Old Man in a Baseball Cap: A Memoir of World War II
By Fred Rochlin
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Conceived in a storytelling workshop given by Spalding Gray, Old Man In a Baseball Cap is not your typical story of World War II. Rochlin recounts in gritty detail how he--an ordinary young man--was thrust into outrageous circumstances during an extraordinary time. Whether he's bumping up against the army's bigotry because he's Jewish, aiding in the delivery of a baby by cesarean section, being ordered to obliterate a Hungarian village, or parachuting from his plane in the middle of Yugoslavia and then walking 400 kilometers to safety with an amorous guide, Rochlin captures the Intensely powerful experience of a teenager away from home for the first time. Old Man In a Baseball Cap is an astonishingly fresh, candid look at "the last good war." At once naive, candid, and wise, Fred Rochlin's voice is unforgettable.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Fred Rochlin's book about his experiences in WWII as a navigator is a great book. It reminds me of the guys that hang out where I take flying lessons. He told his story like it was, didn't make himself into a hero, or ascribe better motives to himself than he actually had. His telling of the events that occurred so long ago seemed like he was writing about what happened last week or last month. He tells of the claustrophobia and cramped area for the navigator and the brutality of fellow soldier's deaths in a matter-of-fact that way that serves to make them more horrible. His sensitivity and the sweetness with which he describes Maria "the Mexican Indian woman" who raised him still seemed like the little boy who learned her simple wisdom. His account of the racism black soldiers received was poignant to me as I went to see Tuskegee yesterday and met a few of those soldiers who went through so much. I thought the account of the black aviators deliberately irritating the racist KKK raised Colonel over the radio while protecting and defending the bombers was both hilarious and sad. Rochlin's problems in the army, including him being Jewish and his account of people ending up with jobs based on their last name give a blunt view of the time without him dwelling on it or feeling sorry for his lot. He was chosen as a navigator because Jews were supposed to be good with numbers and navigation was being "an accountant in the sky." His experiences and feelings on the matter of race, his appraisal of the Colonel's behavior and his admiration of the Tuskegee airmen make his feelings on racism and equality quite clear. If you're offended easily, maybe you won't like this book as there's cursing, sex, and depending on your viewpoint, murder, but he's not telling you to do as he did, he's just telling it like it was. He believed all people have a story and should get a chance to tell it. More of us should do, and hopefully we could do it as unflinchingly, and as entertainingly, as he did.FAVORITE LINES:"Maria taught me a lot about life....I remember walking with her in the desert. She would point and say, "This is rabbit shit. This is coyote shit. This is deer shit....See, shit is part of life. When there is no shit, there is no life. Just death and emptiness, so don't be afraid of shit. Learn to identify it and then accept it for what it is."......Ten years later, I was nineteen and I was in the Army Air Corps, and I thought about Maria and her advice and all the different kinds of shit I was encountering in the Army. Could I identify and accept it for what it was. Could I?" page 62
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Profane and proud, Fred Rochlin's told-late-in-life stories of his WWII experiences ring true and absolutely genuine. He makes no excuses for any of his youthful behavior as a young air corps navigator who survived 50 missions, and he makes good on his own personal mantra - before it's too late, "tell your story." This is a terrific little book that I read in just a few hours. Wish I coulda met this guy. Rochlin died of leukemia in 2002.
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Old Man in a Baseball Cap - Fred Rochlin
MILK RUN TO GENOA
IN DECEMBER 1942, I FINISHED my cadet training, was commissioned a second lieutenant, and was ordered to Mather Field near Sacramento, California, to meet the crew I was to be assigned to.
We were to take an eighteen-week training course in practice bombing, formation flying, aerial gunnery, and navigation, and do all the stuff that you have to learn to get ready for combat.
We started training flying the very next day, and the first week, we just flew all over the United States, dropping bombs on bombing ranges, practicing formation flying, aerial gunnery, weird navigation exercises; we did very well, so well that, by the end of the first ten days, we were the hottest crew on the base and had the best record in everything.
Shorty Haden, the bombardier, was my roommate at the BOQ, the Bachelor Officers’ Quarters, and we got to be really good friends. We were about the same age, and we’d just talk and talk and talk.
When we weren’t flying, all the guys would get off the base, go to Sacramento or San Francisco to try to pick up girls or at least get drunk. Kind of relax, try and have a good time, you know, what guys are supposed to do.
Well, not Shorty, he’d go to town and spend quite a bit of time in church. He was very religious and then he’d go and haunt these little antique shops.
The first Saturday we had off, we all went to the Wagon Wheel Hotel in town. Shorty said he’d meet us back at the base later.
I got in about midnight, and Shorty was there still awake and waiting for me and he was just gushing, alive with excitement, and he said, Oh, you’ll never guess what I found today.
I said, What?
And he said, Look here,
and he opened the lid to his foot locker and there were his clothes and three little cups and saucers.
So I said, Look at what?
He blurted, At these, at these,
and he took out those little cups and saucers and said, Aren’t they just precious? Can you believe this one is a genuine Worcester, late eighteenth century? Can you believe how lucky I am? Aren’t you jealous? And this is a Miessen, and this is turn-of-the-century Wedgwood, not really rare but still very nice.
