Haunted Military Aircrafts

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Something I find interesting in the scope of reading war stories are the unique relationships you notice that servicemen have with pieces of their equipment and things like lucky talismans.

Some guys might nickname their rifles or their machine guns.

In the novel The Things They Carried, written by Vietnam veteran Tim O'Brien, one of the characters always wore his girlfriend's stockings around his neck for good luck.

And eventually the whole platoon was counting on those pantyhose to protect them.

For other guys, they might have this kind of sentiment toward their vehicles.

I'm not sure if this goes for sailors and their ships.

As Marines, I know we had kind of a love-hate relationship with the ships that we were on, but maybe tankers and their tanks?

Well, the same is often true for pilots and other airmen and their aircraft.

Take World War II, for example.

Everyone has seen the pictures of pilots and air crew proudly taking photos with their planes, giving a big thumbs up and smiling next to the pin-up girls painted on the side.

They always named their planes things like Betty Sue, the Flying Fortress, Lady Luck.

Then there's the victory decals they would slap on the side of the cockpit just to show off how many enemy kills they had or how many missions they survived.

Some guys painted shark teeth on them.

You really can't beat the classics.

And who could blame them?

Those pilots and air crew were expected to fly to Helen back multiple times on the same plane.

So when she pulled through and they all lived, it's no wonder they would kiss the cold metal hull of those inanimate machines and say thank you as if the plane was a living thing that was fighting the war with them.

But metal aircraft don't age, so they usually do outlive their pilots long after the war has ended, especially if the men died while in combat.

But there are strange cases where the planes do seem to keep their pilots and crew alive long after they have died.

If you spend time looking into the stories surrounding some of these old warplanes, now gathering dust in museums around the world, you'd know that there's something very eerie about them.

To put it plainly, this is the smoke pit, and these are true stories about military planes that are, in no uncertain terms, haunted.

I'm Luke Lamana,

and this is Wartime Stories.

Well,

I've got time to kill

all these old planes.

Hmm.

Maybe I should actually read these plaques.

What are you then?

A Douglas C-47 Skytrain

played a vital role in the Second World War, transporting members of the 82nd Airborne Division in Operations Husky, Overlord, and Market Garden.

Huh.

I can't say I envy those guys.

Jumping out of this thing and being shot at the whole way down.

This one looks like it took some flack right into the cockpit.

Oh, gee, bro.

Don't do that.

Man, I thought you were going back to the barracks.

How the hell did you even get in there anyway?

Is one of the doors open?

No, this one's locked.

What'd you do?

Climb in on the wing or something?

Well, come on.

I want to see the inside too.

You gonna to tell me how you got in or are you just going to sit there smiling at me like that?

Hey, where'd you go?

These first two stories were originally submitted by active duty soldiers to Nick Orton's Tales from the Grid Square Project.

Both of them take place at Fort Bragg in North Carolina.

Fort Bragg is a massive installation, covering roughly 284 square miles of land and hosting a number of U.S.

Army units.

One of these is the legendary 82nd Airborne Division.

While being the division's primary headquarters and training grounds where they conduct field exercises and parachute training, Fort Bragg is also home to a museum dedicated to the 82nd.

Alongside dozens of exhibits and memorials, the museum also has a number of aircraft on display that have played a vital role in the division's history.

One of these is the iconic C-47 Skytrain.

The C-47 earned a name for itself in World War II, being used to deliver Allied paratroopers during some of the most ambitious airborne operations of the war.

These airborne drops were incredibly dangerous, not just for the paratroopers, but for the pilots and crews tasked with getting them to the drop zones.

Deep behind enemy lines, with the intense amount of anti-aircraft fire they were always flying through, losses among C-47s and their crews were high.

According to this soldier who was stationed on Fort Bragg in the early 2000s, one of those pilots may still be attached to the aircraft he served served on.

My battalion had recently returned from a six-month rotation to Sinai and was slated to perform various details around the 82nd footprint.

