryside to southern England. After arriving at the English port of Portsmouth, the division trained for a few weeks in the surrounding rolling hills. On September 8th, 1944, the division was loaded onto ships and taken across the English Channel and off-loaded at Utah Beach.

Immediately upon landing on French soil, the 94th Infantry Division relieved the 6th Armored Division which was then engaged with German forces in Brittany in the area of Lorient and St. Nazaire. This pocket of German defenses had been bypassed by the original American invasion forces. The 25,000 German troops defending this area were eager to fight and had inflicted heavy casualties on the 6th Armored Division which had given as much as it took. The fresh 94th Infantry Division and Fred’s 301st Infantry Regiment was thrown into the thick of the fighting and by late fall the German occupation of the area was over.

As winter of 1944 seized an icy hold onto the French countryside, Fred and his 301st Infantry Regiment were entrained, weary and without winter clothing, to the front lines near the Saar-Moselle Triangle and the Siegfried Line. Entrenched German forces, a dreaded pillbox defense, and the famed German 11th Panzer Division awaited the American infantry men near the German town of Orscholz. American intelligence was unaware of the presence of the German Panzer division which had recently been transferred from the Russian front. Moreover, American intelligence had no clue about the coming German offensive which would become known as the “Battle of the Bulge.” Fred and the 301st Infantry Regiment were at the southern end of the “Bulge,” and the fierce fighting and bone-chilling cold was about to take their toll.

The assault on Orscholz began on January 20, 1944. The 301st Infantry Regiment began advancing through the forest and was met by German machine guns. Germans had camouflaged pillboxes to look like houses and had utilized fallen trees as cover to fire upon the American infantrymen. Mine fields impeded the American advance and snow was a foot deep. The fight to take Orscholz lasted nearly two months at a great cost of lives. One writer observed that because of the freezing cold a wounded soldier received a sure death warrant if he received no immediate first aid.

Right; The insert is the Seigfreid Line. the white line on the map of europe shows where the seigfreid line was located. Orsholz is printed on both maps in brown. Click it to enlarge.
Left: Some of the fortifications remaining today at Orsholz: cement barriers that would hang up tanks, making tank support useless.

For a memoir of the battle at Orscholz see The 94th Infantry Division, 301st Infantry Regiment, at Orscholz.

We don’t know for sure how Pfc. Fred Ocheltree’s young life ended on the ground before the tiny village of Orscholz; it really makes no difference whether it was by shell or bomb. He was a nice young man of promise who had lost his mother to diabetes when he was two; had lost a brother to murder when he was ten, and on February 7th, 1944, he fell on foreign soil fighting for his country, there to remain.

The Luxembourg American Cemetery
A 50.5 acre plot of hallowed ground lies serenely quiet near Luxembourg City. Reverence is the watchword within this cemetery for over 5000 American servicemen who paid the ultimate sacrifice for their country. White marble crosses and Stars of David, arranged in military precision in the verdant grass, mark the final resting spots for these boys from West Virginia, Ohio, Michigan, Texas, and other states who did not make it home to their mothers and fathers, wives, children and other loved ones.

Fred Ocheltree, infantryman, youngest son of a respected man and a long-dead mother, a brother, a quiet friend to many who grew up catching crawdads in Oil Creek and Riffle Run, who watched the trains slowly make their way through Orlando, who watched for his father to return from work at Charlie Knight’s store, who walked to school to Burnsville from Riffle Run and was well-liked by his classmates, silently lies buried in this glade south of the Ardennes where he fell, never again to see those he loved as a child and young man.



The Luxembourg American Cemetery and on the right is the marker on the grave of Fred F. Ocheltree, PFC. 301 inf 94 DIV West Virginia FEB 7 1945.