S/Sgt. Walker L. McNutt
Walker at Peterson Field, Colorado Springs - 1944
Walker in Rome - June 1944
Standing left to right: S/Sgt. Walker L. McNutt, Clemmie D. Hunt, and Franklin R. Albiston
Kneeling left to right: Eugene F. Meehan, Sgt. Floyd A. Gill and Walter Gomer
I sit here and think of bygone days,
Some were sad and some were gay.
There are those we won't forget as long as
For on those occasions our buddies gave all
they had to give.
I won't forget when our crew first met;
We still haven't forgotten that yet.
It was at Peterson we first got together;
Later to find we'd be friends forever.
We went through the phases and were almost
And then we were ready for the big hop.
When we left Topeka, we knew this was it;
For we were out to do out bit.
We landed in South America and there was
plenty to see;
With a new plane we were as proud as anyone
Then we hopped the Atlantic, a long hard
But we were out to beat anything there was
We stopped in Africa, a strange and desolate
But nothing could lick us at this stage of
We stayed over night for a much needed
Up the next morning ready to give them out
We headed for Italy and wondered as we
crossed the shore
What this place for us held in store.
There at our destination we were all a bit
For we were afraid that our plane would be
We suffered our first heartache as our ship
But we couldn't argue for we weren't boss.
If we had been boss, you can bet
We would have been flying that ship yet.
There we had to part with buddies on other
For they had fields of different areas for
them in view.
We arrived at our field one Sunday night
And heard lots of disheartening stories
about the fight.
We settled down and were ready to begin
And prayed that this phase would not mean
Our crew was split for the first mission or
And we missed each other to be true.
Together Al and I flew the first one;
To be sure it was no milk run.
We were plenty scared I know;
This was no practice mission but the real
Then we started flying as a crew,
A little bit more comfort I knew.
With Lt. White at the wheel
At ease we all could feel.
Lt. Funderburk was in the copilot seat;
We knew we would come through regardless of
With navigation Lt. Coen was boss,
And we didn't have to worry about getting
John dropped the bombs with a switch and
His accuracy made the Jerries sit tight.
There Al was in the engineer seat;
He could do things to a 24 that was really
Homer would sit in the front stand and
Keep the fighters on the nose well in hand.
With Gene in the ball and the best that
He could make any 109 turn his tail.
Having Gill in the tail, we couldn't forget
The best tail gunner they have made yet.
Clemmie was the best we could want in the
For knocking down fighters was his taste.
With these fellows I could feel almost
To fly with this all star bunch to be sure.
Many things have happened to us – not to
But sometimes we didn't think our lives
were worth a penny.
Now the parting time is at hand;
We will be going to our homeland.
But no matter how far we may stray
I won't forget - not even a day
The ones we spent together, the sad and the
I'm still in Italy but soon expect to roam
Back to the States and to my home.
But there will always be on the front page
of my mind
The best bunch of fellows I've ever left
Poem written by Walker
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