One of these details was a roving guard patrol around the 82nd Airborne Museum at night to prevent drunk paratroopers from messing around with the displays or any other debauchery they could get into around the museum at night.

I was a PFC at the time and was put on the midnight to 0300 shift with one of the senior E-4 Mafia guys, meaning I expected a pretty relaxed graveyard shift.

The whole deal was to have two paratroopers, in our starched and pressed BDUs, Spitshine boots, and a wooden axe handle, roam the grounds of the museum every so often, but we mostly just sat hanging around in front of the building until our relief arrived.

My battle buddy was getting ready to go to the promotion board and wanted me to quiz him from the study guide to pass the time.

But as it turned out, he had left his guidebook back in the barracks.

The barracks was only like a block away, so he told me to stay put and that he would be back in 15 minutes.

So he takes off, and I decide to do a walk around the building and on this knoll where a row of planes are displayed.

One particular plane was the C-47, the kind used in the invasion of Normandy.

In my opinion, it was by far the coolest plane on the lot.

The way it sat, high in the nose and low in the tail, reminded me of a cartoon eagle strutting with its chest out.

I stood on the sidewalk in front of it and thought that if I ever re-enlisted, I would do it in front of that plane.

But as I was stepping away, I felt like someone was watching me out of the corner of my eye.

Thinking that it was probably the sergeant of the guard, I looked around but didn't see anyone else in the orange glow from the lights around the museum.

But what I did see when I turned my head again was a smiling face.

looking down at me from the side cockpit window.

It was so vivid that my first impression was that it was actually my battle buddy who said he was going to go get his study guide.

So I figured he must have doubled back and now he's here messing around inside the plane.

Like a dumb private, I thought to myself, okay, cool.

I'm going to climb inside too.

I walk over to the rear of the wing, but I see that the door is actually closed and locked with a small brass padlock.

And I'm like, hmm, alright, maybe he climbed up on the wing or something.

I duck back under the wing and stood below the cockpit window.

And I'm calling up to him and asking him, you know, how the hell can I get into the plane?

But there was no answer.

Stepping back a few feet to get a better look,

that's when I noticed a soft blue glow coming from inside the cockpit.

It was almost like somebody had cracked a chem light in there.

Then the face appeared again.

But this time, this guy is wearing a World War II aviator cap and looking down at me with an expression of like

sheer horror.

And then, in the blink of an eye, he was smiling again.

And as suddenly as that happened, it was gone.

The light vanished, and so did the face.

Dude, I was white-knuckling that axe handle they gave me when I tore ass around the front of the museum, just in time to see my buddy walking toward me.

dude.

What's going on?

Why are you running?

Someone's in the plane

messing around.

I thought it was you.

Really?

Well, let's go F him up then.

Okay, yeah.

Let's go.

Dude, are you messing with me?

There's

nobody in the plane.

There's no way to even get inside.

No, seriously.

I swear to God, there was a light and a face right there in the cockpit.

It vanished.

Okay, drop the axe, will you?

This is stupid.

Everything all right here, gents?

What's going on?

Nothing, Sergeant.

This guy is just trying to pull some kind of stupid prank.

He's telling me that he saw someone in the plane.

Uh-huh.

Uh, so you saw him, huh?

The pilot.

The pilot?

The pilot?

Yeah.

I probably should have mentioned that.

This plane is haunted as shit.

My buddy didn't believe me at first.

He thought I was trying to play a joke.

But then the sergeant of the guard pulls up.

This guy was old school 82nd, like Panama vet, mustard stain, high-speed ranger goggles type dude.

So when my buddy started telling him what I thought I saw, the sergeant just laughed.

Apparently he had seen the same thing several years prior and just never told anyone about it.

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It is pretty big.

Yeah, look at it.

It's pretty cool, huh?

Daddy going train?

