Jake Herring passed away today. He was 89.
He was raised on a tobacco and hog farm in nowhere North Carolina.
He was drafted into the Army Air Corps, later Army Air Forces, trained in electronics and the then top-secret world of radar.
Assigned to a signal aircraft warning battalion, he shipped out for Australia, then on to New Guinea. He did combat landings on the islands of New Britain and Biak (first wave of troops on this one), where he operated as part of an early warning net, using a vacuum-tubed 1st generation ground radar that broke down into two duece and half and a jeep loads. The gas-fired generator put out a blue flame exhaust that drew Japanese snipers multiple times.
Moving on to the Phillippines, he finished out the war there assisting in one radar-controlled confirmed P-61 kill on a Betty bomber, returning to the North Carolina farm at the end of the war. Later, he walked a US Postal mail route, about 18 miles per day for nearly twenty years.
He had a voice like a country-fied Richard Burton; pure joy to hear a story told in that voice.
Godspeed, Uncle Dick, godspeed.