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Captain Bradley Biggs
Bradley Biggs was the only black officer
to pioneer in both armour and
parachute units. He made over 362
parachute jumps. After retiring from the
Army he made a second career in
academia in which he held many positions, the last
was Associate Vice President for Business &
Finance of university-wide operations at Florida
International University in Miami.
Let us travel back to the origins of this unit, its
conversion from a highly trained and combat ready
parachute unit to the extremely dangerous role of
"smoke jumping" and their performance in one of the
best kept secret operations in World War II.
Through December 1944 and January 1945, the Triple
Nickles had continued to jump, maneuver, and grow to a
strength of over four hundred battle-ready officers and
men. During that same period a far more deadly action
was taking place on the battlefields of Belgium - the Battle of the Bulge - the massive German counter-attack in the Ardennes
that began on 16 December 1944. It lasted more than a month and before the Germans were turned around, the American
army had suffered some 77,000 casualties. Many of them had been paratroopers - men from General Jim Gavin's 82nd
Airborne Division and General Maxwell Taylor’s 101st who had made the heroic stand at Bastogne. The cry was out for
replacements, not only in paratroopers ranks but throughout the European Theater of Operation (ETO) combat command.
At last we thought we were going to tangle with Hitler, whose embarrassment at the 1936 Olympics of a Black American named
Jesse Owens was fresh in our minds. We eagerly anticipated pitting the Nazis against another group of black champions - men
like Walter Morris, "Tiger Ted" Lowry, Jab Allen, Edwin Wills, Jim Bridges, Roger Walden, the list goes on." Biggs recalls in his
book THE TRIPLE NICKLES. He goes on to say that:
"We soon found that we would not go as a battalion but rather as a "reinforced company". The
reason was simple, we had not trained or maneuvered as a battalion. The original orders
authorizing the 555th said
we would not begin such
training until we had
reached a strength of
twenty-nine officers and
six hundred enlisted men.
This could have been
achieved if commanders
army-wide had released
volunteers and approved
scores of requests for
Eventually, the Triple
Nickles would grow to
more than thirteen
hundred for duty, six
hundred in jump training
at Fort Benning and
nineteen hundred on the
morning report rosters. But for now the smaller number had some advantages. It had enabled
them to concentrate on intensive individual and small-unit training. Riflemen, machine gunners
and mortar men had sharpened their aim to perfection. Training in judo and other forms of
hand-to-hand combat were intensified. They had time and opportunity to become superb
combat men. No goof-offs were allowed.
Moreover, men could be sent to schools for special training as riggers, jumpmasters, pathfinders, demolition experts, and
communications men. Jump demonstrations and small unit maneuvers had helped them to perfect the tactics and logistics
essential to many paratrooper combat missions, especially those requiring no more than a company-size force, such as an
attack on an enemy communications center, bridge, enemy headquarters or road junction.
So when the order came to "skeletonize" to one reinforced company of eight officers and 160 men, the battalion had a pool of
the best from which to choose the super-best. It began with a downward shift of command, a move for which everyone was fully
prepared. The battalion executive officer, for example Captain Richard W. Williams became the company commander.
Williams, the eleventh officer to join the Triple Nickles, had come to the organization as a first lieutenant from the 92nd Infantry
Division. A well-built, muscular man, he was known as a tough, aggressive officer, filled with imaginative ideas and a sense of
The battalion S3 (Plans and Training), lst Lt. Edwin Wills, the real "brains" of the training program, became the company
executive officer. The commanders of A, B, and C rifle companies became platoon leaders, with each given his choice of an
assistant platoon leader. Each former company commander chose his executive officer. First sergeants became platoon
sergeants and platoon sergeants became squad leaders.
This special company was ready to take on anybody. But suddenly midway through the rigorous combat training, their destiny
changed. By, April 1945, the German armies were collapsing. Americans were on the Elbe River - and would stay there. From
the east the Russians were moving on Berlin, and the fall of the German capital was only weeks away. It seemed unlikely that
any more paratroopers would be needed.
In late April 1945, the battalion received new orders - a "permanent change of station" to Pendleton Air Base, Pendleton,
Oregon for duty with the U.S. Ninth Service Command on a 'highly classified" mission in the U.S. Northwest. No one had any
idea of what the mission would be.
