My hero: what my father left unsaid about world war ii

At age 18, my father, Pincus Mansfield, volunteered for the U.S. Army Air Forces in World War II, but he was rejected. He had only one good hand. But he returned and convinced the Air Force

that it couldn’t fly without him. He was inducted on Aug. 13, 1943, and was trained to be a waist gunner, one of the men shooting a machine gun out of the open “gun port” of the B-24

Liberator bomber. “My parents thought I was nuts and did until their dying day,” he said. His Uncle Sammy bought him a trumpet at a hock shop. “Here, when they hear you play maybe they won’t

send you overseas,” Sammy said. He didn’t think his one-handed nephew was going to win the war. Why would they take a one-handed 18 year old? The short answer is that in 1943 they were

losing 75 percent of the men they trained and sent into battle. The Eighth Air Force had more deaths —  26,000 — than the entire Marine Corps. Only Pacific submarine crews suffered a higher

fatality rate. On my father’s 19th mission, over Kassel, Germany, he was hit by flak. He was shot up pretty badly, hit in the legs, buttocks and face. He was sent back to the United States

and was hospitalized for 164 days. _You can subscribe here to AARP Experience Counts, a free e-newsletter published twice a month. If you have feedback or a story idea then please contact us

here._ All this was hidden history in our family. My father never talked about the war and we learned not to ask. “I’m not gonna tell any war stories,” he’d say. In choosing silence he was

like most men of his generation. It was a rule with him and millions of other veterans. But why? Shortly before my father died five years ago, I stumbled over the answer to that question. As

we were cleaning out the old home, I found a small, folded set of pages that had sat in a drawer for 65 years. It was a short journal of the bombing missions he had flown. I had no idea

he’d kept this record. Airmen were forbidden to keep diaries. I quickly read through it. Some of the missions he flew were harrowing, marked by attacking fighter planes, big anti-aircraft

cannons firing from the ground, blowing holes in his bomber and wounding crewmen. They had limped back to England flying on three of the four engines with another engine threatening to quit.