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The Inspiring Story About One Man's Search for a Lost WWII Hero...

...and How it has Mushroomed into a Global Organization of Professional Volunteers, Determined to Bring Closure to Thousands of WWII MIA Families and Comrades. 

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In the make-believe jungles of his boyhood back yard in Tacoma, Wash., Ken Moore fondly remembers playing "Army." With the round World War II Army Air Corps patch that his mom tacked to his T-shirt sleeve, Moore trampled the enemy and saved the world, just as he imagined that his Uncle Billy did a decade before, wearing that same patch.

When Moore grew up and the patch came off, he began to ask his family questions about the uncle he never met. He knew Billy was a 5-foot-8-inch high school state-champion basketball player, a gifted woodworker and mechanically inclined-- a man who was "kind, decent and didn't take himself too seriously."

 

Family Uninformed/Misinformed

 

Lt. William Weber (Uncle Billy)

But what he wanted to know was what happened to Lt. William "Billy" Weber during World War II and why did he never came home. Moore's mother, Pauline Moore, knew nothing about what happened to her youngest brother. All she knew was that he was listed as M.I.A. (missing in action) during the war.

She didn't know Billy was a pilot, selected to fly the most sophisticated aircraft of its day-the B-29; she didn't know that he was stationed on a tiny tropical island, Tinian Island, in the Pacific, where the plane he flew was parked on runway No. 1, a stone's throw away from one of the most noted aircraft in American history-the Enola Gay.

Because of the lack of information within Moore's family, the rumors about Uncle Billy abounded. Some said he was a fighter pilot, and some insisted that he was a foot soldier. But no one knew for sure.

 

Indeed, no one in the Weber family had any idea that on March 24, 1945, Uncle Billy boarded the silver-shelled aircraft nicknamed "The Life of Riley" and never returned to base.

No one in the Pacific saw the plane go down, and no one found any evidence of a crash. Between 1945 and 1949, the military conducted no fewer than five official searches for the missing aircraft and its crew. All came up empty.

Vanished Without a Trace

Of the 3,970 B-29s flying combat missions in the Pacific during World War II, 547 were "lost in combat," and three were officially categorized as having "vanished without a trace!" The Life of Riley was the only one to have done so with only

Front side view of "The Life of Riley" in early 1945

9 crew members aboard, two less than what is officially mandated to fly the giant aircraft.  

 

The wild stories about Billy that Moore's family recounted for him over the years left him with more questions than answers. "As a kid, iupset and deeply perplexed me that a family member of whom everyone spoke so highly could abruptly disappear, and no one could tell me where or why," Moore says.

 


Moore's Personal Search Begins

That's one of the reasons why, at the age of 23, Moore decided to get some answers. As a first-year graduate student at Georgetown University, Moore was working on a master's degree in political economics. Like most students, Moore was broke, but he wanted to get something special for his mom who was about to celebrate her 65th birthday.


While thumbing through stacks of first generation documents, deeply immersed in a term paper on the History of U.S. Economic Involvement in Southeast Asia, fighting feelings of despair, unable to buy the type of gift he felt his mother deserved,  Moore recognizes that the patch on the shoulder of a photo of a U.S. servicemen who according to the caption, flew in the CBI (China, Burma, India theatre ) during WWII,  was the same as the one Moore wore as a kid playing in his backyard, pretending to be Uncle Billy. Because of his course of study, Moore had  access to do in-depth research. He  realized that his talents as a researcher gave him the opportunity to provide his mother the most unique gift of all--a documented history of what really happened to her brother.

Poking through files at the National Archives in Washington, D.C., decades before personal computers and the internet, Moore learned about the Pacific war's "CBI." Skipping class, he hitch-hiked from his rented condo in Virginia, to Alabama's Maxwell Air Force Base where he found  his uncle's  M.A.C.R. or Missing Air Crew Report, dated March 25, 1945.  On it was the nickname of the aircraft Uncle Billy piloted, "The Life of Riley."  Continuing his search, a few years later Moore found a second M.A.C.R., tucked inside a booklet of official Air Force documents. The second stood in sharp contrast to the one he'd given his mom.

Contradicting Government Records

The identities and number of crew listed aboard The Life of Riley, its departure time and its fuel allocation varied widely between each report. "As a student of government, what I found appalled me," Moore says. "I knew immediately I was no longer on the trail of an aircraft that disappeared under normal combat conditions."

According to this second official government report, The Life of Riley disappeared along with its entire 11-man crew.  But other records show the rear tail gunner and the radar operator were reassigned three days after the plane was reported missing. That meant there were only nine men aboard The Life of Riley on March 24, 1945, even though standard operating procedure requires an 11-man crew to fly a B-29 for any lengthy trip -- especially the 3,500 mile round-trip mission into enemy territory which was listed as its last.

