My name is Dan Paulsen, and I have some memories to share and stories to tell of the places I've been and the times I've lived through--of flying B17s in the South Pacific during World War II, growing up in the Great Depression, gathering military intelligence during the Cold War, and other adventures, large and small. Comments are welcome, and I'd love to hear from anyone who knew me back when. With the help of children, grandchildren, and friends, I will respond.
Monday, June 6, 2011
From my South Pacific diary
Feb. 2, 1943
04:25 Going up to Cactus
Flew up to Henderson Field, "Cactus," * today. Got a tent and dug a fox hole for Lt. Burch, Capt. Marion & myself. Japs dropped four bombs about 9:00 pm on flight strip, got in fox hole & it started to rain. Got wet & bed got wet.
*Cactus was the code name for Henderson Field on Guadalcanal.
Feb. 3, 1943
04:50 Search mission
Flew search today to Shortland.** Climbed to 25000', number 3 & 4 motors acting up, so we ran down to 20,000', #3 o.k. but #4 still rough. Flew over Gizo** harbor and took pictures, down to Munda Point**, took pictures. A.A.^ fire not too bad. Came back. Saw seven ships beached & sunk on last Jap push
Two Jap air raids about 8:00 pm dropped about 14 bombs quite a distance away.
** In the Western Solomon Islands.
^ A.A.=anti-aircraft
Feb. 4, 1943
Went out to plane in the morning to check ship. Looked over 853 which was shot up quite bad. Bombardier & navigator and one other crew hit.
Went on alert starting tomorrow. Ten searches looking for the Jap fleet which is lost. 800 mile searches.
Japs bombed us all night long. One plane about every two hours. We got very little sleep this night.
Fleet 800 miles out. 9A had two carriers, four battleships, seven cruisers and a lot of destroyers.
Feb. 5, 1943
11:00 hrs.
Up at 2:45 am after being bombed all night. We got out to our plane about 3:45 am for a 4:30 take off. While we were waiting to be led out to the mat, we got another alarm and had to stop the engines and head for a ditch. The search lights picked him up and the anti-aircraft was shooting at him, quite accurately. All they could use was the bit stuff because he was too high. Flew all day and sure as hard keeping awake. We saw one Jap destroyer. Two other planes found the Jap.
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