Yeah,

sometimes Daddy even goes way up in the sky and jumps out of the airplane.

You okay, buddy?

You like this plane?

They call that one a C forty seven.

I lay in a plane like that.

All tango.

I'm not

it.

It was dark, scary, and loud.

I had the bird on my shoulder.

What?

Well, that sounds scary.

Yeah,

the bad man trying to find me.

But I was sneaky.

You were sneaky, huh?

What the hell?

Come on, Arts.

Let's go look at the other airplanes.

This next story, shared by an anonymous soldier with the 82nd Airborne Division, also centers around the same haunted C-47 on the grounds of the Fort Bragg Museum.

However, the strange events he witnessed were a little different.

than seeing a face smiling down from the cockpit.

I've been stationed on Bragg with the 82nd for three years, and one of my favorite traditions was having my son with me during All-American Week.

It's an annual event that's all about remembering our 82nd history, honoring fallen paratroopers, and just having a great time together as one big airborne family.

It was great quality time, and with my son being so little, everything was just really exciting for him.

His favorite place to be was the Division Museum.

He loved all of the planes and jeeps and other stuff in and and around the museum in typical boy fashion.

So we're walking around by the planes out and back of the museum, and he's just being his usual hyperactive, happy-go-lucky three-year-old child self.

He got all excited and he would say stuff like, airplane big and daddy go in plane.

But he wasn't quite at the level of actual conversation with his speech yet.

He could form maybe a small sentence or two, but he couldn't articulate details yet, and so on.

We're walking along past the planes, and when we get to one from World War II, which is said to be super haunted, he just stops skipping around and just stares at it.

It was almost like a dog whistle had gone off or something, the way he just froze and focused on it.

He wasn't acting like his toddler self.

So I walk up to him and I ask, you know, what's up, little man?

And he stares at the plane.

His eyes are just locked on it.

And he said,

I was in a plane like that a long time ago when I was older.

And it was dark, scary, and loud.

And I had a bird patch on my shoulder.

I was frozen because he had never spoken anything like that.

So I responded, oh, that sounds scary.

And he replied, yeah,

the bad men tried to find me, but I was sneaky.

After he said this, he just broke his stare and then started jumping around and acting like a three-year-old.

I tried to brush it off.

mostly because it freaked me out.

But throughout the rest of the year, he kept randomly pointing out things that related to what he said.

He saw my staff sergeant at my company operations facility with the 101st Airborne Division patch on his shoulder, and he said, that's my bird patch, but mine was black, white, and yellow.

And then about five months after that, I was in a gun store with him, and he locks his eyes onto an old M1 Garand.

And he said, that's the rifle I had in the plane.

I mean, hell, just last week he was watching me play Call of Duty 3 and suddenly hid behind the couch when a Nazi soldier popped up.

I mean, he looked scared.

I asked him what was wrong, and he kept saying, That's the bad man.

I need to hide.

I've never believed in reincarnation, but this was way too much for a three- to four-year-old to communicate, especially since he has no knowledge on the subject.

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Hey Mikey, how are we doing in there?

Lower deck looks good.

I'm about to do a walkthrough of the upper.

Copy.

Right, just gotta check these bay doors, and we are good to go.

Mikey, you alright?

Shit, hang on, I'm coming.

Considering how brutal World War II was, if any kinds of planes are somehow marked by death, it would be the ones that flew during that war.

But as with this next account, even some of the military's more modern aircraft aren't exempt from paranormal activity.

The story was posted online by an airman using the moniker Killa Mofo.

In it, he speaks about a terrifying encounter that his friend had while the two of them were performing a routine pre-flight inspection on a C-5 galaxy.

He writes,

Back when C-5s were going through the AMP upgrades around 2009-2010, we had an expediter who would tell airmen all these spooky stories about stuff he's seen on base while driving them out to the flight line.

