Lt. Frank Ebner Gartz DOB 1924
This Memorial Day, I’m remembering two relatives who each served in one of the two world wars.
World War II
My dad’s younger brother, Frank Ebner Gartz, was a navigator in the last year of World War II. He trained stateside from January, 1943, through December, 1944. On Christmas day, 1944, he and crew of young men flew to Italy via North Africa to fly missions as members of the Second Bomb Group stationed at Amendola Air Base, near Foggia, Italy, on the Adriatic Coast.
Frank Gartz and his crew. Frank standing 2nd from left.
Frank flew twenty-five missions. One of my favorite quotes from his letters was advice he gave to his bombardier, whose actual last name was Booms (did a name define his destiny?). The bombardier and navigator sat in the half-spherical Plexiglas nose of the B-17, able to see clearly all the enemy flak zooming toward them. Frank wrote my grandfather after a particularly harrowing mission in March, 1945:
B-17s flying in formation; photo taken by
Frank Ebner Gartz (see below for permission
to use photos from this blog).
Today I flew my 10th mission, and it was the hottest thing I have seen so far. There was more and bigger flak. We bombed an oil refinery in North Eastern Vienna and those people don’t like us to drop our presents to them.
Lt. Booms, my bombardier, had a rough time. He said that they threw everything they had at us including their kitchen sinks. Booms has to sit up in that Plexiglas nose where he can see all that stuff exploding around him. It sort of gets on his nerves. I was trying to explain to him that when your time comes it doesn’t matter where you are…your number is up, and that’s all there is to it.
Such was the fatalism of a twenty-one year old who faced death every time he navigated his crew of other equally young men on their missions.
World War I
Veteran’s Day was originally called Armistice Day, to mark the date, November 11, 1918, when the armistice was signed that brought an end to World War I hostilities. On June 1, 1954, the name was changed to Veteran’s Day, to honor American veterans of all wars. I’m also honoring the memory of my Great-Uncle.
My grandmother’s brother, Samuel Ebner, was also twenty-one when he was sent off to fight in the Battle of Galicia in August, 1914, one of the first battles of the the First World War, then called “The Great War.” I have no photo of him, only this last postcard he wrote on August 19, 1914, just eight days before being killed. He wrote:
I share with you that we are now in Galicia. Most beautiful greetings to all. Farewell.
(apparently a nickname since his father was also named Samuel) Kaspar Ebner
War Memorial to “The Fallen” Grosspold, Romania. Photo by Ulrich Wien
My grandfather, twenty-one when he came to America, missed fighting, and likely dying, in this awful war, as I wrote about in a previous post, An odd fellow.
To read more about Sam Ebner (Jr.) and the memorial that stands in honor of him and his fellow soldiers from Grosspold, Romania, lost during that tragic war, see The Fallen-Part I, The Fallen-Part II, and The Fallen-Part III. Part III reprints the letter my grandmother kept, that reveals how she and my grandfather, 5000 miles distant from their homeland, helped make the memorial possible.
So today, I thank all of our men and women serving so far from home for their service, bravery, and commitment in our own tragic war. I wish them safely returned into their families’ arms again.
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How fitting to read this on Memorial Day…Naomi
Thank you for so eloquently reminding us of the courage and sacrifice of our armed forces. Your testimonial vivdly brings home what our troop endure. Katy
A beautiful and apt posting for Memorial Day, when we recall these warriors and the sacrifices they made.
On this day, when we can see family and friends, let a flag fly and enjoy the bounty of living in this country, we remember those who made it possible. Will there ever be a day when young men and women will not be called to make those sacrifices? Let us pray that comes sooner than later.
Thank you for sharing these mementos from your family in this Memorial Day tribute.