I tried to be enthusiastic, I didn’t want to be a wet blanket.
I said, Swell. Where’d you find them?
He said, Sacramento is just a gold mine, no one here knows what they’re worth.
Yeah, what they cost.
Only eighty-five dollars.
I said, Jesus, that’s half a month’s pay.
He said, Yes, but they’re worth five times that, these are museum pieces. Oh, my mother will be thrilled when she gets these. And I have to borrow fifty dollars from you till payday.
Well, I thought, This guy is a nut case, but what could I do, so I said, Sure.
The next night, he took my fifty dollars, went to the Officers’ Club, got into a poker game and won one hundred twenty-five bucks. Then he paid me back the dough he owed me, got in another poker game and won two hundred dollars and change. Then he went to Sacramento and brought back a whole mess load of those damn little cups.
So I said, Shorty, what are you going to do with all those damn little cups and where’d you learn how to play poker so well?
Shorty said that he was an only child and his mother was a widow and she loved these little cups, had a collection of them, and she and Shorty studied about porcelain almost every evening after school when he was home. He knew all about Spode, and Rockingham and Royal Danish, and St. Ives, and Rouen and Lowestoft, and every other damn cup.
And he said, And everybody in Jefferson City plays poker and it’s not too hard to win if you understand how, just be patient, don’t be afraid to fold, play the odds, only bet on the good hands, and the most important thing, don’t expect God to intervene to make you win.
He thought the guys at the Officers’ Club were nice guys, but just didn’t know anything about playing poker.
So I figured Shorty wasn’t so nuts after all, he just had the hots for little cups, okay? Look, it takes all kinds of guys.
After three weeks Major Ferguson, the chief training officer, called in the whole crew. We were worried, didn’t know if we were in some kind of trouble.
Major Ferguson said, Your crew has been here three weeks and you’ve got the best performance record of any crew on the base. Do you men feel you’re ready for combat? Do you think you can fly fifty combat missions?
Yes sir.
We were getting excited.
Well, you’ve only been here three weeks, but you’re doing better than crews that have finished the whole eighteen-week course. They’re desperate for replacements in the 15th Air Force in Italy. Can you handle that?
Yes sir.
Major Ferguson said, Okay, we’ll issue the orders this morning. Get packed up and fly to Wichita this afternoon and pick up a new plane there. Good luck, gentlemen.
That was that.
Outside, we said, Italy—WOW!
We were excited, we were hoping for England, we didn’t want the South Pacific—never thought of Italy.
We flew to Wichita that afternoon, where we picked up a brand-new bomber, a Consolidated B—24. The next day, we flew from Wichita to Miami. The next day, we flew from there to Trinidad. Next day to Natal, Brazil. Next day, from there across the Atlantic Ocean to Dakar, Senegal, in West Africa. Next day, from there across the Sahara, over the Atlas Mountains into Marrakech, Morocco. And the next day, from there to Bizerte, Tunisia. We were out of the United States six days. At Bizerte we were told to refuel and fly on to Orto Vecchio, Italy. We landed at Orto Vecchio. At the tarmac, a jeep was waiting for us with a big sign that said Follow Me
and we followed it. We went up to our staging area, got out of the plane, and got on a truck. They took us to the 656th Squadron, we were going to be assigned to it. We met Major Thompson, commander of the 656th Squadron; he took us into his tent, he welcomed us. We were going to replace another crew. He told us what to expect, what to do. He was very nice to us. I appreciated him. He sort of told us the rules, where the officers ate, where the Officers’ Club was, where the enlisted men ate, where their club was, where our tent would be.
He said, If you have to get laid, go to Foggia. Don’t go to Orto Vecchio. If you get gonorrhea, we’ll put you in jail. If you get syphilis, we’ll shoot you. You came here to fly, not to fuck.
He said, The best thing to do is jack-off. That’s what I do.
Major Thompson was straight arrow. He was out of West Point. He told you how it was.
A sergeant took us to our tent.
The sergeant said, We haven’t cleaned this tent up yet, but we’ll come by and get the other guys’ stuff.
I said, What do you mean?
He said, This is the crew that was shot down yesterday. This is Tom Harrison’s crew.
I thought, Oh-oh.
We went in there, I felt kind of creepy. Their cots hadn’t been made. Their clothes were lying around, socks on the floor. There was Tom Harrison’s wife’s or girlfriend’s picture, she was cute.
The sergeant said, If there’s anything here to drink, drink it. Take whatever you want. We’ll come after the other stuff later.
That night, we went to the Officers’ Club. Major Thompson was there and said, I’m making assignments right now. We break you in little by little. For tomorrow we need a navigator, a bombardier, and a nose gunner. We’ll take Rochlin, navigator; Haden, bombardier; and Hughes, nose gunner. You’ll all fly with Lieutenant Carson.
I looked at Shorty.
Shorty said, Jesus mercy.
I thought, Less than a week ago, we were still in the U.S.
I was excited—real combat, no more training exercises. At 4 A.M. the next morning, some guy woke us and we went to briefing. We were going to go and bomb Genoa. Genoa, Italy.
Major Thompson said, "It’s going to be a