HOW
THIS BOOK BEGAN Will
Largent, my late father-in-law and the author of RAF WINGS
OVER FLORIDA, attended the 1990 annual Memorial Day service
at Oak Ridge Cemetery in Arcadia, Florida a short time after
he and his wife Gertrude retired to Sarasota. This was the
25th year in which families, friends, and representatives of
the British government and military had gathered in this
place to commemorate the 23 RAF cadets who died during
training in the 1940's. As
Will explains in his Introduction, he was attracted to the
story of the cadets and their training experiences partly
because of his own wartime experiences as a U.S. Army Air
Corps radio operator/gunner flying aboard Martin Marauder
(B-26) bombers out of bases in North Africa and Italy. Like
his fellow crew members, he welcomed the sight of British
fighters flying as escorts on bombing missions over Europe.
On his last mission, Will was shot down and became a POW
under the Nazis in southern France in August 1944. After a
few weeks, as Allied troops advanced on the small town where
he was held prisoner, the German admiral commanding the
medical detachment where Will was being treated for injuries
suffered after he parachuted from his burning aircraft,
surrendered to Will. This was very likely one of the few
instances in all of World War II in which a high-ranking
Axis officer surrendered his ceremonial sword, himself, and
his troops to an Allied enlisted man! For this achievement,
Will was awarded the Croix de Guerre by the French, one of
the highest military honors possible. As
a history buff and former journalist, Will began initially
to prepare what he thought would be an article of perhaps 10
or 15 pages. However, as he came in contact with more and
more of the former cadets, instructors, and civilian
personnel associated with the training programs in Arcadia
and Clewiston, it became clear that he would have enough
material for an entire book. His research and writing
continued from 1990 until his death in 1998, although the
text of the book was essentially completed by
1995. I
became involved as an editor of the book after I got to know
Will following my marriage to his daughter Denise in 1990.
In 1992 I began to scan Will's 450-page typewritten
manuscript and convert it into a computerized document which
would allow more efficient editing, revising, and indexing.
After Will passed away in January 1998, I completed the
final edits, selected and captioned photographs, prepared a
camera-ready manuscript, and arranged through a company in
Tampa to have a small quantity of books printed and bound.
Later, in 1999, I was gratified when Purdue University Press
agreed to publish the book, because this would result in
more efficient and broader marketing of the work through the
libraries, colleges, booksellers, and other channels
available to a university press. Through
contacts with veterans' groups, news media, historians,
libraries, and individuals, about 350 copies of the book
(both the early privately printed version and the Purdue
University Press edition) have been distributed in the U.S.
and in the United Kingdom and other places
abroad. WHY
BRITISH CADETS WERE TRAINED IN FLORIDA The
idea of training British pilots in the United States was
President Franklin D. Roosevelt's response to Prime Minister
Winston Churchill's plea in a radio address on February 9,
1941: "Give us the tools and we will finish the job," said
Churchill, referring to war materiel and other kinds of
support. Roosevelt's answer came in the form of Lend-lease
legislation which allowed Britain (and later other Allied
nations) to acquire war materiel against the promise to pay
after the war was over. The
actual plan had been hotly debated in the U.S. Congress over
a two-month period, but the Lend-lease bill became law in
March of 1941. Now heralded as a major achievement in
Roosevelt's presidency, the Lend-lease Act may well have had
the greatest impact of any single event in modern world
history. Had it not passed, there is little doubt that
Britain and the U.S.S.R. would have lost World War II, with
disastrous results almost certain to follow. The
Lend-lease Act clearly spelled out where the United States
stood and would involve an expenditure of more than 50
billion dollars between March of 1941 and September of
1946. In
addition to a combat-free environment, the locations chosen
for the pilot training bases were almost all in what now are
called "Sunbelt" states -- including, Texas, Oklahoma,
Alabama, Georgia, and Florida, among others. Year-round
weather conditions generally permitted much more flying time
than states further north -- and certainly more than
England, where cloudy weather often combined with frequent
enemy attacks to make such training almost
impossible. The
base at Arcadia operated under the Arnold Plan -- named for
U.S. Army Air Forces general Henry J. "Hap" Arnold -- during
its first year of operation, which began in June 1941. This
involved both RAF and U.S. cadets. In Clewiston, the base
was established at the outset as Number 5 British Flight
Training School, or BFTS, operating until it closed its
doors in August 1945. Between July 17, 1941 and August 25,
1945, about 1800 Royal Air Force cadets, Courses 1 through
24, entered six-month pilot training Courses at Riddle.