He got a kick out of freaking guys out, and he did this to me and a buddy of mine, which resulted in the cops getting called.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

If any of you have ever been on a C-5 in the dead of night when the wind is up, you'll understand how freaky it can be.

The aircraft makes a lot of fun noises while it's flexing in the wind, and it causes the imagination to run crazy.

After this expediter dropped me and my buddy off, we did what most maintainers do.

We started our safety walk around.

I elected to do the outside of the aircraft and my buddy did the inside.

Now, my buddy is generally pretty level-headed and doesn't ping too often, but as I was transitioning underneath the t-tail and moving to inspect the other side of the aircraft, I hear a loud scream coming from inside the cargo bay.

Freaked out, I started running towards the crew stairs, thinking that my buddy had fallen or something.

Before I continue, I need to paint a picture for those who don't know what it's like inside of the cargo bay in the middle of the night on a C-5.

It is massive, and if you don't have a flashlight, you literally can't see anything.

Towards the back of the cargo bay are more stairs that lead up to the troop compartment where passengers will sit during transport.

And on the right side of the top of those stairs is a metal grate that load masters will use to look down into the cargo bay during flight.

You got that kind of pictured in your head?

Okay, let's continue.

Before I could reach the crew stairs, my buddy comes running down, eyes wide, completely freaked out.

I ask him if he's okay.

He then proceeds to tell me that while he was inspecting the aft section of the cargo bay, he heard a small whining sound coming from the top of the troop stairs.

The cargo bays of the galaxy are often left open, so he figured it was just some animal that wandered aboard and got itself stuck.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Hearing this, he pointed his flashlight towards the top of the troop stairs and waved it right to the metal grate at the top to see if he could find what was making the noise.

According to him, he did.

Only it wasn't an animal.

He said he saw a man with red eyes standing above the grate,

just staring down at him menacingly and breathing with that raspy, whiny tone.

My buddy just screamed, dropped his light, and ran back to the front of the aircraft and down the crew stairs.

Hearing all of this, I, of course, did not want to go onto the aircraft, so we called base security, and they did a full sweep of the aircraft, which turned up nothing.

The two of us were the only ones on that plane.

My buddy was really shaken up, and they had to send him home early that night.

As time passed, he decided that he was probably just seeing things, but me, I'm not so sure.

I have seen some crazy stuff on the flight line, and I elect to believe that he actually saw something supernatural that night.

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Would you look at that?

Look at all that desert.

Just goes on and on, doesn't it?

Yeah,

they don't call it a sand sea for nothing.

We had guys get lost out here all the time during the war.

No towns or landmarks for miles.

It's an awful place to have to land, I'll give you that.

It'll be a real pain in the ass getting all our drilling equipment out here.

What's that down there?

Just to starboard.

You see that?

Looks like a wreck of some sort.

That looked like an old army bomber to you.

Yeah, looks American.

I'll mark the position.

Probably from the war, but best to make sure they aren't currently missing one of their planes.

This final story is one of the most well-known when it comes to the subject of haunted military aircraft.

It all begins about 13 years after the end of World War II in 1958.

An exploration team attached to the British Petroleum Company was conducting a reconnaissance flight over Libya's Calanchio Sand Sea, surveying the seemingly endless expanse of desert, looking for an area they could drill for oil.

With the area being mostly sand, the distinct wreck of a B-24 Liberator bomber was something that stuck out like a sore thumb when they saw it.

The BP team marked the crash site on a map and relayed this information to the Americans.

Since none of their aircraft were missing over North Africa, the American military took the report and filed it away as unimportant.

But eventually, the next year, a recovery team was finally sent out to investigate the crash site.

Once they got close to it, the crash site, it was eerie, to say the least.

The bomber was damaged from the crash.

It had split in two, but it was otherwise in good condition.

The dry desert climate had done a remarkable job at preserving the wreck.

It was hard to believe that it had been there for over a decade.

It really looked like it had crashed barely a week week ago.

The plane's machine guns were still loaded.

