Robert Jensen

Robert Jensen

(6th Bomb Group, 20th Bomber Command

Tinian Island—1944-1945)

 

         Bob Jensen returned to Denver in 1942 after working in California for several years. Always a kind and quiet man, he resembled a venerable Washington senator with a mane of white flowing hair and Roman face. At other times, his countenance was that of a mischievous elf who loved playing practical jokes on family and friends. His wartime photographs show an easy-going soldier with a flair for the dramatic. With the exception of a few wartime letters and his recently discovered memoirs, his feelings regarding the war were kept close to his chest.

 

          At the end of the Depression, Bob found a decent paying job on the West Coast, one that gave him the opportunity of pursuing his childhood dream of working with aircraft design and construction at Consolidated Aircraft, and escaping the monotony of farm work. The attack on Pearl Harbor changed the direction of his life once again. Bob became a witness to the dawn of the atomic age and the end of the Pacific War.

 

          Robert Jensen, 6th Bomb Group

          Tinian Island, April 1945  

          We have been working almost twenty-four hours a day. It was worth it, however, because we sure gave the Japs in several cities a real hot foot. It is surprising and amazing how successful the missions have been,” I would like to see every city large or small completely flattened, and all of the Japs killed.       

       For several weeks, our bombers left here loaded with fire bombs. They left Tokyo burning like a forest fire. The heat from the fires was so intense that the thermal currents turned one of our planes completely over. After this strike every major industrial city—Nagoya, Osaka, and Kobe—were hit. You would be surprised at the tonnage dropped, even though our planes numbered only a few hundred. Wait until we send about a thousand of our planes over Japan. We will sink their islands. The 39th Squadron never lost a plane in all of those raids, regardless of what Tokyo Rose might have said to the contrary.

Anne GaryB-29
                     Flight crew # 3902 of the ill fated B-29,                                  The Anne Garry III being loaded on morning of April 12,
                          Anne Garry III (February 1945)                                               1945 for a mission against Koriyama, Japan
 

 

         August 8, 1945    

         On this morning, ground personnel at North Field, Tinian Island congregated behind a cordoned-off, Y-shaped hard pad adjacent to runway number one. It was one of the few times that other military personnel had been able to approach these specially adapted planes. A 10,800-pound, plutonium-enriched bomb called “Fat Man” was off-loaded from a straddle carrier into a large concrete-lined pit. Bock’s Car, the B-29 assigned to deliver the second atomic bomb, was then towed over the pit the pit in preparation for loading the enormous piece of ordinance.

         A tenting material covered the area and part of the B-29 to keep away the hot summer’s sun; no one knew for sure how fissionable material reacted with the sun’s heat. The bomb loading team moved about in secrecy underneath the tarpaulin. An air of expectancy enveloped the waiting crowd.

         “I didn't see the first A Bomb loaded,” remembered Robert Jensen briefly of the day’s importance. “But I did observe the second one. It was a fat lemon-shaped one, light green in color. It took a tractor-trailer just to load it. The bombs were loaded from a pit like the old service station grease pits.” He later remembered, “By the grace of God, my family had survived the war. I thought it was a miracle.” 

         September 2, 1945 and VJ-Day

         On Sunday, I flew to Tokyo and Yokohama as a Right Waist Gunner with Captain Clay. We took off  from Tinian at 0205 hours in the morning with twenty of our planes. It was a long trip but certainly worth the time. We passed over Iwo Jima on both the outgoing and returning trips. As our formation came together, we flew low over Tokyo at 7,000 feet. The plains around the city are certainly beautiful. It is all under cultivation. Everything is green. However, Tokyo is a sad looking place. Great areas of the capitol were left with nothing but red ash. Only a few modern buildings were still standing in the downtown section. The destruction from the B-29s was far greater than anyone ever thought; nearly 80 percent of the city was burned. As for Yokohama, the nearby neighbor of Tokyo, the destruction was 100 percent. There is not enough left of the city to write about.          

         We flew over the battleships USS Missouri and South Dakota at about 1030 hours where the surrender terms were signed by the civilian and military representatives of the Emperor and the signatories for the Allied powers. We could see the scores of ships huddled around the USS Missouri and the men dressed in their white uniforms standing on the deck. After circling Tokyo two more times at an elevation of 1,000 to 1,500 feet, we headed for home. The war is over.