From: Daryl Potter
I had just finished reading the paper reminding us of all our local heroes when my wife, Beverly, asked me what I was so deep in thought about. I was so choked up that I could not answer. So I will write down what I was thinking about.
It was the three Schellhas boys - Kurt (Buddy), William (Billy) and Gordon (Gordie).
When I was between 8 and 10 years old, I would go with my mother and father to their house. I was just a small farm boy from the Pickwick area, and Billy would take me to the movies, which was a big thing for me, and I always remember how good he could whistle.
All three left college to go in the service. Buddy was a pilot on a B-24. Billy was either a bomber or navigator on a B-17. Gordie was in the Navy and flew a PBY rescue plane.
In June 1944, their parents, Mabel and Kurt Sr., were informed that Buddy had been killed on his third trip over France or Germany that day.
Just six months later, in December 1944, they received word that Billy had been shot down over Germany and was dead.
Gordie was all they had left.
I remember Gordie came back to Wold-Chamberlain Field in Minneapolis. One day, I was out in the yard on our little farm when Gordie flew over our house and just waved his wings at me. What a thrill to see that fighter plane and the star on the side and to know the person in the plane.
I remember my dad said Mabel never laughed the same way again. What a terrible thing to lose two of your three children.
I only hope and pray that my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren will always remember these heroes.
Kurt Sr. and Mabel Schellhas lived in Sugar Loaf at the time. Kurt was a brewmaster at Fountain City Brewery at the time and later brewmaster at Heilemanís.
Gordon lives in Minneapolis.