Earning $10,000 to $20,000 a week as the leader of his band, Glenn Miller nevertheless volunteered for service during World War II. It was decided to have him lead his band to play for the Armed Forces to boost morale. He was in England as Christmas approached and was scheduled to have a radio broadcast in newly liberated Paris at Christmas and wanted to go ahead of his band to make sure things were in order.
He boarded a small, single-engine C-66 Norseman plane, took off on December 15, 1944, and was never heard from again. The flight to Paris was not supposed to happen because of bad weather there. As a matter of fact, the weather was bad all over Europe that day. As a matter of fact, the Germans used the bad weather that kept Allied planes grounded, to launch their offensive that became known as the Battle of the Bulge the next day. The pilot was ordered not to fly, but a superior officer, also going on the flight, overruled the order.
Glenn Miller was noted for his fear of flying, so it is not likely he would have wanted to take off under such conditions.
--GreGen
My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
Friday, July 11, 2014
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