Despite the discrepancies, Moore's mom was thrilled to know a little more about what happened to her brother and was pleased with her birthday present.

Crew of "The Life of Riley:" Left to Right (Top Row): Lt. W.G. Weber, Maj. J.B. Riley, Lt. J.G. Kelly, Capt. W.W. Homer, Lt. Worthington, (Bottom Row): Cpl. English, Sgt. W.R. Bass, Cpl. Dannaher, PFC. Doyle, Sgt. Truelove, Cpl. Ellis


But Moore was less than satisfied with what he had uncovered and vowed to find out the truth behind the disparities.

More Records Bring More Questions

By 1988, in between getting married, beginning an investment banking career with Beverly Hills Securities, and having children, Moore had compiled an impressive collection of data on World War II, particularly about events that unfolded in and around Tinian Island.

After the Freedom of Information Act passed, Moore discovered that there had been radio contact with The Life of Riley on the evening of March 24. In part, the crew reported an "engine on fire" and "we'll keep you informed."

At the time of the report, the craft was an estimated 28 miles southeast of Guguan Island, which is located within a string of islands 1,600 miles off the coast of Japan. With only one engine out and a mere 184 miles away from base, there was no reason why The Life of Riley didn't make it back. "There are documents showing that miraculously one B-29 flew 1,800 miles with one engine," Moore says. "It didn't add up."

 


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That was until he found Billy's surviving widow, Patricia Lane, in the spring of 1989. While they were visiting, Lane recounted an enlightening story about The Life of Riley: It was December 1944, and Billy and Lt. Col. Jack Riley, The Life of Riley namesake and commanding officer, were in Kansas getting ready to transport their newly assembled B-29 halfway around the world to its new home on Tinian, in the Mariana Islands.

Plane Had a History of Engine Trouble

 

After saying good-bye to Billy in Kansas, Lane caravaned with the wives of fellow B-29 crew members.  Pooling their ration coupons, they sped to Mather AFB near San Francisco, California where they hoped for one last farewell before their men took off. Along the way the wives stopped at the Howard Johnson's in Albuquerque, N.M., to get a bite to eat. Walking through the lobby to a room "awash in a dingy orange haze," Lane ran right into her husband. He and Riley had been grounded in the tiny town because one engine had been "fluttering and failing" since Kansas.

In an instant, Moore knew a little more about his uncle's predicament in 1945. Surely, with one engine "on fire" it would put added strain on the remaining three. Of those three, if one was already defective, the crew of The Life of Riley would be in dire straights.

During their talk, Lane gave Moore something else that would lead to his biggest break--a four- page letter written by Lt. Gen. Glenn Martin. It was sent to the widow of Jack Riley, who was the aircraft commander and Squadron Leader of Billy's plane and also Billy's best friend. Along with condolences, Martin alluded to a second radio transmission from The Life of Riley beyond the "first and only" call mentioned in official reports.

 

Last Moments Recorded

The first radio transmission, archived at Maxwell AFB, was tape recorded--the second was not. It took Moore seven years to uncover four radio-operators' hand-written notes recounting The Life of Riley's second distress call. Each operator had written the same thing: "Headed home" and then in parenthesis, a single word, "inaudible."

Given the airspeed, coordinates, and timing of The Life of Riley's distress calls, the military had launched rescue attempts searching Anatahan and Farallon De Medinilla islands, 78 and 58 miles respectively from Tinian. But they found nothing: No burning debris, no bodies and no oil slick. To Moore that meant only one thing-- the military had been looking in the wrong place.

Detective Work Provides New Leads

After analyzing the data, Moore reworked the events of the evening of March 24, rearranging the information from the military documents to come up with a more plausible scenario. What if one engine aboard The Life of Riley was "on fire" from enemy artillery and the defective one was breaking down on the same side of the aircraft at the same time? Based on these conclusions, Moore reversed the flight pattern flown by The Life of Riley and assumed that Uncle Billy had backtracked after the first contact to find a place to ditch his aircraft safely.

Moore's hypothesis was entirely possible, according to 20th Air Force Historian, Fiske Hanley. But it still didn't explain one issue that had bothered Moore from the beginning.

Why had Riley left behind his rear tail gunner when they were flying into enemy territory, and, most importantly, why would he leave behind his radar operator, the crew's only hope of navigating a 3,500 mile round-trip to Japan successfully?