On 5 May 1945, the battalion left Camp Mackall for
Oregon. The move was made in about six days. Ninety-
eight percent of it by rail the rest by battalion motor
vehicle or private auto - including Graphite. Sergeant
Lowry and two other NCO’s brought the faithful old Ford
cross-country. (Graphite was a two-door 1937 Ford,
owned by Lt. Julius F. Lane and Lt. Bradley Biggs). It was
the battalion’s service vehicle.
Apparently no one had noticed a brief Associated Press
item that had appeared in the New York Times of 10
September 1944. With a Portland, Oregon dateline
headed "Fire Fighters Use Parachutes", the story reported
that: "Crews have been dropped by parachute to fight
forest fire in many areas of the Northwest. A blistering
summer sun indirectly caused fire in six areas in Idaho in
the last 48 hours. An eight man unit crew was dropped to
fight a blaze in the Lost Horse Pass Country of Idaho.
Other parachutists were dropped into the back woods of
Chelan National Forest to battle 300 acre Fire".
On 6 May, while the battalion was still en route west, a
woman named Elsie Mitchell and five children were on a Fishing trip near Bly, Oregon. One of
them found a strange object on the ground and the others went to investigate. Suddenly the object exploded, killing all six. First
news reports said it was a blast of "unannounced cause".
Actually, the object had been a Japanese bomb that had traveled across the Pacific on a hydrogen-filled balloon. Though it
remained a tightly-guarded secret for a time, the Mitchell's had been the victims of the first intercontinental air attack on this
country. Since early November, 1944 the Japanese had been launching these "balloon bombs" - layered silk-like bags with
clusters of incendiary bombs and explosives attached to them.
The secrecy continued even after one balloon caused a near calamity at the Hanford Engineering Works in Washington state,
then turning out uranium slugs for the atomic bomb that would destroy Nagasaki. One of the balloons descending in the
Hanford area became tangled in electrical transmission lines causing a temporary short circuit in the power for the nuclear
reactor cooling pumps. Backup safety devices restored power almost immediately, but if the cooling system had been off a few
minutes longer a reactor might have collapsed or exploded and this country could have had a Chernobyl for which it was totally
unprepared. The havoc would have been unimaginable.
By January, 1945, however, both Time and Newsweek magazines had told of two wood-choppers near Kalispell, Montana who
had found a balloon with Japanese markings on it. By the time the battalion arrived in Oregon the veil of secrecy was partially
lifted. The War and Navy Departments had issued statements to the local populace describing the bombs and -warning people
not to tamper with anything resembling them.
The balloons, we learned, were made of silk paper and were thirty-five feet in diameter. Filled with hydrogen, they would rise to
a height of 25,000 to 35,000 feet. Then they would pick up prevailing air currents (latter called the "jet stream") from west to
east across the Pacific.
Each time a balloon descended below 25,000 feet from loss of gas and cooling, a pressure switch automatically dropped a
sandbag. This caused the balloon to rise again toward the 35,000 foot level. The balloons traveled up to 123 miles an hour, and
took from 80 to 120 hours to reach the U.S., depending on weather. If the Japanese have it figured right the last sandbag has
been dropped only after the balloon has reached this country. At that time a second automatic switch takes over.
When the balloon dropped to 27,000 feet a bomb was released. The balloon rose up and then down again and another bomb is
released and so on. When the last incendiary or bomb was dropped, a fuse ignited automatically and set off a demolition
charge which destroyed the balloon. Fortunately, all of the demolition charges didn't work and some balloons we recovered
intact. As part of this joint operation the U.S. Air Corps was increasing its air patrols flown by P-51 aircraft to try to sight the
balloons and shoot them down before they reached the coast. Watchers along the coast also gave sighting warnings for air
Not mentioned publicly at the time was the possibility that Japan might equip the balloons with the capability to carry out some
form of chemical-biological warfare. Their experiments with prisoners of war in the notorious unit 731 were not known until
much later - but they began in 1937 and point to existence of a Japanese program to develop for use deadly biological agents.
Such agents quite possibly could have been delivered in quantity to the United States mainland by balloons.
