Hike to the Final Mission of Flight 746


We were in the Olympic National Forest, hiking to the plane wreckage from a 1952 crash. The map directed us to a cut-off trail and then the path quickly steepened, with car-sized boulders alongside us. It was so quiet—the only sounds were birds and a creek flowing towards the Dungeness River far below. 


As we hiked, I imagined what had happened to those men on that winter day.  


An Air Force crew was on a rescue mission searching for survivors from a Korean airlift plane that had gone down near Sandpit, British Columbia. They were in a “flying fortress”,  a WW II B-17 and as they set coordinates to return to McChord Air Force Base near Tacoma, they encountered blizzard conditions. Extreme turbulence tossed the huge plane 800 feet up and down. Their radio connection via Seattle became static.


Screenshot from Seattle PI 1952


Then the pilot clipped a steep ridge in the Olympic Mountains. As they crashed, the pilot was tossed out a hole in the cockpit, and part of the plane slid over the top of him. Thankfully, he lived. The cockpit then burst into flames, but the co-pilot had been thrown backwards into the bomb bay. He and other crew members careened another 2000 feet down the steep mountainside. Debris was strewn over a large area in the valley below. Three men were killed.



The survivors built emergency shelters with parachutes and bandaged their wounds. They salvaged the radio gear from the plane—but attempts to radio for help failed because they were in a deep valley. The following day, when the weather cleared enough, a helicopter crew spotted them and rescued the survivors as well as those who perished. 




The crash has been called both a tragedy and a miracle—for if the plane had been 20 feet lower, it would have hit head-on into the ridge. If it had somehow cleared the first ridge it would have certainly crashed fully into the higher mountain peaks straight ahead. The heavy snowpack cushioned the fall down the jagged mountain—sparing the lives of the survivors.


The Air Force retrieved the critical components from the downed craft, but no attempt has been made to remove it from its final resting place.





Sun glistened off what appeared to be an engine housing. Further ahead we could see the surprisingly preserved landing gear. The planes interior “bomb bay” skeletal framework reminded me of how the men clung on as they slid down the mountain—with the cockpit already on fire.  


The wreckage is a sobering reminder of the sacrifice made to help others in need. It was the final mission for three men. For the others it became a story of survival. They remained in the Air Force serving our nation. 




I looked at the sun shining through the trees, it was a peaceful resting place for wreckage that remains a vivid testimony. Oh, America, you’ve raised many courageous and committed men and women who are willing to do what these men did. 


This hike will forever remind me that being committed and courageous is still worth the effort here in America. 


Air Force Flight SB-17 44-85746 crew:


Captain Casimir Hybki Jr.

Captain Kenneth Sentner

Flight Engineer Carl Scargall

Sergeant Edgar Farmer

Sergeant Charles Hartke


Radio Operator John DeRoth Died 1/19/52

Navigator Stanley Lankiewicz Jr. Died 1/19/52

Flight Engineer Alan Ball Died 1/19/52

Popular posts from this blog

Dreaming the Dream

Image
Dreaming big dreams about the future is easy for kids. The only thing standing in the way is time.  Kid’s dreams are not about skills, or opportunities, or even practicality. Those things come much later.  My grandson hopes to be professional soccer player when he grows up. This week, a small piece of his dream came true when his Boys and Girls Club was invited to participate in pre-game activities with the Seattle Sounders Football Club.  He got to suit up in a real jersey and walk on the field with a real pro player. Imagine a young soccer player looking up to who he hopes to be one day. If you haven’t taken the time to talk to a child about their future dreams—you should.  They believe. As we get older we sometimes forget that dreams fuel our hopes—and that's something we all need. So, do you still dream? Or have you left those childhood thoughts behind?  S pending time with children will  inspire you to believe agai
Read more

Wild or Tame? Which One Are You?

Image
Finally! Research that explains why I act the way I do. Columbia University’s Motivational Science Center studied people’s activities and what brought them the most happiness. Even more telling were how those activities changed as they aged. Twenty-somethings tend to equate happiness with high-energy activities. Words like excited and ecstatic are usually attached to spontaneous things—even risky things—and living life full throttle.  Researchers labeled this Promotion Motivation —the urge to take chances, including career moves that may not work out. Happiness comes from happenings—the more happenings, the more happiness. By age forty, adults associate happiness with things running smoothly at work and home. It’s also about feeling secure in relationships. Keeping healthy matters more too. This behavior is called Prevention Motivation —and people are more concerned with preserving and maintaining the things they value. It appears that time ofte
Read more

The Quiet Dad

Image
After my granddaughter’s gymnastics, she’d always ask to go to the park next door—even in the winter. When you’re a high energy child, cold is relative. Our routine seemed to overlap with a dad and his son. I’d watch them as I watched my granddaughter go through her favorite activities—crossbar, swings, spinner, and the curly slide.  But the dad was not doing the same. He’d go hand-in-hand with his boy—pointing to trees, clouds, and the texture of the grass. I could see they were in a different place—one of sights, smells, and feels.   His son didn’t speak, so the father spoke into the silence around them. Since it was winter, the park was quiet—just the four of us—an energetic girl, and a boy who experienced the park in a way I never had.   We were at the same place, but in different worlds.    I saw a father’s love for his son expressed in quiet words of exploration. Never once did his son use the swing or try the crossbars. His world was spent touching tree bark and looking a
Read more