“Eddie”
Rickenbacker was the most renowned American aviator serving in France throughout
World War I. He achieved international fame before the war as an auto racer.
His father always told him “A machine has to have a purpose.”
Eddie went
to the seventh grade but dropped out of school at the age of thirteen to help
support his family after the accidental death of his father. Having an
intense admiration for machines he enrolled in a correspondence course in
engineering after learning on his own. Rickenbacker
worked for the Columbus Buggy Company pursuing any chance of involvement with
cars. He competed in the Indianapolis 500 four times before World War I.
He served in
1917 as General John J. Pershing’s personal driver in France during the war.
After asking
for a transfer, Rickenbacker became the commanding officer of the 94th
Aero Pursuit Squadron. The 94th Aero Squadron was responsible for
shooting down sixty-nine enemy aircraft of the Axis powers. They excelled above
all other American squadron’s shooting down more enemy aircraft than any other
American squadron. Eddie was responsible for personally shooting down
twenty-six enemy aircraft. Furthermore, he was awarded the Congressional Medal
of Honor. Eddie Rickenbacker’s wartime
experiences are recorded in the book “Fighting the Flying Circus (1919).
After the
climax of World War I, Rickenbacker returned to work in the aircraft and auto
industries designing cars. Eddie
Rickenbacker became the president of Eastern Airlines in 1938 and eventually
became the president of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
Secretary of
War Henry L Stimpson asked Rickenbacker to inspect military aircraft bases in
the Pacific during World War II. His plane was shot down while on a tour
forcing him to ditch in the Pacific. Eddie Rickenbacker and seven other men
spent twenty-four days adrift in the Pacific before being rescued. There was a strong possibility that the crew
would have died from exposure and dehydration. Rickenbacker as the oldest
member of the party encouraged the men assuring them that they would be
rescued. The amazing story of their adventure is found in his book Seven
Came Through (1943).
The food
supply was exhausted after three days on the open sea. On the eighth day, a
seagull landed on Rickenbacker’s head which he cautiously captured. The
survivors divided the gull into equal parts using the remaining pieces as
fishing bait.
Charles
Swindoll speaks of this adventure in his book The Darkness and the Dawn.
"On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of the plane, and climbed into life rafts."
"Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were. They needed a miracle."
"That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. Then they tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft."
"Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap."
"It was a seagull! Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal - a very slight meal for eight men - of it. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait ... and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued."
"Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first lifesaving seagull. And he never stopped saying, "Thank You." That's why almost every Friday night he would walk out to the end of a pier with a bucket full of shrimp, and feed the seagulls with a heart full of gratitude. "
Eddie and
his crew spent 24 days in the rafts before being sighted by American airplanes.
Eddie went from 180 to 126 pounds during that ordeal. He lived about another 30
years after that and died in 1973.
Rickenbacker
made his comrades pray every night firmly believing God had a purpose in
keeping them alive. Furthermore, he used his fedora to collect rainwater which
was wrung out of their clothes.
Eddie declared:
“. . . we saw nothing in the way of searching planes or ships. . . . the second day out we organized little evening and morning prayer meetings. . . . Frankly and humbly we prayed for our deliverance. After the oranges were gone, we experienced terrific pangs of hunger, and we prayed for food. We had a couple of little fish lines with hooks about the size of the end of my little finger, but no bait. Were it not for the fact that I have seven witnesses, I wouldn't dare tell this story because it seems so fantastic. Within an hour after prayer meeting on the eighth day, a sea gull came out of nowhere and landed on my head. I reached up my hand very gently and got him. We wrung his head, feathered him, carved up his carcass and ate every bit, even the little bones. We distributed and used his innards for bait. Captain Cherry caught a little mackerel about six or eight inches long and I caught a little speckled sea bass about the same size, so we had food for a couple of days. . . . That night we ran into our first rainstorm. Usually you try to avoid a black squall, but in this case we made it our business to get into it and catch water for drinking. . . . Later we were able to catch more water and build up our supply. . . .”
Eddie
Rickenbacker said:
“I pray to God every night of my life to be given the strength and power to continue my efforts to inspire in others the interest, the obligation and the responsibilities that we owe to this land for the sake of future generations – for my boys and girls – so that we can always look back when the candle of life burns low and say "Thank God I have contributed my best to the land that contributed so much to me.'"
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