Frozen in Time (31 page)

After retiring, Best became involved in community service, above all helping underprivileged children at a local elementary school. “They called him ‘Kinderpa,’ ” Robert Best said. “He loved children, loved getting on the floor, making arts and crafts.”

In addition to Robert, Best and his wife, Amy, had two daughters, eleven grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren. Alfred “Clint” Best died in Texas in 2002, at eighty-four.

V
ASTLY DIFFERENT FUTURES
awaited the two PN9E crewmen plucked from the ice cap on November 28, 1942, during the Duck’s one successful rescue flight.

Alexander “Al” Tucciarone returned home to the Bronx and went to work in the metal-polishing business. He married his fiancée, Angelina, to whom he’d written the postcard shortly before the crash that said, “Will see you soon.” They had a son and a daughter, two grandchildren, and a full life together.

Every winter, the cold settled painfully in Tucciarone’s hands, reminding him of the crash and the weeks that followed. For almost three decades, Tucciarone refused to fly. He relented in 1971, to attend a ceremony for the dedication of two buildings at the U.S. Coast Guard Aviation Training Center in Mobile, Alabama. One building was living quarters for bachelor officers, named Pritchard Hall. The other was the enlisted men’s barracks, named Bottoms Hall.

“For those two,” Tucciarone said at the time, “I would do anything.”

Before the ceremony, he met the mothers of the Duck’s pilot and radioman. Tucciarone found himself at a loss for words: “How can I tell them what’s in my heart, how I feel about being alive, while their sons who saved my life are dead?”

Alexander “Al” Tucciarone died in New York in 1992, at age seventy-seven. Twenty years later, his son choked up talking about him. “He was a great guy—everything about him,” Peter Tucciarone said. “His personality, his attitude, everything. His appreciation of life and people, the whole nine yards. . . . I’m so grateful for the two men who saved his life. He lived for another fifty years after that, and if not for them, I wouldn’t be here talking to you.”

THE MOTHERS OF JOHN PRITCHARD AND BENJAMIN BOTTOMS UNVEIL PLAQUES WITH THEIR SONS’ NAMES AT THE DEDICATION OF COAST GUARD RESIDENCE HALLS IN THEIR HONOR.
(U.S. COAST GUARD PHOTOGRAPH.)

T
UCCIARONE AND LLOYD
“Woody” Puryear stayed in touch as they moved through different hospitals and were assigned to different bases. In a letter to Tucciarone in April 1943, Puryear wrote that he was awaiting orders for a new posting, but in the meantime “the circulation still isn’t back to normal in my feet yet, and I’m still very sensitive to cold. The gangrene in my toes hadn’t quite reached the bone, so they were able to save them.” Puryear congratulated Tucciarone on being promoted to sergeant and signed off, “A Greenlander Buddy.”

Eight months later, Puryear’s sister wrote to Tucciarone’s wife with solemn news. Puryear was en route from a base in Montreal to Walter Reed Army Medical Center, “ill with a lung ailment caused I’m sure from the exposure last year. . . . The [doctor] talked so discouraging to me, and poor little thing was getting ready to come to Kentucky on furlough for Xmas, and [was] so thrilled. This is about to kill us.”

Puryear died within weeks, in January 1944. His obituary called him “Campbellsville’s first World War II hero” and said, “Taylor County buried one of its favorite and most beloved native sons Tuesday afternoon in one of the largest and most impressive military funerals ever held from a local church.” Lloyd “Woody” Puryear was twenty-six.

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OR HIS RESCUE
flights in the PBY Catalina, Bernard “Barney” Dunlop earned a Distinguished Flying Cross, as did his copilot, Nathan Waters. Dunlop’s medal citation captured the drama of the mission, honoring him for “brilliant” flying “under rigorous Arctic conditions, at the risk of his own life, the lives of his crew, and disabling damage to his plane.”

After the war, Dunlop served as a lawyer for the Nassau County government, on Long Island, New York. He and his wife had one child, their daughter Nancy. He died in New York in 1964, at fifty-four.

