There is a wonderful book called
"A Higher Call" about this TRUE story below.
The 21-year old American
B-17 pilot glanced outside his cockpit and froze. He blinked hard and
looked again, hoping it was just a mirage. But his Co-Pilot stared at the same
horrible vision. "My God, this is a nightmare," the Co-Pilot
said.
"He's going to destroy us," the Pilot agreed.
The men were looking at a gray German
Messerschmitt fighter hovering just three feet off their wingtip. It was
five days before Christmas 1943, and the fighter had closed in on their
crippled American B-17 bomber for the kill.
Brown's Crippled B-17
Stalked by Stigler's ME-109
The B-17
Pilot, Charles Brown, was a 21-year-old West Virginia farm boy on his first
combat mission. His bomber had been shot to pieces by swarming fighters,
and his plane was alone, struggling to stay in the skies above Germany. Half
his crew was wounded, and the tail gunner was dead, his blood frozen in icicles
over the machine guns.
But when Brown and his
Co-Pilot, Spencer "Pinky" Luke, looked at the Fighter Pilot again,
something odd happened. The German didn't pull the trigger. He stared back at
the bomber in amazement and respect. Instead of pressing the attack, he nodded
at Brown and saluted. What happened next was one of the most remarkable acts of
chivalry recorded during World War Il.
Luftwaffe Major Franz
Stigler
Stigler
pressed his hand over the rosary he kept in his flight jacket. He eased
his index finger off the trigger. He couldn't shoot. It would be
murder. Stigler wasn't just motivated by
vengeance that day. He also lived by a code. He could trace his Family's
Ancestry to Knights in 16th Century Europe. He had once studied to be a
Priest. A German Pilot who spared the enemy, though, risked death in Nazi
Germany. If someone reported him, he would be executed.
Yet,
Stigler could also hear the voice of his commanding officer, who once told
him: "You follow the rules of war for you -- not your enemy. You
fight by rules to keep your humanity."
Alone with
the crippled bomber, Stigler changed his mission. He nodded at the American
Pilot and began flying in formation so German anti-aircraft gunners on the
ground wouldn't shoot down the slow-moving bomber. (The Luftwaffe had B-17's of
its own, shot down and rebuilt for secret missions and training.) Stigler
escorted the bomber over the North Sea and took one last look at the American
Pilot. Then he saluted him, peeled his fighter away and returned to
Germany.
"Good luck,"
Stigler said to himself. "You're in God's hands now..."
Franz Stigler didn't think the big B-17 could make it back to England and
wondered for years what happened to the American Pilot and crew he encountered
in combat
Charles Brown, with his
wife, Jackie (left), with Franz Stigler, with his wife, Hiya.
As he
watched the German fighter peel away that December day, 2nd Lt. Charles Brown
wasn't thinking of the philosophical connection between enemies. He was
thinking of survival. He flew his crippled plan, filled with wounded,
back to his base in England and landed with one of four engines knocked out,
one failing and barely any fuel left. After his bomber came to a stop, he
leaned back in his chair and put a hand over a pocket Bible he kept in his
flight jacket. Then he sat in silence.
Brown flew
more missions before the war ended. Life moved on. He got married, had
two Daughters, supervised foreign aid for the U.S. State Department during the
Vietnam War and eventually retired to Florida.
Late in
life, though, the encounter with the German Pilot began to gnaw at him.
He started having nightmares, but in his dream there would be no act of
mercy. He would awaken just before his bomber crashed.
Brown took
on a new mission. He had to find that German Pilot. Who was
he? Why did he save my life? He scoured Military Archives in the
U.S. and England. He attended a Pilots' Reunion and shared his
story. He finally placed an ad in a German Newsletter for former
Luftwaffe Pilots, retelling the story and asking if anyone knew the Pilot.
On January
18, 1990, Brown received a letter. He opened it and read: "Dear
Charles, All these years I wondered what happened to that B-17, did she make it
home? Did her crew survive their wounds? To hear of your survival
has filled me with indescribable joy..."
It was Stigler.
He had had
left Germany after the war and moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, in
1953. He became a prosperous Businessman. Now retired, Stigler told
Brown that he would be in Florida come summer and "it sure would be nice
to talk about our encounter." Brown was so excited, though, that he
couldn't wait to see Stigler. He called Directory Assistance for
Vancouver and asked whether there was a number for a Franz Stigler. He
dialed the number, and Stigler picked up.
"My
God, it's you!" Brown shouted as tears ran down his cheeks.
Brown had
to do more. He wrote a letter to Stigler in which he said: "To say THANK
YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU on behalf of my surviving crew members and their
families appears totally inadequate."
The two
Pilots would meet again, but this time in person, in the lobby of a Florida
hotel. One of Brown's Friends was there to record the Summer
Reunion. Both men looked like retired businessmen: they were plump,
sporting neat ties and formal shirts. They fell into each other' arms and wept
and laughed. They talked about their encounter in a light, jovial tone.
The mood
then changed. Someone asked Stigler what he thought about Brown.
Stigler sighed and his square jaw tightened. He began to fight back tears
before he said in heavily accented English: "I love you, Charlie."
Stigler had lost his
Brother, his Friends and his Country. He was virtually exiled by his
Countrymen after the war. There were 28,000 Pilots who fought for the
German Air Force. Only 1,200 survived.
The war cost him
everything. Charlie Brown was the only good thing that came out of World
War II for Franz. It was the one thing he could be proud of. The
meeting helped Brown as well, says his oldest daughter, Dawn Warner.
They met
as enemies but Franz Stigler, on left, and Charles Brown, ended up as fishing
buddies.
Brown and
Stigler became pals. They would take fishing trips together. They would fly
cross-country to each other homes and take road trips together to share their
story at schools and Veterans' Reunions. Their Wives, Jackie Brown and Hiya
Stigler, became Friends.
Brown's
Daughter says her Father would worry about Stigler's health and constantly
check in on him.
"It
wasn't just for show," she says. "They really did feel for each
other. They talked about once a week." As his friendship with
Stigler deepened, something else happened to her father, Warner says "The
nightmares went away."
Brown had written a letter
of thanks to Stigler, but one day, he showed the extent of his gratitude.
He organized a reunion of his surviving crew members, along with their extended
families. He invited Stigler as a Guest of Honor. During the
Reunion, a video was played showing all the faces of the people that now lived
-- Children, Grandchildren, Relatives -- because of Stigler's act of
Chivalry. Stigler watched the film from his Seat of Honor.
"Everybody
was crying, not just him," Warner says.
Stigler
and Brown died within months of each other in 2008. Stigler was 92, and
Brown was 87. They had started off as Enemies, became Friends, and then
something more.
After he
died, Warner was searching through Brown's library when she came across a book
on German fighter jets. Stigler had given the book to Brown. Both were country
boys who loved to read about planes.
Warner opened the book and
saw an inscription Stigler had written to Brown:
In 1940, I lost my only brother as a night fighter. On the 20th of December, 4 days before Christmas, I had the chance to save a
In 1940, I lost my only brother as a night fighter. On the 20th of December, 4 days before Christmas, I had the chance to save a
B-17 from her
destruction, a plane so badly damaged, it was a
wonder that she was
still flying.
The Pilot, Charlie
Brown, is for me as precious as my Brother was.
Thanks Charlie.
Your Brother, Franz
Thanks Charlie.
Your Brother, Franz