Some Unknown History Of WWII

oldskydog

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I'll bet you never heard of this.
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THE OIL PATCH WARRIORS OF WORLD WAR II



Seventy-five years ago this month, a Band of Roughnecks went abroad on a top secret mission into Robin Hood's stomping grounds to punch oil wells to help fuel England's war machines.

It's a story that should make any oilman or woman proud.

The year was 1943 and England was mired in World War II. U-boats attacked supply vessels, choking off badly needed supplies to the island nation. But oil was the commodity they needed the most as they warred with Germany.

A book "The Secret of Sherwood Forest: Oil Production in England During World War II" written by Guy Woodward and Grace Steele Woodward was published in 1973, and tells the obscure story of the American oil men who went to England to bore wells in a top secret mission in March 1943.

England had but one oil field, in Sherwood Forest of all places. Its meager output of 300 barrels a day was literally a drop in the bucket of their requirement of 150,000 barrels a day to fuel their war machines.

Then a top secret plan was devised: to send some Americans and their expertise to assist in developing the field. Oklahoma based Noble Drilling Company, along with Fain-Porter signed a one year contract to drill 100 wells for England, merely for costs and expenses.

42 drillers and roughnecks from Texas and Oklahoma, most in their teens and early twenties volunteered for the mission to go abroad. The hands embarked for England in March 1943 aboard the HMS Queen Elizabeth. Four National 50 drilling rigs were loaded onto ships but only three of them made landfall; the Nazi U-boats sank one of the rigs en route to the UK.

The Brits' jaws dropped as the Yanks began punching the wells in a week, compared to five to eight weeks for their British counterparts. They worked 12 hour tours, 7 days a week and within a year, the Americans had drilled 106 wells and England oil production shot up from 300 barrels a day to over 300,000

The contract fulfilled, the American oil men departed England in late March 1944. But only 41 hands were on board the return voyage. Herman Douthit, a Texan derrick-hand was killed during the operation. He was laid to rest with full military honors, and remains the only civilian to be buried at The American Military Cemetery in Cambridge.

"The Oil Patch Warrior," a seven foot bronze statue of a roughneck holding a four foot pipe wrench stands near Nottingham England to honor the American oil men's assistance and sacrifice in the war. A replica was placed in Ardmore Oklahoma in 2001

It is by no means a stretch to state that without the American mission, we might all be speaking German today.
 

61BUBBLE348

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Here's another bit of unknown history of WWII, my uncle Des Coombes was in the Australian Army in the Papua New Guinea affair, attempting to stop the Japs invading OZ, he was outside Port Moresby one night in the early hours manning a Bren Gun, they had been under heavy fire for most of the day and early evening, there was a lull in fighting, not long about an hour, next minute this guy comes charging over the hill waving his arms, Des opens fire and kills him, unfortunately the guy he shot was the Mayor of Port Moresby, unbeknown the Japs had pissed off and the Mayor was trying let the Aussie group know.
 

bubpletop62

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My father was in the Marine Corp during WWII as an aviation mechanic in the Pacfic front. Based on a large island, he and several other Marines were in charge of fueling and pressurizing the fighters before they went out on their sorties.
He told me this story when he was in a rest home in 2009:

We were in a lull one day, when we heard on our loud speaker, a Jap fighter talking to us. He knew the frequency so he was teasing us and telling us we all going to die soon. We could here his motor overhead but was to high to see him. After about 15 minutes of harassment, one of our pilots jumped up and said that’s all I can take.

He put on his gear and ran for his waiting fighter. Within a few minutes he was up and gone. We could hear both planes going at it. All of a sudden one of the planes was billowing black smoke. He went down and the fighting stopped. We could still here a plane but couldn’t see who it was. We just held our breath.

About 10 minutes later here comes our fighter coming in on approach. He landed right in front of us. The whole company went crazy. Yelling, laughing, and hugging our pilot. He looked at us and said, “Well, he won’t be bothering us again!”

I asked my dad who was the pilot? He said, “You probably have heard of him, Gregory ‘Pappy’ Boyington”.

Pappy Boyington’s last months before he passed away was in a retirement facility in Fresno, CA. about 100 miles north of me.

This is a TRUE story told to me by an eye witness.

RIP dad and ‘Pappy’.

Dennis Bubp
 

oleblu72

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My Uncle George was in the Navy during the big one and one night his buddy/ cabin mate wanted to swap duty with him for the night and during the night their ship got torpedoed right where their cabin was and that's where his buddy was at the time and he was killed. I only heard my Uncles talk about their WW2 experiences a few times but this bothers Uncle George to this day, now Uncle Roy on the other hand would talk about shooting Japs all day long, didn't like them very much I guess

Mark
 

Phil Reed

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My father was in the Marine Corp during WWII as an aviation mechanic in the Pacfic front. Based on a large island, he and several other Marines were in charge of fueling and pressurizing the fighters before they went out on their sorties.
He told me this story when he was in a rest home in 2009:

We were in a lull one day, when we heard on our loud speaker, a Jap fighter talking to us. He knew the frequency so he was teasing us and telling us we all going to die soon. We could here his motor overhead but was to high to see him. After about 15 minutes of harassment, one of our pilots jumped up and said that’s all I can take.

He put on his gear and ran for his waiting fighter. Within a few minutes he was up and gone. We could hear both planes going at it. All of a sudden one of the planes was billowing black smoke. He went down and the fighting stopped. We could still here a plane but couldn’t see who it was. We just held our breath.

About 10 minutes later here comes our fighter coming in on approach. He landed right in front of us. The whole company went crazy. Yelling, laughing, and hugging our pilot. He looked at us and said, “Well, he won’t be bothering us again!”

I asked my dad who was the pilot? He said, “You probably have heard of him, Gregory ‘Pappy’ Boyington”.

Pappy Boyington’s last months before he passed away was in a retirement facility in Fresno, CA. about 100 miles north of me.

This is a TRUE story told to me by an eye witness.

RIP dad and ‘Pappy’.

Dennis Bubp
Then he was flying a Corsair!!!!!!!!
 
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