The team noted that the ones that weren't too badly damaged could actually still be fired.

When the recovery team moved to investigate the bomber's interior, they were shocked to find that the radio still worked too.

There was even a thermos filled with coffee that still smelled drinkable.

But there was no sign of the Liberator's crew.

Any of their remains, that is.

All the parachutes were gone, so it seemed like they had all managed to bail out.

But the plane's stash of survival gear, food, radios, and water was still on board, tightly packed.

The more the team investigated, the stranger it all became.

They wondered what happened to the plane, where it had originated from, and why the crew would have jumped out and left all of their supplies behind.

The only lead they had to go on was painted on the aircraft's nose in vibrant letters the name of the ship, Lady Be Good.

It turns out that the story of Lady Be Good is a tragic one.

During World War II, on the night of April 4th, 1943, along with 24 other liberators with the 376th Bombardment Group, the Lady Be Good and her crew took off from Soloc, Libya.

Their target was the Italian-held port of Naples.

The nine-man crew flying the Lady Be Good were fresh out of training.

They'd arrived in North Africa only a few days earlier, on March 25th.

Like all rookies, they were pretty nervous, but they were also eager to fly their first combat mission of the war.

Unfortunately, things went south very quickly.

Not long after takeoff, a sandstorm rolled in and forced most of the squadron to turn back to base.

Lady Begood's original breakoff formation started with eight aircraft.

Only four of them pushed through the storm, across the Mediterranean Sea, heading towards Naples.

Once they arrived over Naples around 7.50 p.m., it was more bad news.

The harbor was completely obscured by clouds, meaning they couldn't sight in their targets, and they had to forego dropping any bombs.

Severely disappointed by all of the rotten luck, they turned back.

To reduce weight and save fuel on the trip home, the men ditched the plane's bomb load in the Mediterranean before starting the long flight back to the Libyan coast.

Two of the remaining B-24s changed course and did hit their secondary target on the return trip.

Lady Begood, meanwhile, flew back alone from Italy to Benina, its home base in Benghazi, Libya.

The return flight faced even more bad luck.

12 minutes after midnight, the pilot, 1st Lieutenant William Hatton, radioed Soluk Airfield, stating the aircraft's automatic direction finder was not working.

He requested guidance.

Unfortunately, the ground crew never received his request for help.

The plane then ended up overshooting the airfield and flying far out into the Sahara Desert.

It's believed that the crew mistook the empty desert dunes for the Mediterranean Sea due to the darkness and their inexperience.

Around 2 a.m., with critically low fuel, the nine men decided to bail out of the aircraft.

The now-abandoned Lady Be Good continued to fly for another 16 miles before crash landing on its belly in the Calanchio San Sea.

The men's parachute landing was soft, but they quickly realized they were now stranded in the middle of the desert.

A search and rescue team was deployed from Soluk after their plane failed to arrive on time, but the team wasn't able to locate the aircraft or her crew.

This led to the assumption that they had been lost somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea.

Meanwhile, throughout that night, and then under the scorching desert sun the next day, the Lady Begood crew pushed north.

They likely had no idea just how deep into the Sahara they had flown, and with little water or food, it didn't take long for the men to start collapsing from dehydration and exposure.

None of them ever made it out of the desert.

After the plane was discovered 13 years later by British geologists during their aerial survey, followed by the extensive ground and air searches in May 1959 by the American military, they did manage to find pieces of the missing crew's equipment, parachutes, and flight boots.

The following year, in February 1960, British Petroleum employees finally located the remains of five crew members, 1st Lieutenant William J.

Hatton, 2nd Lieutenant Robert F.

Toner, 2nd Lieutenant D.P.

Hayes, Staff Sergeant Samuel E.

Adams, and Tech Sergeant Robert E.

Lamotte.

A diary belonging to Lieutenant Toner was found, which provided crucial insights into what had happened.

