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Sample of 20 Hoffman Biographies

Unknown - Unknown
Oct 12, 1896 - Nov 30, 1987
Sep 26, 1890 - April 1985
Sep 26, 1914 - Jun 25, 1992
Sep 26, 1886 - April 1973
Jul 17, 1917 - Mar 13, 2003
Apr 8, 1928 - Nov 18, 1998
Jun 4, 1968 - Sep 1, 1997
Aug 16, 1945 - Feb 18, 2001
Apr 16, 1908 - August 1982
Mar 5, 1921 - Dec 7, 1994
Apr 5, 1890 - Feb 9, 1988
Jul 26, 1958 - Sep 24, 2008
Nov 2, 1960 - Dec 31, 2007
Sep 25, 1921 - Jul 29, 2004
Dec 10, 1895 - Oct 15, 1971
around 1970 - Unknown
around 1885 - Jan 5, 1938
Dec 31, 1969 - Aug 17, 1965
around 1920 - Unknown

Hoffman Death Records & Life Expectancy

The average age of a Hoffman family member is 72.0 years old according to our database of 60,531 people with the last name Hoffman that have a birth and death date listed.

Life Expectancy

72.0 years

Oldest Hoffmans

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Jun 25, 1863 - October 1978
115 years
Aug 25, 1870 - March 1986
115 years
Jan 6, 1904 - Jun 2, 2011
107 years
Sep 20, 1888 - Jan 29, 1996
107 years
Apr 17, 1894 - Jul 22, 2001
107 years
Jun 23, 1905 - Jul 20, 2011
106 years
Feb 26, 1893 - Apr 27, 1999
106 years
Mar 11, 1901 - Dec 8, 2007
106 years
Apr 20, 1878 - June 1983
105 years
Dec 23, 1883 - Apr 29, 1989
105 years

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Wallace Hoffman
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There were two reasons we managed to survive those bombing trips over Germany in an “aluminum coffin”.

The first was the plane; the B 17 Flying fortress. She became alive once the engines were started and with the crew settled into their positions the plane became a veritable part of us. We knew full well the Fortress, if it had only a final gasp of breath and although being totally battered and bent with hardly anything left, would somehow get us home.

You don't fly a Fortress for months for years without becoming intimate with that gallant lady in the most respectful sense. You know her sturdy construction, the manner in which she flies and every detail about her, as she sustains not only my life but also each life in my crew. You know that this lady would never give up without a valiant struggle. With her engines shot out or burning, or with a wing cut to pieces and the vertical fin and rudder in shattered pieces, or with the oxygen system blazing she is somehow still going to fly. With their aircraft in such a state, the pilots, all too often smeared in blood with enemy steel in their bodies and with the control cables shot to ribbons struggled hand in hand with the gallant lady to survive. Many times these bombers could well have been abandoned but still flew home with badly wounded crewmen who were not able to depart the plane. Which brings up the other reason we survived.

The second reason we managed to survive was the crew. Ten men flew along with you who not only gave everything they had, but also dug deeper when the circumstances turned crucial. Once in the air there existed a total devotion to each other. Often, we could have abandoned a plane due to severe damage, but would still attempt to fly home if a badly injured crewman could not eject. We pitied knowing a dysfunctional crew for often they would be able to survive only three or at the best four combat missions.

Whether due to flak or fighter fire when crewmembers were wounded some might well die, as there was no medical assistance until the plane landed back at base hours later. If the plane weren't under current attack, crew members would immediately rip off their oxygen masks, and in the sub zero bitter cold rush to the aid of the injured crewman with the hope they could somehow keep him alive until we landed and thence to a hospital. Helping a wounded crewmember in the cold and thin air in a tossing plane was not easy neither physically or mentally. To be able to give them morphine you had to put the morphine ampoule under your armpit in order to thaw it out, and then once inserted to keep your finger over the point of insertion for it would squirt back out because of the high altitude. How do you keep from being sick looking at all the blood and gore from someone who is very close to you. But you do the best you can.

There are also friends to far away in the formation to help using oxygen masks or morphine. These are the events, which I guess, tried our souls the most.

We would watch helplessly as another Fortress in the same formation started to slip and slide out of the combat formation. Flames pour from an engine on fire with the fuel streaming and burning as it engulfs the plane. Soon she is falling off on her side as the Fortress picking up more speed, begins her death throes. Then she begins to shudder as her nose pointed skyward. The plane hangs on the edge of a stall and buffets in warning of final disaster. The plane hangs almost on her nose, when the lift is almost gone and then as the last of the aerodynamics is gone. The nose drops and slews to the side wallowing in a helpless skid. The nose comes back up again, but the wings are almost vertical and she seems to groan and then quits. You can almost hear the groan as she falls back into a vertical spin to her death. The Fortress dies hard, as do the 10 men of the crew inside her. This was their Fortress they made come alive, trying to hold on to that last thin thread keeping her in the air.

With tears in our eyes we watch and count the parachutes all the while loudly shouting, "Get Out—Get Out". Those men were our friends, our buddies we drank and played poker with, sitting around in a BS session talking about the world of tomorrow. We all knew all too well there was very little chance of tomorrow for any of us. Some survived, and came home. But the question always remains: “Why Us”? Why not them?

Wally Hoffman
7131 Timberlake Dr. SE
Olympia, WA 98503
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360 491 2909

Aug 10, 2004 · Reply

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