I really had to respond to this one. Gwynne Peirson was my best friend--and my father.
The reason the whole thing happened was because my father and Wendell Pruitt--returning from an escort--were low on fuel. They came out of a fog bank, flying low, and the destroyer was right in front of them. They couldn't go around the plane and expose their bellies, nor could they go over and expose. Both Dad and Pruitt opened fire to get the crew confused--they hoped everyone would be confused long enough for them to get past the ship and run.
When a seabound vessel is attacked, it's supposed to secure all hatches on deck. When Dad told me the whole story, he said he remembers his tracers hitting the water, walking up the side of the boat, and going into an open hatch on the deck--then the ship going boom. I've seen the gun cameras, and that's what happened. The bullets went in and got the magazine of the ship.
Odd last piece of the story. After my dad left the Army Air Corps, he became a police officer in Oakland, California. He was there for 23 years, from 1947 to 1970. His last six years in OPD, he started working on his degrees in Social Criminology. When he retired, we moved to St. Louis where he started a security program for the downtown projects the city had at the time. One of the projects was named Pruitt-Igoe. Because of the debate about whether Gwynne or Wendell Pruitt had blown the destroyer up, Pruitt's hometown had named one of their housing projects after him. Of course, it's also ironic--at least to me--that there is a mural at Lambert Field in St. Louis called "Black Americans In Flight", and while my dad is in it, Wendell Pruitt is not.
It is an honor and a privilage to read your post and to know that your father was one of the great Red Tails. I was in the military so it ALWAYS intrigues me when I read about Black soldiers,sailors,Marines,and Airmen. My uncle Junior was at Pearl Harbor and later when the Corps started accepting Black he was in the USMC. (like me,lol!) I always wonder how back World War One and Two the duality of emotions that Black military men must have faced. It's a question that as far as I know has never been given a straight answer. How could you fight for democracy in a foreign country but be HATED in your own? Your father was a great man and I know deep in my heart if he could have been trained and deployed earlier in the war he'd have given the Luftwaffe 'experten' a run for their money!! Lol! Peace!
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