The lieutenant's entries revealed that eight of the crew members survived the jump.

They then walked 85 miles north.

The only water they had between them was half of a canteen.

Five men quickly became too exhausted to continue, while three others attempted to carry on.

Operation Climax, a joint Army and Air Force search in May 1960, led to the discovery of two more crew members, Staff Sergeant Guy E.

Shelley, found 25 miles northwest of the first five, and Tech Sergeant Harold J.

Ripslinger, found 26 miles north of Shelley.

In August 1960, another BP oil team found the remains of 2nd Lieutenant John S.

Waravka, who had died when his parachute failed to open.

The remains of the 9th Airman, Staff Sergeant Vernon L.

Moore, have never been officially found.

Military officials concluded that the crew had mistakenly flown 440 miles into the desert, again believing they were still over the Mediterranean Sea.

Had they known their true location and headed south instead of north, they might have reached the oasis of Wadi Zigan or even found their own aircraft still intact with its supplies and working radio.

Most of the wreckage of the Lady Be Good would be left in the desert, at least until it was later recovered by the Libyan government in 1994.

But in 1960, military salvage teams did strip the bomber for any and all reusable parts and working tech to find homes on other aircraft.

And that's when things started getting

strange.

Lady Be Good soon developed a reputation for being cursed.

Salvaged parts from her wreck made their way into at least three U.S.

military aircraft, all of which subsequently experienced unexpected problems or crashed.

Several autosynth transmitters were taken from the Lady Be Good and later installed on a C-54 transport plane.

During a subsequent flight, the C-54 then began experiencing propeller stalls.

It had to dump its cargo out so it could reach a nearby runway and land safely.

Not long after that, a C-47 that had installed one of the Lady's radio receivers crashed into the Mediterranean.

Its crew was forced to bail out before it did.

Fortunately, they all survived.

The third aircraft was a U.S.

Army de Havilland Canada DHC-3 Otter C-plane.

A single armrest from the Lady Be Good had been installed on it.

Strangely enough, this plane ended up crashing very near to the same Soluk airfield.

The Lady Be Good once called home.

It smashed into the waters of the Gulf of Sitra on the northern coast of Libya.

All of the crew were killed.

Only a few traces of the plane ever washed ashore, and unbelievably, one of these few parts was an armrest.

The serial number traced it back to its original owner.

The lady be good.

Whether or not you believe in things like curses or ghostly attachments, it's still a horrible thing to think that nine young men died stranded in the desert.

The remarkably well-preserved airplane a haunting reminder of what happened.

The tragic end of the Lady Be Good has been commemorated through blogs, books, movies, museum exhibits, and even a stained glass window.

The strange story also inspired a Twilight Zone episode.

titled King Nine Will Not Return.

Various items from the airplane and her crew, including a working wristwatch that's accurate to within 10 seconds per day, are on display at museums such as the U.S.

Army Quartermaster Museum at Fort Grake Adams in Virginia and the National Museum of the United States Air Force.

According to some janitors and security guards on the night shift, items within the exhibits sometimes move on their own.

And perhaps more sadly, the apparitions of Lady Begood's crew are reportedly seen and heard wandering the empty halls, desperately trying to find their way home.

Wartime Stories is created and hosted by me, Luke Lamana.

Executive produced by Mr.

Bollin, Nick Witters, and Zach Levitt.

Written by Jake Howard and myself.

Audio editing and sound design by me, Luke Lamana, and Alex Carpenter.

Additional editing by Davin Intag and Jordan Stidham.

Research by me, Jake Howard, Evan Beamer, and Camille Callahan.

Mixed and mastered by Brendan Kane.

Production supervision by Jeremy Bone.

Production coordination by Avery Siegel.

Additional production support by Brooklyn Gooden.

Artwork by Jessica

Kiner, Robin Vane, and Picada.

If you'd like to get in touch or share your own story, you can email me at info at wartimestories.com.

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