Graduating and winning wings as pilots were about 1400.
There were 300 graduates commissioned pilot officers and
1100 given pilot sergeant rank. Many of the pilot sergeants
were later commissioned, with some rising well above
mid-level RAF ranks. The
first group of British cadets -- 99 in number -- arrived to
a rousing reception at Arcadia, where they were greeted at
the railroad station on Monday morning at 6:15 (June 8,
1941) by throngs of Arcadians, including DeSoto County
cowgirls wearing colorful rodeo regalia. Tired, hot, hungry
and sleepy, the young "hope-to-be-pilots" had been riding
the train from Toronto for about forty-eight hours. They
were dressed in wool civilian suits, neckties and
safari-style pith helmets. Soon they were directed to the
Arcadia House, where hotel employees, backed up by women of
the Trinity Methodist Church, served the boys orange juice,
tea, coffee and doughnuts on tables set up on the lawn of
the hotel. That was an appetizer. A
caravan of volunteers, driving their own cars, transported
the cadets to the field where they settled into their
quarters, showered, changed into tropical weight clothing
and then had breakfast. The British boys would share
quarters and some training with the fifty-three American Air
Corps cadets who had three or four weeks to go in the
primary course before being shipped out to Basic flight
training. From that point on, Carlstrom would remain
all-British until May of 1942, when the Arnold Plan at
Carlstrom ended, and the field reverted to training of U.S.
Army Air Corps cadets. WHAT
THE BOOK TELLS US ABOUT ARCADIA AND CLEWISTON In
two chapters in his book, Will tells of both Arcadia and
Clewiston as sites for World War II military training bases.
As some of you in today's audience may be aware, the area
which became the Arnold Scheme training base in Arcadia had
already been used as a pilot training facility as early as
World War I. As Will puts it in his book: "Named after famed
flier Victor Carlstrom, who was killed in a 1917 plane
crash, the field was where the likes of Eddie Rickenbacker
had won his wings before becoming the legendary air ace with
the Congressional Medal of Honor. Determined to see the
once-proud training field restored to playing a key role in
training U.S. Army Air Corps pilots, a group named
Airbase-for-Arcadia went into action during the
1930s." Will
then goes on to describe the eventually successful efforts
of local citizens and Florida Senator Duncan Fletcher and
Florida Congressman William Sears in persuading the federal
government to re-establish a base near Arcadia. Stories from
contemporary news reports published by the Florida News
Service and by the local newspaper, The Arcadian, are
summarized and quoted extensively in this chapter of the
book. Suffice it to say that Carlstrom Field was rededicated
as a training base for both RAF and U.S. cadets on April 5,
1941 -- 61 years ago this spring. Will includes similar
information about the base in Clewiston, where the Number 5
British Flight Training School (BFTS) was formed. THE
CADETS AND THEIR "FLORIDA FAMILIES" For
many readers, the most entertaining, touching, and
interesting parts of RAF WINGS OVER FLORIDA are the
published reminiscences by the former cadets, both U.S. and
British, with whom Will communicated during his research. In
a few cases he met and talked with these men personally, but
for the most part he learned about their adventures through
letters sent by mail. I
tried gently to persuade Will to consider joining the
"high-technology revolution" by acquiring a computer and
getting involved in electronic mail and Internet surfing,
but he stuck steadfastly to his trusty Smith-Corona word
processor. And even though I am a confirmed user of e-mail
myself and have found the Internet a very useful source of
information and contacts regarding the book, I find it
fascinating to read the scores of letters -- both typed and
hand-written, sometimes on simple note paper and in other
cases on elegant embossed stationery -- that Will received
from veterans and others who so generously shared their
stories. These letters today are in the Riddle Field
archives of the Clewiston Museum. The
book contains reminiscences from dozens of cadets,
instructors, and civilians who had a connection with the
training experiences in Arcadia and Clewiston. Some of these
are, of course, longer than others, but taken together they
contain a wealth of amusing, interesting, sometimes
frightening, and often inspiring stories. In
