The final chapter (Chapter 15) of The Shelburne Escape Line was written by Don Douglass and describes
the experiences of his longtime friend and mentor Woody Blondfield, who served
with the US Army Air Forces in WWII as a B-17 pilot. Woody’s plane was shot up
twice during his 25 bombing missions over Nazi Germany but, in both cases, he
was able to fly the crippled aircraft to emergency fields behind Allied lines
in Belgium. In May 1945, a few days before V-E Day, Woody and his crew
volunteered for a humanitarian mission to drop food supplies to starving citizens
in Holland. One of the beneficiaries of this mission was John Slagboom, a Dutch
friend of the Douglasses in Anacortes, who had been a teenager during the war. When
Don and Réanne told Woody’s story to John Slagboom early last year, John
realized that the plane that had dropped tons of K-Rations over his town had
probably been Woody’s. John made contact with Woody by email and the two set a
date to meet at Woody’s home in California. Tragically, on April 18, 2013,
three days before their meeting, Woody died unexpectedly of a heart attack.
John subsequently penned a letter, which was read at Woody’s memorial service:
April 18 2013
Good Morning Woody,
Today is the day we were going to meet each other, at 1000
hours. That was the plan. Well, Woody, the last time we met was in
Holland on April 15, 1945. You were flying over our heads at treetop level in a
B17—the biggest airplane—with open doors and unloading, on the fly, tons of
food only a starving boy can imagine. That was the best bombing we had ever
seen.
Our
part of Holland was still occupied and there was nothing to eat. (I ate my
neighbors' cat, but don't tell anybody.) You saved many lives that
day—that winter was known as Hunger Winter. We found out that you volunteered
for that mission. THANKS, WOODY. That food drop made you my Hero forever.
Can I
tell you how you changed my life, Woody? During the German occupation (my
age 12 to 17), our first school was taken over by the German troops. The
second school was too close to the Allied bombing raids and was shut down. All
that was fine with me (I didn't like schooling anyway). Families were torn
apart and each on his own. After the war, my passion was flying. (That's
where you came in.)
I
had no money, but I had a plan . . . Go to the USA. That was my plan. Sign
up as a sailor in the Merchant Marine. And walk off the boat in
America. Well, that boat went to South America instead, and I walked off
in Buenos Aires, Argentina. But eleven years later, in 1958, I migrated to the
USA. Woody, the story is more complex, but simply, you are my
inspiration that helped make it happen.
So long, Woody. I will see you upstairs.
John Slagboom
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