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WESTINGHOUSE PRESENTS

"TOP OF THE EVENING"

TED MALONE ... SPEAKING FROM OVERSEAS

NOVEMBER 29, 1944

ANNOUNCER: From the European War Theatre WESTINGHOUSE presents

"Top of The Evening" with Ted Malone, bringing you human interest reports of life and events with 
your men overseas. Long a best selling author and radio personality, Ted Malone is winning new 
fame as WESTINGHOUSE overseas correspondent, with a type of reporting that brings us all 
closer to our men at the front. Now, Ted Malone's recorded shortwave broadcast from the 
European Theatre of Operations.

MALONE: Hello, there! This is Ted Malone overseas. The other evening, just before dinner, I 
wandered into the snack bar and pilots' room of a Thunderbolt bomber base up near Brussels. It 
was empty except for a slender, dark-haired young Lieutenant sitting at the piano in a nostalgic 
mood playing "Star Dust." The ceiling was concealed by two multi-colored parachutes draped like 
canopies from the four corners. The walls were covered with several rather intimate murals and 
dozens of elaborate names and signatures stenciled from flora moldings, until the end of the room 
resembled the back of an enormous Sloppy Joe jacket. It was the club room of the Thunder Bums, 
Thunderbolt fighter pilots who with their buddies, the Panzer Dusters and the Preying 
Angels spelled with an E, are bombing in close support of the infantry and artillery, smashing open 
the Siegfried Line around Cologne.

Waiting for my two pilot hosts, Colonel John Haesler, of Loop City, Nebraska, and Colonel Paul 
Douglas, of Paragould, Arkansas, who flew Captain Leo and myself on our first Thunderbolt flight, I 
introduced myself to the young musician at the keyboard. He was Lieutenant Donald Campbell, of 
New York City, a newly arrived pilot from the States -- no missions, no combat hours as yet. With 
the class of forty-five at Dartmouth College, Don had been leader of the Dartmouth Dance Band. He 
was sure he would like the Thunder Bums, but he would miss the winter festival this year in New 
Hampshire.

Big, ruddy-faced Johnny Haesler ambled in about then and announced we were bound for a 
barracks across the base, where the Panzer Dusters were throwing a farewell banquet for a couple 
of pilots who had finished their tour and were going back to the states. After living on Spam, 
English wartime sausage and 

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Brussels sprouts for six months, a banquet of steak sounded all right, and I went, but not before 
getting a pleasant surprise from another young pilot who had just strolled into the snack bar -- 
Lieutenant Charles R. Foltz, twenty-one, of Oakland, California. Charlie, it seems has a 
grandmother in Ottawa, Kansas, Mrs. John Dial. She writes to him regularly and blithely ignoring 
the fact that there are several million fellows over here and a lot of correspondents, Grandmother 
Dial has several times insisted that Charlie look up Correspondent Malone and tell him hello. 
Lieutenant Foltz has been pretty busy with his sixty combat hours and twenty-six missions, and 
never having heard of Malone anyway, hadn't been able to fulfill his grandmother's request. That 
night, surprised to learn Malone was on the base, he hunted me up with Colonel Haesler, was going 
to take me over to the banquet.

Foltz has been with the Thunderbolt Panzer Dusters since they began bombing and strafing 
German lines back in the Normandy invasion. He doesn't carry any lucky piece, but he's been 
pretty lucky, and he's hoping his luck will hold out so next Christmas, if not this, he can be back in 
the States for some of those wonderful 

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pies and cakes his Grandmother Dial always makes.

Two other officers who played an important part in the Thunderbolt Invasion of France are Colonel 
Lemuel R. Gorrell, of Greensboro, North Carolina, Executive Officer of the group, and Major James 
R. Wernli, of Sioux city, Iowa. Both are married and Colonel Gorrell has a seven-months-old baby 
girl, Irene, back in Aldenville, Massachusetts, whom he has never seen. Colonel Gorrell is 
responsible for all ground activities at the base, engineering, barracks, mess, installation, all the 
headaches, as he laughingly says.