Also not mentioned was the 555th Parachute Infantry Battalion. By now they knew that they had acquired a new, temporary
nickname, the "Smoke Jumpers", and that it would be part of the highly secret project known more officially as "Operation
It was clear that the white people of Umatilla County were not used to seeing many black faces in their midst. Clearly there
would be few of the joys of the service clubs and homes of Atlanta or Fayetteville. A few of the troopers and a handful of
officers would finally be able to find passable living quarters in town where their families could join them. But these were few
When we arrived however, we had more pressing things than social life on our minds. We were assigned quarters in the center
of the post garrison area, close to the airfield and operations shed. Once settled, Captain Porter, our commanding officer, and
Lieutenant Wills, his S3, set out to get more details in our mission and operations plan.
The mission was soon clear enough. Working in teams out of Pendleton and Chico, California, we would be on emergency call
to rush to forest fires in any of several western states and join with the forest service men in suppressing the blaze. At the same
time, we would be prepared to move into areas where there were suspected Japanese bombs, cordon off the area, locate the
bombs, and dispose of them.
But this, we found, would call for an entirely new training program. We knew how to jump from air-planes. But the heavily-
forested areas of the northwest presented drop zones that were more difficult and more dangerous than any we had faced
before. We knew, how to handle parachute lines. But here we would be using a new type of chute - one with special "shroud
lines" for circling maneuvers. We knew how to read military maps, but the forestry service maps were something new. We were
used to explosives, but we had little, if any, experience in the disarming of bombs - particularly any of Japanese origin.
Fire fighting was an entirely new experience.
All of this and our past "jumper" experience, was a prelude to the great experience of integration. Our mind sets, individually
and collective outlooks gave a new and different meaning to our lives.
Our new station, Pendleton Air Base, lay in Umatilla County, in north-eastern Oregon. It was located on a plateau overlooking
the town of Pendleton. The base at one time had accommodated B-29 bomber air corps training units. Now, with the war
winding down, it had been skeletonized into "caretaker" status. The area was barren. We were the only unit except for control
tower personnel and a small engineer maintenance contingent. A consolidated mess would feed the 555th officers and men
together. It was, however, still commanded by a full colonel, a man who would quickly make it clear that he disliked having an
all-black unit at his station. He was careful that we did not mix with his officers, that our area was inspected with undue
meticulousness, and that the atmosphere of his office was "cool" to us. We didn't give a damn about all of that because we
enjoyed eating with our men and our areas were always clean and well-policed. But we disliked the fact that we had to serve
again under a prejudiced post commander. We had just left one at Mackall. And before that at Benning. Such was the 555th’s
The colonel's views were shared by the white civilian population in the area. In Pendleton, then a town of about twelve
thousand and famous as the home of the Pendleton Rodeo, the black soldiers, who were helping Oregon save its forests, and
possibly some of its people, found it difficult to buy a drink or a meal. Only two bars and one restaurant would serve them
Oregon had a long history of tensions over minority groups. First, in the nineteenth century, the Chinese had suffered not only
discrimination but outright violence. In the early twentieth century the Japanese had been the targets. And in the 1920's, during
a resurgence of the Ku Klux Klan, Oregon and Indiana were the two northern state where the "invisible empire" seemed to find
its most avid supporters. No doubt the Klan in Oregon had been motivated by anti-Catholic, anti-"foreign" nativism than by a
fear of blacks who were a small target indeed. The 1930 census showed the black population of Oregon to have been 0.2
percent. It had hardly changed by 1940.
Fire fighting, of course, was an entirely new experience. And it was in this field that a new training began on 22 May. Wills set
up one of his brilliant training schedules. It was a three week program which included demolition training, tree climbing and
techniques for descent, if we landed in a tree, handling fire-fighting equipment, jumping into pocket-sized drop zones studded
with rocks and tree stumps, first aide training for injuries—particularly broken bones. Troopers learned to do the opposite of
many things they learned and used in normal--jumps like deliberately landing in trees instead of avoiding them.
Troopers would jump with full gear, including fifty feet of nylon rope for use in lowering themselves when they landed in a tree.
Their steel helmets were replaced with football helmets with wire mesh face protectors. Covering their jumpsuits and/or
standard army fatigues, they wore the air corps fleece-lined flying jacket and trousers. Gloves were standard equipment but
not worn when jumping; bare hands manipulate shroud lines better.
