Eielson Air Force Base, AK Jet Crashes Into Homes, Nov 1955



Fairbanks (AP) -- An air force jet fighter plane veering like a bird with a crippled wing, spewed death and horror and fire yesterday through half a dozen eight-family housing units at Eielson Air Force Base.
Even today nearly 24 hours after the disaster at the base 26 miles southeast of here on the Alaska highway, there was no exact figure on the casualties.
An air force spokesman announced 14 were known dead. There possibly were two others. Ice-covered debris and wreckage was being combed in the grim hunt.
Many of the victims were women and children home for the lunch hour.
Eight of more were injured severely in the crash or ensuing fire. One was described as critical.
Dozens of others suffered varying defrees of frostbite from their desperate fight against flames that leaped and danced for four hours in 16 below zero cold.
One poignant note in the overall tragedy -- the worst even to hit one of Alaska's big air bases -- was the death of the 11-month-old triplet sons of a sergeant.
Most of the victims were members of the families of military personnel who lived in the new and modern housing units at the base.
The triples were the sons of Sgt. and MRS. WILLIAM FIMPLE, formerly of Ellwood City, Pa.
An officer who lived in one of the houses adjacent to the scene of destruction told of finding FIMPLE kneeling in debris, burned and with his shirt blown off. His arms enfolded his other two small children, and he was shouting, "My other boys! My other boys!"
The mother was standing beside a flaming building with her screams nearly drowned in the roar and the confusion. Both perents were burned seriously.
There were many narrow escapes, too, in the carnage which one officer described as "terrible ... awful." A man told of being blown out a window; another was blown downstairs; a couple escaped injury as fire-splattering plane wreckage stopped a few inches from their apartment wall.
The pilot of the ill-fated F84 jet was LT. ALFRED F. POUNDERS, 28, of Monticello, Miss. He perished.
Witnesses said his plane veered at almost a 90-degree angle as it left the runway. It limped along at low altitude unable to climb, then crashed into the homes about a quarter of a mile away.
One witness, RUDY HAMMER, an electrical engineer who was working in the area, described it graphically:
"The plane bounced on one building, throwing it all into flames. THen it bounced on another and a wing flew off. The it ripped down a high tension power line. From there it smashed right through an apartment house and scattered everywhere."
The tragedy struck shortly after 12:30 p.m. while many children were home from school for the lunch hour. A "thank God" was sounded by many parents that it didn't come five minutes later when even more children would have been in the building.
The apartment house that took the full impact was demolished. The dead triplets were in a front room of that building. The burning gasoline tanks of the plane spewed gasoline over five others and set infernos raging.
Parts of the wreckage were scattered from the buildings.
The flames and confusion were increased, some witnesses said, by bursting oil tanks scattered from the buildings.
MISS PAMELA HARRIS, 21, who lived at the base, said the oil tanks burst like bombs and she saw the flames engluf one group of school children. She said she never learned their fate.
A total of 500 or 600 volunteers were fighting the wildly spreading flames as soon as they could reach the scene. Fire units rushed over the more than 20 miles of ice-covered highway from Ladd Air Force Base, on the outskirts of Fairbanks to join in the fight.
Aircraft set up a shuttle service to take the burned and crippled to the Ladd Hospital.
The scene around the holocaust was a tragic one as air force men who lived in the buildings searched frantically for some trace of wives and children. Some cried out. The faces of others mirrored their fears in stony silence.
LT. R. E. MARSHALL, an army officer, told of being knocked downstairs.
"Our baby was on the bed next to the wall and it was thrown to the floor," he related. "The baby wasn't hurt. My wife was knocked over too."
The MARSHALLS ran out to find the buildings all around them in flames.
FRED A. SORRI, a plumber working at the base, said the impact of the crash "actually knocked four apartments right out of the building." There are bathtubs and plumbing fixtures resting half a block away.
He told of finding a sweing machine 300 feet from where a woman had been sewing on it.
Eielson is one of Alaska's major air force bases. It has 12,000 foot long runways. They were built to handle the nation's biggest bombers. Planes as big as B36s have operated from it. It is the base from which B29s have been flying for several years on over-the-pole weather observation flights. It lies in a vast, almost flat hinterland of the interior, where no mountain rises for 100 miles in any direction.


