Bruce,
          There is so much to be said about any war. Historians say 60,000,000 people 
          died in WWII, about 250,000 Americans. We were relatively lucky. But try to 
          tell that to the parents of the deceased. Including my parents who lost a Lt. 
          Navigator over Germany. As to Frank Curley. I knew him and I remember him. This part is strange because 
          after 54 years you remember so few of your fellow flyers.
        I was a 21 year old pilot flying in the right seat for the McCallam crew. We 
          were together with the Brasher and Bienwirth (not sure of spelling of Bierwirth???) 
          There were older crews ahead of us and younger crews behind. But we seemed always 
          together. We flew sub search out of Oahu. We moved up to Kuajalien and bombed 
          Watje, Millet, Truk, etc. Brasher was generally the lead plane. He was good.
        We bombed Iwo Jima on Feb. 8, 1945. A jap kamikaze fighter rammed Bierbwiths 
          plane and created an instant ball of flame. No one could have possibly gotten 
          out. The reason I tell this is because Major Holland enters the picture. He 
          was considered a very popular officer when he flew. He was returning to Guam 
          from his rest leave after flying 30 missions. He did not impress the war weary 
          young kids who had seen tougher action than he ever saw. He seemed arrogant 
          and autocratic, i.e., "I'll show you guys how we did it in the old days."
        He took over. He set up a mission for the 10th, two days after Bierwieth went 
          down. Major Holland (I always felt that he had been promoted to Lt. Colonel 
          about that time) then set up what we called a "milk run," an easy 
          mission where there would be no fighters and light ack-ack, certainly not Iwo, 
          9 days before the invasion.
        Holland picked Ha-Ha Jima, a couple hundred miles north of Iwo. Therefore, we 
          needed monstrous rubber tanks for gasoline carried in the bomb bays. If we were 
          laurel & hardy he couldn't have fouled up the mission any worse. We flew 
          from the West about 15,600 feet up. We had a tail wind. We always flew at 165 
          MPH indicated. However, at that altitude with a strong wind behind us, we were 
          probably doing close to 400 MPH.
        After flying in view of the island for possibly 5 minutes the Japs had good 
          time to figure our altitude. It was when we released our bombs that his plane 
          took a hit in the bomb bay…remember the gas filled auxiliary tanks: It 
          was an inferno. Brashers plane turned out of control and headed back into the 
          formation. From the distance it seemed two or three flyers got out (the tail 
          gunner was rescued). The others had to be the waist window gunners. No one could 
          of gotten out of the cabin.
        What a tragedy! Here was a crew that had shown enough leadership to be the lead 
          crew and then have the ship taken over by an "I'll show you guys how to 
          fly combat" guy.. it's sick. 
        As to Frank himself, we were a reasonably close squadron. We lived in 16" 
          by 16" pyramidal tents, dirt floors, outdoor latrines, 50 gallon overhead 
          tanks for showers, indigestible food, warm beer (2 cans of beer, per day, perhaps).
        We played softball together, but I don't remember him drinking with us or playing 
          poker with us.
          There were about 12 crews in our squadron, some coming, some going.
          We lived in a circular area, that in the tents were in a circle.
          Frank was a good height, well conditioned and extremely good looking.
          I remember that he had gone to LaSalle High School about the class of '42.
          I went to North class of '40. Later I graduated from LaSalle College, class 
          of 1948.
          Enclosed a map of the area to give you an idea of the war that "we" 
          had. But it was going on all over the world.
          Harry Gibbons
          3/15/99
        Bruce,
          From my diary that I kept and recorded on the flight back home from every target. 
          It was against all rules to keep such a diary, just in case that you were captured 
          by the Japs. But you know us wild Irishmen. Tell us not to do something and…
          
          Harry
          3/16/99
"DANGEROUS CRITTER HA HA JIMA FEB 10th Another rough one. I feel a little 
          uneasy. No appetite. Stomach upset a little. We were supposed to have an easy 
          mission to-day but the lead ship (A-1) picked up some ACK-ACK in the bomb bay 
          tank and caught fire right after bombs away, it was just a flying torch, a few 
          fellows got out but some of them didn't have cutes on. That is two ships in 
          two missions not so good. Had some good friends on it, too. A 10 plane formation 
          hit HA HA at15,600. Bomb hits (word unreadable). I sweated this mission out 
          but good, and then to see that plane peel off in front of us aflame sure put 
          the finishing touches to it . I sometimes wonder if we'll ever get home. These 
          extra missions are sure rough. Last crew was on no. 34. We lead "B" 
          flight again."