Volume 46 - No. 25
By Friedrich Gomez
It was only a few weeks ago, today, on Saturday, May 28, 2016 at Avenger Field at Sweetwater, Texas, where the WASP Homecoming 2016 took place. Sadly, it went virtually unnoticed from the press corps. To this very day, these fiercely patriotic ‘fly girls’ – pioneer women military pilots from the Second World War -- are still fighting an uphill battle for recognition. Unlike the draftees who fought the “War to End all Wars,” these women warrior pilots were not drafted into action on behalf of their country – they all volunteered, every one of them. Thirty-eight would perish during World War II and today, due to advancing old age, their numbers are quickly dwindling. Prior to their gathering last month in Texas, a flyer advertising their reunion sadly said it all: “This could be the last chance we have to pay tribute to many of the “The Girls’ while they are still with us.” Almost 75 years after they distinguished themselves as true American heroes during World War II, an elite group of civilian women pilots have only themselves to cling to in camaraderie, as they remain hugely ignored and unsung today. What little recognition they have managed to receive came slowly and, for many, too late.
Back in 2010 WASP (Women Airforce Service Pilots) survivors were celebrated when they were awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, before one of the largest crowds ever assembled in the nation’s Capitol. One can only imagine what went through the collective hearts and minds of these, largely, unheralded patriot survivors, knowing that many of their precious sisters-inarms were not there to share this prestigious honor. Many WASP had not lived long enough, but then again, the long wait was far too long in the first place. (Note: the acronym is WASP, not WASPs for plural since WASP, itself, is plural for Women Airforce Service Pilots.) According to the Washington Bureau (Tom McIlroy) only about 170 women WASP survivors were able to make it to the steps of the Capitol building back then, all of them in their 80s and 90s at the time. Many were in wheelchairs.
Not many are left out of the original 1,830 WASP program. WASP survivor, Betty Berkstresser was there – after seven decades of historical neglect – and she was in full uniform. Berkstresser was once a young girl in the WASP uniform; a pioneer aviator with stardust in her eyes, and a spring in her step. She was 90 years at the 2010 festivities (she is 96 today). Remarkably, she is still with us at age The Paper - 760.747.7119
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THUNDER FROM THE SKIES! Women Warrior Pilots Gather At Texas In 2016
Elizabeth Strohfus, above, World War II-era pilot, dies at 96, March 6, 2016
96. She now walks even slower, and may not look much like a war hero. But she is, rightfully so, then and now. During that ceremony at the nation’s capitol, she finally held her Congressional Gold Medal, signed into legislation by President Barack Obama, and bestowed to her (each WASP was given a replica) by both houses of the United States Congress. Berkstresser, once again, had stardust in her eyes, as she once did as a young girl in WASP uniform, when she flew the skies – free from all the male discrimination she had to endure during those early war years. It was a long time coming, and she cradled the Congressional Gold Medal – the highest possible civilian award given by Congress – close to her, as if it were a long-lost child. Because, in many ways, it was. Over the loudspeaker, a voice bellowed: “I believe this is the day when the people of America no longer hesitate in answering, ‘Do you know who the WASP are?’” The words fell upon a crowd
Left, Florence Watson in her P-51, right, Betty Berkstresser
of old-timers and youngsters, alike. A crowd so large that it was unable to fit into the Emancipation Hall. WASP kinfolk, and families of those who had since died, or were physically unable to travel, were assembled. Emotions ran deep and tears were seen on many faces. The words from the loudspeaker were from none other than Deanie Parrish, a surviving WASP who at 21 joined up to become a woman flier in 1943. She, too, was no longer young but, somehow, her words belied her age as they rang clear and strong, and as vibrant as she once was at 21. She is now, 95 years old today. “It was both a privilege and an honor to serve our country during some of the darkest days of World War II.” Parrish’s words could, with justification, have been filled with bitterness for all the years she and her copatriots endured mistreatment as unimportant, second-hand participants in the war effort. Instead, Parrish used her uniform, and forum, to proclaim America’s greatness and, by so doing, buoyed herself and the
country she served in the most noble of ways.
It is most ironic that the WASP engaged their biggest enemy – prejudice – at the very home-front which they chose to defend. They had suffered extreme, overt prejudice from their male military counterparts – and the U.S. government as a whole – all of whom mistreated, ignored, or downplayed their heroic efforts. The WASP were, begrudgingly, allowed to participate as military fliers only as a
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