photo provided by H. Parker Rinehart

Earl Allen "Tuck" RINEHART was the Engineer on this BOEING B-17, Flying Fortress, "Rattlesnake Daddy" He was stationed in Glatton, England. Crew member Clifford Digre wrote the following about Earl and his final Mission.
CREW LOADING LIST
September 9th, 1944
Mission No 119 Target: Mannheim, Germany
Father¡¯s Day is traditionally celebrated in mid June. Author Cliff Digre and his wife of 60+ years are the parents of four adult children, but when Cliff was in the Army Air Corps, he was a single man¡ªas were most other servicemen. However Earl Rinehart, the engineer/top turret gunner, was married and his wife was pregnant with their first child. Cliff writes on page 45 that, Earl ¡°¡­was the tallest at 6¡ä 1¡å and the oldest at 28 years. It wasn¡¯t long before we dubbed him ¡°Pops.¡± As an engineer, I doubt there was anyone better. Robbie (the pilot) said he was the best engineer he had ever known and knew the B-17 better than he.¡±
On page 70, the author describes the September 12, 1944 mission to Ruhland, Germany. When they were 30 to 40 minutes from the target, they were hit by ¡°light but accurate flak. When we passed the flak pocket, Robbie called for an oxygen check starting with: tail gunner¡ªOK, waist gunner¡ªOK, ball turret¡ªOK, radio operator¡ªOK, but then no answer from top turret. Earl¡¯s intercom had been intermittent so Robbie asked that he turn the turret if he was OK. Still no response, so copilot Cliff Hendrickson left his seat and went back to Earl. He was still standing upright in his turret position, but when Hendrickson gave a slight tug on his trousers, he slumped down. He was completely unconscious; when Cliff saw the severed oxygen hose, he knew what had happened. Cliff, with Elmer Mankin¡¯s (the navigator) help , brought him up to the nose. They loosened his clothing and put him on pure oxygen. While Elmer was working on Earl, we were struck by a fierce fighter attack consisting of an estimated fifty fighters (ME-109s and FW-190s) as well as new jet-propelled fighters. At one instant I saw three B-17s hit and going down end over end in flames, and from those three planes I saw only three parachutes open. It was a horrible sight, one I¡¯ll never forget. Our group lost a total of twenty-eight men that day, either killed or missing in action.
¡°When we returned to Glatton, we were given priority landing and medics met our plane. Immediately, they put Earl on a respirator and rushed him by ambulance to the nearest hospital. Later that evening they reported to us that he was dead. Earl was one super person and an extremely capable engineer. He knew his aircraft. On occasion he would make suggestions regarding the engines to Robbie and Robbie listened. He was good and had the utmost respect from all of the crew members. Earl was the ¡°Pop¡± to our crew¡ªthe oldest at age 28. Earl¡¯s hometown was Romney, Indiana. Earl, I¡¯ll forever remember you.
¡°We are off to a rough start¡ªyesterday Carbery was injured by flak; today Earl was killed. What¡¯s ahead? You never know.¡±