A Distinguished Flying Cross also went to B-17 pilot Kenneth “Pappy” Turner for keeping the PN9E crew alive and fed. It went unnoticed, but Turner probably deserved another medal for talking sense into Monteverde, Spina, and Best when they considered hurling themselves into a crevasse. Turner was promoted to major in July 1944. After the war, he returned to his former life as an airline pilot. He died in California in 1994, at ninety-one.

A
FTER THE RESCUES,
Don Tetley was happy to leave behind Greenland and the life of an enlisted man. He went to officer candidate school in Miami and was commissioned a second lieutenant in the Army Air Forces. After the war, he returned to San Antonio and launched a career as an electrician. Don Tetley died in Texas in 1986, at sixty-nine.

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OR HIS WORK
organizing and overseeing the rescues, Bernt Balchen received a Distinguished Flying Cross. Despite the heroic contributions by Dunlop in the PBY Dumbo and Turner in the B-17, among others, Balchen received the lion’s share of acclaim. The
Chicago Tribune
declared in a headline: “Bernt Balchen Saves 7 on Ice Cap.”
The New York Times’
editorial page rhapsodized about him in an item headlined “Flier of the Snows.” It read, in part, “Once more Bernt Balchen . . . has been the hero of a rescue by air in the kind of country which his physical equipment, experience, and mechanical skill have made his own, the Greenland Ice Cap. . . . The story of the fight of the crew against injuries, frostbite and the foulest of weather reads like a chapter out of romance. To bring them aid and finally save the survivors, Balchen had to use every trick of his long years in the polar wastes.”

Balchen barely had time to catch his breath before he saw more action. Upon his return to Bluie East Two, Balchen received secret orders to wipe out a German weather station on the northeast coast of Greenland. Turner’s B-17 was still at the base, so the bomber finally got an opportunity to fulfill its destiny. A combat crew joined Turner’s usual team, and Turner piloted the mission with Balchen standing in the cockpit, supervising. Even though Balchen thought the station was deserted, they followed orders and strafed it with incendiary rounds, setting it ablaze.

Balchen left Greenland before the war ended. His next role was commander of an air transport system credited with evacuating more than three thousand Norwegians, Americans, and others from Sweden. He also aided the Norwegian underground by transporting tons of supplies and communications equipment from Scotland and England to occupied Norway. After the war, Balchen cofounded the Scandinavian Airlines System and commanded the Alaska-based 10th Rescue Squadron of the U.S. Air Force, among other exploits.

Later, Balchen returned to the limelight by fueling doubts about Admiral Richard Byrd’s claim to have flown over the North Pole in 1926. Based on his calculations, Balchen concluded that Byrd had turned back well short of the pole. He was alternately reviled and hailed for the assertion. Disagreements still fester over Byrd’s North Pole claim and Balchen’s role in efforts to debunk it.

Bernt Balchen died in New York in 1973, a week before his seventy-fourth birthday. He was buried with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery, strangely enough in a grave next to Byrd’s. In 1999, on the centennial anniversary of Balchen’s birth, the U.S. Congress passed a resolution honoring him for “a lifetime of remarkable achievements . . . [and] extraordinary service to the United States.”

M
AX
D
EMOREST’S DEATH
in a crevasse was marked by obituaries in publications as diverse as the journal
Science
, his hometown newspaper in Flint, Michigan, and
The New York Times
. The tribute in
Science
hailed the young professor turned lieutenant for discoveries about the motion of glaciers that provided “the key to the solution of a baffling problem” that bedeviled scientists for more than a century.

As often happens in science, some of Demorest’s conclusions were later disputed. But no one challenged the obituary writer’s closing lines: “In the death of Max Demorest both glaciology and glacial geology have lost a master mind who, even before the age of thirty-two, brought clarity where there had been much confusion. He will be remembered by his colleagues as one who did not engage in disputation, who by his calm, convincing reasoning caused no rancor nor ever lost a friend.”