Naturally their physical training program was intensified because missions often found troopers miles from civilization and in
heavily wooded and mountainous terrain. It paid off handsomely in that few injuries occurred and only one death. On most of
their missions troopers would work with forest rangers. The forest rangers could walk up the hills like a cat on a snake walk.
They taught the tough paratroopers how to climb, use an axe and what vegetation to eat. At the time, troopers underwent an
orientation program with forest service maps.
On 8 June, specially selected men began work with bomb disposal units of the Ninth Army Service Command, learning the
business of handling unexploded bombs.
Then came a new parachute. The parachute training was under a civilian, Frank Derry, who had designed the special chute for
jumping in heavily forested areas. A special feature of the "Derry chute" was its maneuverability. By pulling the white shroud
line the parachutist could turn himself into a 360 degree circling movement. This, in turn, gave him a wider choice of landing
areas - a vital factor when trying to avoid tangles with the highest trees in the thickly-timbered areas.
The parachute training included three jumps, two in clearings and one in the heavy forest. The C-47 pilots who carried the
555th were a friendly, gung-ho lot, many of them were veterans recently back from flying "the hump" in Southeast Asia. Their
spirit and were a welcome relief from that which we encountered among most other whites in the area. Whenever a trooper was
injured, the pilots often beat us to the hospital to see how the injured smoke jumper was doing. One group of smoke jumpers
will never forget the pilot who brought them all home in one trip, when a rule-book flier might have made at least two trips.
By mid-July, the entire battalion had qualified as "Smoke Jumpers"-- the Army's first and only airborne firefighters. Soon their
operations would range over at least seven western states, and in a few instances, southern Canada. And there would be two
home bases - one in Pendleton, Oregon and one in Northern California at the Chico Air Base.
The main group would be based at Pendleton, with the mission of fighting fires and handling bombs in Oregon, Washington,
Montana, and Idaho. Another group of six officers and ninety-four men would be based at Chico, to provide coverage for
FIRST FIRE CALL
The first fire call came in mid-July 1945 to suppress a blaze in Klamath National Forest in
northern California. Between 14 and 18 July, the Chico contingent supplied fifty-six men. It
was a successful mission with no injuries.
The first call for the Pendleton contingent come just a few days later on 20 July—to drop
fifty-three men and two officers to fight a fire in the Meadow Lake National Forest in Idaho.
The group took off at dawn in three planes, arrived over the drop zone (DZ) at 0830 hrs.
Flying in trail formation, each plane made a low level (200 feet) pass over the fire area,
looking for an acceptable DZ.
"After checking the wind by watching the smoke from the fire", Captain Biggs recalls, "the
pilot and I made the decision on a one thousand foot drop—this was two hundred feet
below the standard drop altitude. Swinging around to take advantage of the wind, the pilot
gave me the green light and held the plane in a slow jump-attitude until I chose to jump.
Once out, I did not manipulate or "slip" my chute—I just floated down like a wind dummy."
Meanwhile, the aircraft flew a 360-degree turn with the pilot and jumpmaster keeping their
eyes on Capt. Biggs descent trajectory to see if he had made a timely exit; that is jumped
at the correct landmark in order to land on the DZ without steering the chute. When he
landed in the center of the DX, the pilot and the jumpmaster had their points of reference to
follow. While they were trained to handle themselves if they landed in trees, most of the
members chose clearings from force of habit and past experience.
During the initial pass of each C-47, an A5 container was dropped. The A5 contained axes,
food, water, medical supplies and radio gear. This equipment was sufficient to sustain the
group until they linked up with the forestry department personnel.
From 14 July to 6 October, the Chico and Pendleton units participated in thirty-six fire
missions with individual jumps totalling twelve hundred. There were also casualties. In six
months, more than thirty men suffered injuries from cuts and bruises to broken limbs and
crushed chests. One typical report listed under "injuries": "1 EM (enlisted man) broken leg
above knee, 1 EM knee out of place, 1 EM crushed chest."
