WAR and PEACE and A LOT MORE

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 one meter 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 II.

USAAF Lt. Charles Brown

Charles Brown was on his first combat mission during World War II

when he met an enemy unlike any other.

 

Revenge, not honor, is what drove 2nd Lt. Franz Stigler to jump

into his fighter that chilly December day in 1943. Stigler wasn't just

any fighter pilot. He was an ace. One more kill and he would win

The Knight's Cross, German's highest award for valor.

 

Yet Stigler was driven by something deeper than glory. His older brother,

August, was a fellow Luftwaffe pilot who had been killed earlier

in the war. American pilots had killed Stigler's comrades and

were bombing his country's cities. Stigler was standing near his

fighter on a German airbase when he heard a bomber's engine.

Looking up, he saw a B-17 flying so low it looked like it was going

to land. As the bomber disappeared behind some trees, Stigler tossed

his cigarette aside, saluted a ground crewman and took off in pursuit.

 

As Stigler's fighter rose to meet the bomber, he decided to attack it

from behind. He climbed behind the sputtering bomber, squinted into

his gun sight and placed his hand on the trigger. He was about to fire

when he hesitated. Stigler was baffled. No one in the bomber fired at him.

 

He looked closer at the tail gunner. He was still, his white fleece

collar soaked with blood. Stigler craned his neck to examine the rest

of the bomber. Its skin had been peeled away by shells, its guns

knocked out. One propeller wasn't turning. Smoke trailed from

another engine. He could see men huddled inside the shattered

plane tending the wounds of other crewmen.

 

Then he nudged his plane alongside the bomber's wings and

locked eyes with the pilot whose eyes were wide with shock and horror.

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:

 

'

 Y

ou 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-17s 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 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.

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