the short time I have here today, I can highlight only a few
of these accounts. The reminiscence by Bob Davies, the
recipient of the Air Force Cross and a graduate of the
Arnold Scheme at Carlstrom Field, contains a very unusual
story about a misguided bomb drop that occurred during a
September 1944 mission over Holland. The Halifax bomber
being piloted by Davies was just completing the release of
its bomb load. The flying conditions were excellent --
bright sunlight and only very light flak. Suddenly, there
was a loud but mysterious-sounding crash. One of Davies'
crew members yelled, "There's a big whole in the top of the
fuselage about ten feet aft of center!" (I have edited his
considerably saltier language here in deference to community
standards!) Upon inspection, Davies and his crew discovered
that there was an equally big hole in the floor of the
fuselage, and the chemical toilet and flare chute had
disappeared, exposing a very clear but somewhat frightening
view of the Dutch countryside passing several thousand feet
below. It soon dawned on him and the crew what had happened:
an aircraft flying overhead had dropped a bomb directly
through the Halifax bomber, without exploding or knocking
out controls. Luckily, no crew member was injured, but the
aircraft was severely damaged. Davies and his crew set a
course for a crash landing. Fortunately, despite damage and,
eventually, bad weather on the return to England, they
managed to bring the plane in safely. While
enjoying a well-earned cocktail later at the officer's mess,
Davies met a young bomb aimer who said he was on the
diverted Lancaster that had been flying above Davies's
Halifax. In Davies's words, "he raised his glass to me and
said, 'Awfully sorry that I saw one of my bombs go through
your Halifax. A terrible thing, really.'" Davies shook hands
with the man, and they went about their business -- a
memorable demonstration of British pluck and gentlemanly
behavior. In
his memories of Carlstrom Field and Arcadia, Vic Hewes, a
British-born flier who became a commercial airline pilot
after World War II and who today is retired and living in
the Atlanta, Georgia area, recalls: Vic
Hewes's memories of the kindness and friendship of local
citizens in and around Arcadia are shared by a great many of
the British former cadets whose stories appear in RAF WINGS
OVER FLORIDA. Indeed, the bonds of friendship became so
strong that in some cases they led to marriage between a
cadet and a daughter in the family. Some of these men became
so fond of Florida that they chose to settle or establish
homes here in their later lives. A great many of them have
continued to visit the area since their youthful experiences
in the 1940's. A
comment received from a former cadet with whom I correspond
often via email highlights the poignant feelings of many who
were trained in Florida. I quote from a May 20 message by
Henry Wright, an Englishman living in Vienna, Austria who
recently celebrated his 80th birthday and whose story is
included in the book: Time
does not permit me to relate the wonderfully humorous
accounts of young men experiencing their first encounters
with strong drink and weak young women, but the book
contains several such stories. As some of you may know, the
British author Edna Dawes (under the pen name "Emma
Drummond") wrote an interesting romance novel set in Arcadia
and concerned with the rivalry of a British and an American
cadet over the attentions of a comely young woman. Her book,
THE SAVAGE SKY, was published in 1998. Like many others who
have read RAF WINGS OVER FLORIDA, she has expressed
gratitude for the wonderful stories and historically
important information in Will's book. ONGOING
LINKS WITH THE PAST IN ARCADIA AND CLEWISTON I
would like to close my remarks today by noting that
Arcadia's continuing link with the stories of the RAF cadets
from the 1940's benefits greatly, of course, from the
presence of the British plot in that community's Oak Ridge
Cemetery. A short time after his passing in January 1998,
Will Largent's memory was honored through the planting of an
oak tree by my family near this beautiful place, and I
believe Will would greatly appreciate this gesture because
he was very moved by what he encountered on that Memorial
Day 12 years ago. (I am happy to report that my stepdaughter
-- Will's granddaughter -- found the tree alive and healthy
only a few days ago during her visit with a friend in
Arcadia.) At
the close of Will's book, he cites the names, home city, and