On one jump in early August, one of the men suffered a spinal fracture. He remained on the
scene throughout the fire fighting operation. Then, realizing his men were tired and short of food and water, he refused to
burden them with the job of carrying him to the nearest airstrip. Somehow he managed to stand up and without help, walked
straight-backed for eighteen miles to the strip where his units would be picked up by C-47 for the return trip to Pendleton. He
spent weeks in the Walla Walla Hospital. Pure Guts!
Tragically, one man lost his life. The ill-fated trooper had landed in the top of a tall tree. In attempting to climb out his harness
and lower himself with a rope that each man carried, he apparently slipped or lost his grip and crashed into a rock bed 150 feet
below. It took three days for patrols to find his body.
Capt. Biggs recalls, "that all was not work. On 4 July we staged demonstration jumps for the local populace. We saw the
famous Pendleton Rodeo. Killer Kane and I learned to fly from two grand guys, Pat Stubbs and Farley Stewart. We went to
movies and took time to hunt and fish. I spent my spare bucks flying and seeing the west. We had storytelling sessions nightly
at the BOQ. And we found the black WAC Company at Walla Walla Air Base happy to visit us (and our accommodations).
Meanwhile, Graphite was serving as battalion taxi, cargo vehicle, and most loaned-out vehicle for anyone needing a ride to
For the first time in the annals of military history of any nation, a military organization of paratroopers was selected to become
"Airborne Firefighters". The Triple Nickles became not only the first military fire fighting unit in the world, but pioneered methods
of combating forest fires that are still in use today.
The conduct of The Triple Nickles during the heretofore highly secret and untold story contributed immeasurably to the well-
being of most Japanese Americans in internment camps. If it were known that the Japanese balloons, the first unmanned
intercontinental ballistic missiles, had been successful in reaching our shores, the Japanese military machine would have
strengthened its efforts in that area. If the secrecy of the 555th’s operation had been broken, there is no telling what additional
maltreatment would have befallen the incarcerated Japanese in western camps.
In October 1945, the battalion was assigned to the 27th Headquarters and Headquarters Special Troops, First Army, Fort
Bragg, North Carolina. In December, it was attached to the13th Airborne Division at Fort Bragg, where it proceeded to
discharge "high point" personnel.
In February 1946, after two months of no supervision and watching friends leave for home, the 555th was relieved from
attachment to the 13th Airborne Division and attached to the 82nd Airborne Division for administration, training, and supply. It
retained its own authority to discipline and manage its own personnel matters. Further attachment was made to the 504th
Airborne Infantry Regiment, then commanded by a colonel whose name will go down in history as the originator of "search and
destroy missions" in Vietnam. General William C. Westmoreland.
As an integral part of the 82nd Airborne, the finest American division of World War II and commanded then by Major General
James M. Gavin, a man who unlike so many white commanders, was color-blind, 555th went on to become the first in many
key areas of military innovations. Pioneering in integrating the Army was not the least among them, an action that changed
forever the character of the Army and the nation. Today it is an acceptable fact that this pioneering by the 555th created the
modern Army of today. And further, this achievement spread into all sectors of society. For original Smoke Jumpers it is
gratifying to know than many of the techniques and equipment tested and developed during "Operation Firefly" are still in use in
both civilian and military fire fighting missions.
Traditional wisdom conveys to us that past events and history carry the portents and guidance for the future. Dismissing that
antiquated notion, these black soldiers relied on human perceptions of the known conduct of black military men in the familiar
hostile white environment both military and civilian. There was no necessity to try to philosophize, theorize and intellectualize
their role and contribution. Theirs was a new phenomenon to all walks of American society and the meaning of the experience
of pioneering in becoming the first military "Smoke Jumpers" in the world. They shunted the windows of the past and dominated
this scene by values of character, drive, pride and unity.
By Bradley Biggs, Lt. Col. USA (Ret.)
preparing for a mission in
1945. Black qualified Jump-
Masters inspect their fellow
A group of "Triple
heft fire gear into an
Army air Corps C-47
at the Pendleton, OR,
Pictured Left is the balloon
portion and below is the
sideview of the ballast -
dropping device on a
balloon bomb. The jet
stream carried the bombs
across the Pacific to the
Northwest forests during
1944 and 1945.
A group of “Triple Nickle”
loadmasters heft fire gear
into an Army Air Corps C-
47 at the Pendleton,