The question that was so easy to ask took more than 20 years of research to answer. Scouring records at Maxwell AFB, the Marine Corps library, the National Archives, the federal depository in College Park, Md., the Army's personnel records center in St. Louis, and military intelligence records then held at Fort Huachuca in Arizona, Moore finally found what he was looking for.

 

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Map of The Mariana Islands: Tinian is where "The Life of Riley" took off. Pagan was the mission. And Alamagon was where the B-29 crash landed.

Secret Mission Uncovered

The crew of The Life of Riley never planned to fly 3,500 miles round-trip to Japan. It was all a cover story. The Life of Riley and its "all volunteer" nine-member crew left on a top-secret solo flight on March 24, 1945. Their destination--Pagan Island to drop more than 20,000 pounds of bombs on an isolated Imperial Japanese stronghold.

A rear tail gunner would not be needed for such a short flight that spent little time in enemy territory. More importantly, a radar operator would also be unnecessary. By following the string of islands from Tinian to Pagan, navigation was simple. Leaving behind the navigator and rear tail gunner meant more bombs could be carried.

The story of The Life of Riley and its nine crew members was beginning to take shape. But the real reason for all his years searching still escaped Moore. What happened to Uncle Billy? He decided it was time to take a trip to the Marianas and find out.

 

Eyewitness Accounts

Moore asked his friend Emet Saures (assistant to the congressional representative for the Mariana Islands) to talk to the Mariana natives to find people who may have lived on Alamagan in 1945--anyone who might remember a giant war bird landing on their island. Among others, Saures' search turned up Ben "Vicente" Santos, a native fisherman.

"We pulled up (to Santos' home) at 7 o'clock at night," Moore says.

"So many of the homes there are made out of nothing more than corrugated sheet-metal that the Americans left behind after World War II. That's their home, but they will take you in and feed you every scrap of food they have. It's just amazing."

Though rail thin himself and living in a home with nothing more than rags covering the windows and doors, Santos offered his visitors food before his eyes lit up with the chance to tell his story.

 

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At 14 years old, Santos was the youngest of two dozen islanders living on Alamagan during World War II. He recalled seeing a giant plane land near his home around Easter time in 1945. Nine men got off the plane and unloaded a bunch of supplies.

Santos watched from afar as they then scuttled their craft in the lagoon. With a palpitating heart, Moore listened as the weathered stranger brought his uncle back to life. As Santos told his tale, he could have been reading off the notes Moore had compiled over the past 28 years.

In 1998, Moore took his first trip to the Mariana Islands. For four months, he and two friends he had made during his years of research, Emet Suares and Glen Palacios (dive master of Saipan) hiked through the mountains and jungles of Saipan, Tinian, and surrounding islands.

With his flight-reversal scenario and Santos' story in hand, Moore had concluded that his uncle had indeed tried to land on or near Alamagan Island, a lush tropical paradise just 32 miles from Pagan Island.

Piecing Together The Final Moments

As the final piece snapped into place, Moore was finally able to finish his puzzle. The picture he created looked something like this:

The Life of Riley and its nine crew members left on a solo flight on the afternoon of March 24, 1945, leaving behind their rear tail gunner and radar operator. They completed their top-secret mission, dropping bombs on Pagan Island but in the process were hit by enemy fire, possibly from an anti-aircraft gun that still stands on Pagan Island today. As The Life of Riley headed south back to Tinian, the crew called in their "engine on fire" and told base "we'll keep you informed."

At the time of the first transmission, the craft's speed was slowing to 130 miles per hour, according to Dave Braden, a prominent Dallas-Ft.Worth architect and former B-29 Navigator. A B-29 stalls at 110 miles per hour. Soon after that first transmission, the other "defective" engine started to give them trouble, and The Life of Riley was in danger of stalling and dropping into the Pacific.

Still 184 miles away from Tinian, a life-saving decision had to be made. It was. The Life of Riley and its crew doubled back and headed north to Alamagan's lagoon on the island's western tip, the perfect place to land and scuttle a plane with a 142-foot wingspan.

Determined to Find the Plane

Upon these conclusions, Moore decided it was time to find The Life of Riley and Uncle Billy, and he scheduled his second trip to the Marianas in 1999 with the intent of exploring Alamagan's lagoon and finding the plane. Hiring a group of professional divers, boatsmen and adventurers, Moore assembled a team of 10 men including himself. Having spent more than $200,000 between both trips to the Marianas, Moore was determined to get some answers.

There was only one thing that could stop him: the head of the Mariana Historical Preservation Office. The man didn't want Moore doing his work of finding American World War II MIAs. In fact, the Mariana museum, which was supported by wealthy Japanese businessmen, had only one American artifact prior to Moore's arrival.