death date for each of the cadets buried at Oak Ridge. He
also quotes the very moving epitaphs that appear on their
gravestones. I believe that Will, as a veteran who himself
narrowly escaped death in battle during World War II, had an
especially acute appreciation for the sacrifice made by
these young cadets in Arcadia and Clewiston, and indeed by
many others who died or were injured later in the
war. Although
I myself was just a toddler during those years, I too am
moved by a visit to this cemetery, and I feel honored to
have had a small role in helping the stories that Will so
carefully and lovingly assembled reach a wider audience. It
has been a great pleasure to hear expressions of gratitude
from many people in their 70's and 80's whose memories have
been rekindled by reading the book. I would also like to
reiterate Will's respect for the people of Arcadia -- in
particular the American Legion Auxiliary, the Arcadia Rotary
Club, and the City of Arcadia Parks Department -- for their
ongoing support of the annual memorial ceremony and the care
of the British plot in Oak Ridge Cemetery. I remind all of
you that another annual memorial service will be held there
this coming Monday, May 27, at 10:00 am. I urge you to
attend if you are able to do so. Clewiston
also maintains strong ties to Riddle Field through a
wonderful collection of letters, artifacts, photos, and
other memorabilia in its local historical museum on
Commercio Street. If you have an interest in learning more
about the RAF in Florida, I recommend you visit this small
but interesting site about three hours from St. Petersburg.
I can provide a phone number that will help you learn exact
driving directions if you wish. I would also like to thank
the St. Petersburg-based Florida Aviation Historical Society
for publicizing the book to its membership. More information
about the FAHS can be obtained from Dr.
Warren Brown
(warenbrown@aol.com), editor of its newsletter. Information
on how to obtain the book is available on an information
sheet that I will be happy to give you after today's talk. I
thank Roberta Whipple of St. Pete Beach Library for the
invitation to speak with you today and would be happy to
answer your questions if I can.
Flying
over the orange groves and smelling the blossoms even at
one-thousand feet. ... Enjoyable indeed were our days off
at Carlstrom. Four of us ... would rent a car in Arcadia
for one dollar an hour and drive to Miami and West Palm
Beach. The roads were straight and we drove with the gas
pedal flat down whenever possible. It's a wonder that we
survived those trips. The flying was safe, the driving
was dangerous. Sometimes we would take a Trailways bus
from Arcadia to Sarasota, where we were met by many
residents who took us to their homes for the night. Not
only were we wined and dined -- we were taken to the
Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus and the
Ringling Museum. ... I was fortunate to meet a very nice
family by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Lowell Morey, who
invited us to their home anytime we could get away to
Sarasota. We became good friends and corresponded for
many years after the war. The folks in Arcadia gave us a
dance and made us feel welcome.
In
order to write something about "Wings over Florida" I am
reading it again. I find it extremely interesting and
exciting, but it is not, for me, an ordinary book. It
arouses such a tremendous mixture of strong emotions that
they do not die away after I have put the book down. The
strong feelings of nostalgia, the longing to feel young
and change the events in one's life. The excitement of
meeting girls, the feelings of hope of soloing and the
fears of being washed out and the envy of those who
became pilots. I recall particularly my close friend,
Stuart Bell, with whom I kept in touch. He took off from
Pradannoch, Cornwall in a Blenheim on his first operation
and never returned. I think of him often. However
temporary the friendships were, the young men and women I
met are implanted indelibly on my mind with nostalgia and
affection. My curiosity is continually being reawakened
over what happened to them. During the advanced training
in a Harvard, over which I felt a stranger, the
instructors were army officers, correct and
unsympathetic. Others in my class, however, were
successful and had the same instructors. I sometimes
think I survived the war because I failed, but this is no
consolation. I could have become a pilot and
survived.