Major Wernli has a sense of humor, too. Aware that I was after a story, he struck a dramatic pose 
and in mock seriousness began, "Dere was I, with shot and shell bursting all around." Then with a 
laugh, he tried to brush me off, but I didn't brush. Colonel Johnny Haesler helped me. It was 
Wernli's raiders who came in on an LST boat with the Normandy invasion was on and set up bases 
for the first Thunderbolt fighter groups on the strips along the beaches. He and his men are the 
ones who have moved forward with the lines to open base after base for their flying buddies. This 
sounds easy, but it means that they used to come in to smashed Nazi flying fields, while enemy 
fire still 

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swept the aerodromes, and night after night they had to sleep in mud and rain-soggy foxholes, 
because their advance positions were strafed every night by the remnants of the Luftwaffe. 9th Air 
Force Thunderbolts have operated in close support of ground troops ever since the invasion. In 
addition to strafing Nazi front lines and supply convoys, they have served as flying artillery to blast 
open holes for the infantry to push through.

Colonel Haesler will never forget one of those Normandy missions over by Cannes when four of the 
Thunderbolts were jumped by about fifty Nazi ME-109's and 190's. "What happened?"

"Well," Johnny said, "you can see we got back, but I can't tell you how; I don't know."

Johnny Haesler's most exciting ride was another one, however, his first mission after D-Day, a 
fighter sweep across France. That day he was not only hit, his ship was shattered. Nazi tanks dug 
in along the road blasted his plane with all the shells they could shoot at him. They shot away his 
controls, shot holes in his wings and his tail. When the ground crew saw the tail of the ship, they 
just ripped it off and put on a new one. Then with typical fighter pilot understatement, 

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Johnny said, "You know, I haven't seen anything like that since the corn-husking national 
championships back in Nebraska," whereupon we started for the banquet.

Lieutenant Campbell was still playing the piano as we left the snack bar. He is a Thunder Bum, and 
this was a Panzer Duster banquet. It had been arranged as a farewell for two pilots who had 
finished their tour and were going home. I told Colonel Haesler that I wanted to see them, and he 
grinned. "It's a funny thing," he said, "you know, they won't be there. One of them is weathered-in 
over in England and the other left this morning; but they are happy -- they are going home. And we 
are happy -- we are having steak." So we are not calling off any banquet just because the guests 
are gone."

"I'll introduce you to a kid named Matthews who just got here - took him two years to catch us - 
quite a story."

And we left. The banquet was one of the adventures that are a part of war - a half hundred fellows 
around the table together, rugged, raw, honest and rich with fellow-ship that men come to feel for 
each other who know that their lives depend on the teamwork and training of everybody around the 
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fellows who know, according to the statistics, they won't all be there at the next banquet, and 
somehow reach a basis of understanding, a plane of living a little above the petty worries that clog 
most lives.

"Troubles?" Huh, when the enemy is only twenty minutes away by air, when you are going to be 
flying over through flak and gunfire in another few hours, there isn't any time for pettiness or 
jealousy or hypocrisy, or sham. Life gets pretty basic at the front. All that is best in a man comes 
to the surface; all that is false, blows away.

It was a good banquet, and I did meet Matthews, and I'll tell you his story, but first a word from 
Westinghouse in New York.

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Now, back to Ted Malone, overseas.