MRS. JUANITA M. JONES, one of the injured in Tuesday's crash of a jet fighter plane into housing units as Eielson Air Force Base, died last night at Ladd Air Force Base hospital.
Her name was released by the Army's Yukon Command headquarters, along with those of other Army casualties in the tragedy.
MRS. JONES, from Eubank, Ky., leaves her husband, Sp. 2/c HARRIS A. JONES, and daughter, CONNIE G. JONES, 3, among the injured.
Secretary of the Army Wilber M. Brucker stopped at Eielson AFB yesterday to view the crash scene. In a meeting with a group of men and women who lived in the disaster area, he said:
"I can't understand how you all got out alive. Providence must have spared you."
The secretary had requested this stop be made on his Alaskan tour so that he could see the scene and talk to the families. He also had visited the six injured persons from the disaster at the Ladd AFB Hospital.
After the Eielson stop, Brucker and his party flew on to Fort Greely and to Elmendorf AFB yesterday evening. He is to go on to the Far East by was of the Aleutians on an official inspection.
Col. RAY J. WILL, commanding officer of Eielson AFB, accompanied the secretary and his party on the tour of the crash scene. Then Brucker was taken to the headquarters building of the 450th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Battalion to meet the families. Nine of the dead were men and dependants of the 450th.
Prior to leaving Bruckner told the small group, "Buck up. Better days lie ahead for all of you."
Protestant memorial services were conducted in the Eielson AFB chapel at 11 o'clock this morning. Flags were lowered to half mast during the rites.
Catholic mass was to be celebrated at 4 o'clock this afternoon at the chapel for DONALD, DALE and DAVID FIMPLE, the triplet boys of Sgt. and MRS. WILLIAM J. FIMPLE, who died in the disaster.
The Army casualty list released today follows:
Sergeant ELLIS was from Rt. 2, Osawatomi, Kas.
HAZEL E. RUCKER, his wife.
MRS. EMMA B. McBRAYER, his mother-in-law.
Sergeant RUCKER was from Route 2, Lorena, Tex.
NIALA M. WILLIAMS, 2, daughter of,
They were from 5885 Hibiscus Road, Orlando, Fla.
JUANITA M. JONES, Eubank, Tex., wife of Sp. 2/c HARRIS A. JONES.
Sp. 2/c HARRIS A. JONES and daughter, CONNIE G. JONES, 2.
The names of the FIMPLE triplets and of the jet pilot, LT. ALFRED M. POUNDERS of Monticello, Miss., previously had been announced.

Daily Sitka Sentinel Alaska 1955-11-30


I was there

If we weren't classmates at that time, we certainly lived close to each other. I was 11 years and 7 months old at the time. Hope your life went well for you.


I'm really sorry I missed your fight. I must have been exceptionally hungry on that day and hurried home just in time to witness the crash.

Just Curious

My father was a navigator on the B-50 aircraft at the time of this incident. I was there and saw it all happen. What did you father do? I wonder if they knew each other. I'm an old person now -- just approaching 74 -- any you won't be a spring chicken yourself. :-) It was a horrible day, but those were wonderful times for me.

School Days

I was approaching 12 years old when this happened, and I was there and saw it happen. I think, at 12 years old, you would have been ahead of me in school. Do you remember your teachers' names by any chance?



I wish I knew who you are. I was there in 1955 when this jet crashed. I was coming home for lunch, felt the heat, saw the fireball, and the aftermath. It's good that you were fighting at the time. That's what normal boys did in those days. Semper Fidelis -- Jack Cook

F-84 Crash at Eielson AFB Novembr 1955

Dear Mr. Jordan,

I see that you entered your comments in August of 2010. Since this is now 2017, and I am almost 73 years old, I'm going to assume, since you were flying the F-89 when I was just approaching 12 years old, that you are several years my senior. Hopefully you are still among the breathing and will have chance to read this. If not, I offer it for others who were witness to the event, or those who might be researching it, or simply interested in the event.