The day before Moore's Marauders -- a name given by Moore's team by the enraged director of HPO --  were to leave on their 194-nautical-mile trip to Alamagan,  Moore received a phone call in his hotel room on Saipan. It was Glen Palacios.

"The governor [who supported Moore's efforts] is off the island, and the guy from the historical society is going to have us all arrested."

Moore had knocked his head up against many brick walls in the past 28 years while trying to find out what happened to his uncle, but this was too much. With local elections just months away, Moore was concerned about ruining the campaigns of local officials who had diligently supported his efforts. "I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to provide the ammunition for their defeat," Moore said. "The first flight to Guam, I'm taking it. I'm sorry."

But Palacios wasn't going to let his friend give up that easily and showed up at Moore's hotel room determined to convince him to stay.

"We've got $30,000 worth of equipment arriving on the dock, and you paid the government to rent their boat. We finally got all the guys together. We've got to go," Palacios insisted. But Moore was still unconvinced. He telephoned Congressman Frank Cepeda  and told him the trip was off and why. Demonstrating the closeness the men felt for each other and the passion that finding The Life of Riley evoked, retired Green Beret Sgt. Maj. Frank Cepeda wept over the phone.

 

A Spiritual Coincidence Renews Moore's Resolve

With Moore now on the ropes, Palacios had one more catalyst to persuade Moore to stay. "Stay right here," Palacios said as he ran out of the room.

Coke bottle found in the Lagoon, stamped "3-45," the same month and year Weber's plane disappeared. Coincidence?

Ten minutes later he returned and handed Moore an old Coke bottle. As a collector of 1950s memorabilia, Moore felt this was an inopportune time for Palacios to express this gesture.

"I found this while testing our new scuba equipment in the lagoon. That typhoon we had last season must have dredged it up," Palacios said.

"As you know, I have swum the lagoon since I was a little boy, and I've never seen this before. I saw a shiny object in the sand, and so I went over to it and started pulling it out. I kept pulling and pulling, and it was all in one piece," Palacios added.

"Glen, I need this story like I need..."

"Look at the date on it," Palacios said.

As Moore rolled the bottle in his hand and brought it closer to his eyes, there in raised glass was stamped "3-45," the same month and year The Life of Riley disappeared. Touched by the spiritual coincidence, Moore wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Raising his head, he confirmed out loud what he already knew in his heart. "We're going," he said.

 

The Life of Riley Found. Serial Numbers Verified.

Though local police did show up on the docks as Moore's Marauders prepared to leave for Alamagan Island, they were only there to wish the group Godspeed. By 7:30 a.m. on April 29, 1999 (18 hours later), Moore's Mauraders dropped anchor just outside the Alamagan lagoon. Breaking off in two teams, Moore led a group of men ashore while the rest dove below. Though no artifacts were found on land, the divers identified and photographed a B-29 pilot seat, several radios, a Browning M-2 50-caliber machine gun and a Gibson Girl emergency radio.

The laminated M.A.C.R. that Moore had with him listed seven of the 12 serial numbers for The Life of Riley's machine guns, some radios and all four of the engines. By the end of the day, the serial number from the machine gun was inconclusive, but six of the eight serial numbers off the radios were legible. So too were those on one of the engines. They matched The Life of Riley M.A.C.R.

Sitting on a rock outcropping overlooking the Alamagan lagoon, perhaps the same outcropping where his uncle once sat, Moore looked out on the expansive Pacific Ocean. In that spot at that moment, civilization seemed frighteningly far away. So too did the innocent days he spent as a boy playing Army when he felt as close to his mysterious uncle as he was to the Army Air Corps patch, which now was once again stitched to the sleeve of his T-shirt.

Picturing Uncle Billy 54 years earlier, 27 years old, sitting on the same shore, Moore reflected over the last words spoken by the crew of The Life of Riley--"headed home." The words that everyone took to mean that The Life of Riley would land safely once again on the airstrip on Tinian Island, meant anything but. Because most of the second distress call was "inaudible, -- the words "headed home" were most certainly an explanation by a crew member, a piece of their story, rather than an attempt to give a destination.

Instead The Life of Riley set down in a lagoon off the coast of Alamagan Island and the aircraft's nine crew members walked off onto shore. That much Moore knew.

Picking up his scuba gear, Moore turned towards the massive blue of the Pacific Ocean and
headed home himself.

Editor's Note: Ken Moore is currently writing a book, The Hunt for the Life of Riley, in which he reveals the fate of the crew of The Life of Riley.


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