Three more tributes followed: Demorest’s wife, Rebecca, who’d been his research assistant, became a geologist in her own right, working for the U.S. Geological Survey in Washington; his daughter, Marsha-Jo, followed him to the University of Michigan, where she studied botany and geology; and finally, a glacier in Greenland was named in Demorest’s honor.

In 1947 War Department officials wrote to the six remaining PN9E survivors, asking for details that might be used to retrieve Demorest’s body. Harry Spencer’s reply put an end to that idea. He wrote, “Crevasses which we observed had no bottom either to sight or falling objects. . . . Even if the remains of the airplane were found to establish a local area, the particular crevasse into which Demorest fell would, by this time, have shifted, closed or frozen over, making the discovery of his body impossible.”

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OR SEVERAL YEARS
after Clarence Wedel’s death, his father feared that his eldest son’s rejection of the family’s religious beliefs had denied him salvation. Jacob Wedel prayed on it, with no relief. Then he had a dream about a rosebush in his garden that never bloomed. In the dream, he was about to dig up the bush when a divine voice told him to leave it. When the bush bloomed, the voice said, it would prove that Clarence was in heaven. Jacob Wedel woke comforted. In time the bush did bloom, producing the most beautiful roses in his garden.

Clarence Wedel’s wife, Helen, never remarried. Their daughter, Reba, went to Washington State University, became an English teacher, then left teaching to become a full-time wife and mother of two daughters. Later in life she became a watercolorist, winning local and national awards and showing in galleries.

Clarence Wedel’s body was never found, but his parents put his name on a headstone they knew would eventually bear theirs. Under Wedel’s date of birth, the inscription carved in granite reads, “Passed from Earth to Glory, December 7, 1942, While on a Rescue Mission in Greenland, Where He Now Rests, Awaiting a Glorious Resurrection.”

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OREN
H
OWARTH’S LOCAL
newspaper wrote a stirring obituary when news of his death was revealed. “War in all its shattering bitterness was impressed upon Wausaukee this week with the announcement of the death of Corporal Loren Howarth,” the item began. The obituary listed the schools he’d attended, his military record, and the details of the crash that were known at the time. It concluded: “The sadness and sacrifice of war has fallen on a mother who now must carry Wausaukee’s first gold star. . . . Taps for Corporal Loren Howarth, a fine boy and a hero.”

In 1951, a VFW post in Illinois was named for Howarth. His wife, Irene, who’d been his landlady while he was at college, remarried her ex-husband after Loren’s death. Family members say his parents grieved his death for as long as they lived.

T
HE
C
OAST
G
UARD
ship from which John Pritchard and Benjamin Bottoms alighted was assigned a new Duck and flying crew. The
Northland
spent the rest of the war on the Greenland Patrol, its endless routine occasionally interrupted by momentary drama. A highlight came in September 1944, when the ship chased a Nazi vessel through ice floes for seventy miles off Great Koldeway Island. With nowhere to run, the German crew scuttled their ship, and the
Northland
took eight officers and twenty-eight enlisted men prisoner. The
Northland
ended the war with two Battle Stars.

After the war, the ship was supposed to be sold for scrap, but was instead purchased by American Zionists. Renamed the
Jewish State
, the ship was enlisted in a brave but unsuccessful attempt to break the British blockade preventing the transport of Jews from Europe to Palestine. Upon the birth of Israel in 1948, the
Jewish State
was renamed the
Eilat
and became the first warship in the new Israeli navy. Later it became a barracks ship.

At a decommissioning ceremony in 1962, the chief of Israeli naval operations gave the ship a fond sendoff: “Our old sister, the scrap heap, has served faithfully. She was a symbol of our fight, without arms or speed. We part from her with mixed feelings.” Parts of the original
Northland
are on display in a museum in Israel.

The U.S. Coast Guard honored the ship in 1984 by bestowing the name
Northland
on a new 270-foot cutter that today patrols the Atlantic, the Caribbean, and the Gulf of Mexico.