MALONE: I don't think that anyone anywhere would ever insist that war is desirable, intelligent or 
the necessary way to settle the troubles of men on this earth. Nobody likes or wants war. All the 
Allies - England, France, China, Russia and America - stayed out as long as they could. But once 
in, we've all joined to finish the bitter task as quickly and as completely as possible. Regardless of 
blame or bungling, we are committed to fight because we believe the peace and security of a 
decent world depend now upon victory. This same challenge has faced every individual man. Some 
have chosen to meet it one way, some another. As far as I am personally concerned, men working 
in defense work at home are fulfilling their part as fully 

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as any men in battle lines overseas. It is not always easy for fellows over here working day and 
night, seven days a week, for a few dollars a month, losing their arms and legs and lives for 
America - it is not always easy for them to see why some of their neighbors back home sometimes 
walk out when they are asked to work less than half as long, at many times as much money and in 
comparative comfort and safety; but there is less bitterness about this than you may imagine. The 
great majority in America and overseas are doing their full part. Victory is the most important thing 
on earth tonight, and they will be proud the rest of their lives that they never once delayed it.

The great majority in America and overseas are working proudly and unremittingly for victory. A 
vivid example of this tireless determination is the story of a twenty-nine-year-old boy from 
Haverford, Pennsylvania - Lieutenant Hugh Matthews. He has a brother, Joseph, somewhere over 
here, another brother, John, flying somewhere in New Guinea. Back in June, 1943, Hugh Matthews 
joined the Air Corps. He wanted to fly a Thunderbolt fighter bomber. All went well until training for 
high altitude flying, something happened. Five miles in the air, Matthews blacked out, lost 

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consciousness. His ship went into a dive and he almost crashed before he recovered and pulled 
out. For that, Hugh was grounded, forbidden to fly again. Doctors put him through a long series of 
tests in oxygen chambers. He passed them, but the blackout still stayed on his record, and when 
the group came overseas, Matthews was kept home. Obviously, he could have settled down in a 
safe, comfortable job back home, but Hugh Matthews wanted to join his buddies, and so he went to 
work. He began needling the doctors for permission to fly again. He took special examinations, 
special training. Finally, after a series of satisfactory tests, he was granted the privilege of flying a 
small Cub training ship at low level - quite a comedown from the powerful Thunderbolt fighters. But 
Matthews didn't quarrel or walk out. He flew the Cubs and went on working. He took more tests. 
They raised his altitude limitations to 20,000 feet. That was better, but it wasn't enough. He 
couldn't get overseas until he had qualified at 38,000. His superiors told him to forget it, take it 
easy, and sent him to gunnery school to teach. Matthews went and taught, but all the time kept 
asking for new tests.

Once again his restrictions were lifted, this time 

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to 30,000 feet. A year had passed and many fellows might have given up, but not this boy. He felt 
he could be of greater service as a fighter pilot, and anything less than the best that he could do 
was not enough. So he kept on trying. Finally, last September, he convinced those responsible that 
his trouble had been due to carelessness in adjusting his oxygen and not due to any physical 
incapacity on his part, and on the 24th of September, he was granted permission to fly unlimited 
ceiling and thus join his Thunderbolt group in Belgium.

He arrived the afternoon of the banquet, after hitch-hiking half way across France. It had taken him 
almost two months to get over. He had a ten days' growth of beard on his face, his baggage was 
gone; everything he owned he had on him. But he wasn't griping; he was glad. He was reporting for 
duty - 9th Air Force Thunderbolt Pilot Lieutenant Hugh Matthews ready to work, day or night, one or 
six miles in the air, flying through flak and enemy gun fire. He was on the job for you.

That is the spirit of the great majority of Americans at home and overseas. And that is the spirit 
which will bring us victory.

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This is Ted Malone overseas wishing you "Top of the Evening," and returning you now to New York 
and to Westinghouse.

ANNOUNCER: Keeping fit in order to keep on the job was never so important as today. That's why 
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as in everything electrical. If you would like a copy of Ted Malone's recorded shortwave broadcast 
for tonight, send your name and address to WESTINGHOUSE, Blue Network, New York 20, New 
York. Listen to George Hicks, Blue Network Commentator, tomorrow night over most of these 
stations, and at this same time every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for more recorded stories 
from Ted Malone overseas, sent to you with the best wishes of WESTINGHOUSE.

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