Mr. Speaker, I join in supporting House Resolution 360 recognizing V-J Day. Last week, I was honored to serve on a delegation with Congresswoman Madeleine Bordallo, accompanied by Col. Antonio Baines (U.S. Army-- Ret.) for the V-J Day…
Mr. Speaker, I join in supporting House Resolution 360 recognizing V-J Day.
Last week, I was honored to serve on a delegation with Congresswoman Madeleine Bordallo, accompanied by Col. Antonio Baines (U.S. Army-- Ret.) for the V-J Day activities in Beijing, China. The U.S. Embassy staff professionally coordinated the visit.
A highlight was to meet with U.S. veterans who served in China during World War II. It was inspiring to personally meet heroes who still exhibit the courage of their service 60 years ago.
I am grateful for my host, the Hon. Jiang Enzhu, Chairman of the Foreign Affairs Committee of the National People's Congress, who extended the invitation and provided a warm exchange of ideas to promote Chinese American Friendship. I addressed concern that the talks on textile imports had broken down the previous day.
At the Great Hall of the People, we were welcomed by the Hon. Sheng Hauren, Vice Chairman of the National People's Congress Standing Committee. In a frank exchange of viewpoints, we determined China and America have more in common rather than differences.
It was inspiring to join veterans of a dozen nations at the Beijing Peace Wall for the signing for the Beijing Peace Declaration. Our stay concluded with a dinner hosted by President Hu Jintao.
As the son of a Flying Tiger who served in China, I especially was appreciative to attend these events. My late father, 1LT Hugh D. Wilson, was proud to have protected the Chinese people in the Fourteenth Air Force as a member of the 91st Fighter Squadron, 81st Fighter Group known as the Thunderdragons of Fungwaushan, China.
The following report by my father was presented to fellow 14th Air Force Veterans as he reflected on his service.
A Night on a Sandbar on the Yangtze River--March 8, 1945
(By Hugh D. Wilson)
I had spent twelve months in China as a fighter pilot,
flying P-40's and P-47's. In another three months I would
finish my quota of missions and be on my way home.
On March 7, Lt. Col. Getchel, 1st Lt. Phil Van Sickle and I
were called into our CO's office to inform us that we had
been picked to ferry three L-5's (Stinson) from Kunming to
Chengtu a distance of 600 miles. We were to fly by transport
to Kunming early on the 8th. The planes would be ready and we
were to fly half way back by night fall to Ipin, spend the
night and then on to Chengtu.
We took off from Kunming about 2 p.m. with an ETA at Ipin
at 5 p.m. The L-5's had a 165 HP Engine and we were cruising
about 100 MPH.
Van Sickle and I being 1st Lts. closely followed our Col.
which was a mistake, for after about two hours he called on
the radio that he thought he had missed a check point.
I had been doing some map reading and assured the Col. that
we couldn't be far off course and should reach the Yangtze
river in about 45 minutes. So--on we flew and arrived at the
river in one hour. The Col. said he thought we were west of
Ipin and that we should fly east along the river until we
could recognize some check points.
Ipin is at the foot of the Himalaya mountains on the
headwaters of the Yangtze river. We were warned not to fly
much west of Ipin because there was a tribe of Chinese head
hunters at the foot of Mt. Minya Konka. (Second highest
mountain in the world 24,900 ft.)
It was getting dark about this time as I spotted a white
sand bar that I thought we could land on. We all agreed and
flew down close to get a good look. The river runs thru a
narrow valley with mountains on each side rising to 800 ft.
On landing the Col. who went in first landed too far from
the water where the sand was soft and nosed but he was not
hurt. Van Sickle and I were both from Florida and knew that
on our beaches the sand is firmer at the water's edge. We
both got in fine. In a few minutes it was dark.
In about thirty minutes we could see a circle of lanterns
all around us and closing in slowly. We didn't know whether
they were head hunters or who. As they closed in on us we
stood close together and agreed to be as friendly as possible
(all the Chinese we knew was ``Ding How''--``good''). Inside
my jacket I had the Chinese and American flag and I took it
off to show them.
There were at least fifty men all with a lantern with
candles in them and each had a gun of some kind. I have never
seen as many old guns, some were blunderbusses even.
In a few minutes they acknowledged that we were Americans
and friendly. They took a good look at our planes and saw the
U.S. Air Force identification.
In another twenty minutes, a Chinese Buddha monk arrived
from a monastery that was atop the mountain just above us. He
could speak some English and asked us to follow him up the
mountain for shelter for the night (800 ft).
The monk offered us some food and we decided to eat some of
their duck eggs.
After a fairly comfortable night and assured by the monks
that we were east of Ipin the Col. flew with me west to Ipin
and to gas up (50 miles). We then flew back to assure Van
Sickle that he could follow us home. We transferred the gas
from the wrecked plane to Van Sickle's and flew on home with
no further trouble. This time we all three navigated!
The above summary is indicative of the courage of our veterans in China and it is with deep appreciation that I urge my colleagues to support H.R. 360.