My father was, at that time, Capt. Harry G. Cook, navigator on the WB-50 aircraft with the 58th Weather Reconnaissance Squadron at Eielson AFB. He was a WWII veteran who served in B-24 Librators in the Pacific Campaign -- the "Jungle Air force" with MacArthur. Interestingly enough, my future step-father, at that time, Lt. Burnett M. Young, was a navigator in the same unit at the same time, and a friend of the family. Burnett went on the fly in the B-47 in SAC. But that is a story for another time. They were both good men. They, and my mother, passed on to their awards several years ago.

Your description about the fuel tank on the F-84 pushing the aileron up makes perfect sense when compared to what I saw on that day. At long last I have some reasonable explanation as to what happened on that fateful day.

The runway from which the F-84 departed was (still is) oriented generally North/South. I was walking from school on our lunch break on that day, headed north. I looked to my left (West) and saw the aircraft, which was departing to the North, dip sharply down to the East (about 90 degrees to the runway) into the housing area, rise rapidly, and then plunge down to become a huge fireball. This happened in probably no more than 5 to 10 seconds. At a distance of several hundred yards, I felt the heat of the fireball on my face. It was a bright blue-sky day, no clouds, and 16 degrees below zero -- a relatively balmy day by Fairbanks standards.

Some of the people who have commented on this site would have been schoolmates at the time, but being so many years and distance removed, I no longer recognize any of the names. Several of their comments allude to the unfortunate pilot "doing everything possible" to try to avoid hitting a playground or the housing units. I have lived my life believing much the same thing, probably based on things I heard as a kid. However, given what I saw on that day, I doubt the pilot had any more time than to say to himself: "Oh, S...!!

The fighter came to rest approximately 1 block from my house, some of the debris landed on our roof. The housing units at time were simple, rectilinear, military looking eight-family apartments. They were arranged in threes in a "U" shape, with the open end of the "U" facing the other three units in one direction, and back-to-back to another three in the opposite direction. One of the units was obliterated by the jet, and the next in line was cut in half, and some units on the sides of the path were severely damaged, as I recall. It was a very bad day.

There were a couple WB-50 crashes that happened while I was up there. We (my family) knew some of the men who went down on each of those planes. It was a small, tightly-knit community at that time. I went on the serve in the United States Marine Corps from 1964 to 1970. Being a military brat, properly raised, it was unthinkable to me that I would not serve.

Semper Fidelis,

Jack R. Cook / stoic1944@gmail.com

i was walking home from

i was walking home from school for lunch when I saw the plane come off the runway & over the apartments. My thought was that pilot is going to be in trouble for flying so low. Then it plowed through the buildings. There was a huge mushroom cloud against the clear blue sky. I can see it as clearly in mind now as I did that day.

I remember visiting friends at the crash site

My Dad was stationed at Ladd when I was about 9 years old. Our friends that had been stationed nearly every where we were lived in one of the base apartments right next to the crash site. I called my Moms friend Aunt Mary because we had known them most of my life. I remember her telling about sitting at the table and watching flaming jet parts tumbling to a stop right outside their kitchen window. I remember seeing the frozen burned things still laying in the parking lot outside.

The crash

My stepfather was stationed there at the time. I was across the street so close I could feel the explosion on my face. That night on the newsit was said that I and another boy were "heros" because we got into a fight at school. About 10 or 15 kids stopped to watch. So they did not get home in time to be there when the jet hit.

My father was stationed at

My father was stationed at Eielson AFB during the time of the crash, My sister and our friends were on the way home for lunch from the elementary school. We saw the plane circle as we left the school grounds.
We knew of course. that the airplane was in trouble and it was hovering over our houses so we started running home.We were about two blocks from the housing area that was hit. We stopped and watched as the houses burned, it was a terrible sight, sound and smell. We lived two buildings away from the crash. Our ruined play ground as well as the burned buildings were grim reminders months later of lives that were cut short by a terrible accident, As we walked past that area on the way to school each day we were reminded daily, The pilot was a hero that I will remember always because if he had not given up his life to try to land on that play ground there would have been many other lives lost,