Lt. Frank Ebner Gartz DOB 1924
This Veteran’s 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.
To read my Chicago Tribune Perspective essay about my grandmother’s heartfelt letter to my Uncle Ebner, written on November 11, 1943, into which she “poured all the mothering she could muster,” go to this link: “Words, War, Worry”
Most of the content of his post was originally published in honor of Memorial Day, 2012.
Please, if you would like to use any of the photos on this blog, you must ask permission, credit the photographer, and provide a link back to this blog, Family Archaeologist.
And on this Veteran’s Day, I can’t help but wonder why we have to sacrifice our young men to war. What a beautiful and sad tribute.
I couldn’t agree more. My grandmother lost her brother and her son–and so many mothers lost so much more. Got to find a way to negotiate, but sometimes, (as with HItler and Pearl Harbor) we were left little choice. Nice to hear from you! I’ve been a bit silent for a while.
Thanks, again, for making the personal political/meaningful in your Veteran’s Day post, Linda.
TWhat a great tribute.
I also see according to Geneabloggers, today is your 2nd year anniversary since you’ve been blogging. Happy Blogiversary.
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Happy Blogiversary! Blog like yours inspire me to improve mine. I’m about the celebrate my two month Blogiversary.
Linda, at the start of a New Year, when I get to thinking about the old year in review, I can’t help but think of the blogs I’ve enjoyed reading the most.
Yours has definitely been one of them.
I’ve had the opportunity to designate your blog as a “Blog of the Year 2012” and want to thank you for sharing all that you’ve written on your family history.
I’ve explained more about the Blog of the Year award here.
Thanks again for everything you’ve done in sharing your family’s story here.