Saturday, 23 May 2026

“His aircraft is his last resting place”: the affective archaeology and emotional materiality of Hudson A16-191

 

“His aircraft is his last resting place”: the affective archaeology and emotional materiality of Hudson A16-191 in Proceedings of the Second International Conference on Aviation Archaeology and Heritage – November 2024, edited by Hunter W. Whitehead, Natasha J. Heap, Daniel J. Leahy, BAR Publishing, 31 March 2026

Below is the unedited, submitted text of the above chapter.

It addresses military death and bereavement, and contested memorialization. It refers to potentially distressing subjects such as the presence of unrecovered remains and the emotions of death and bereavement.

Unless otherwise specified, narrative of the crash and aftermath and all quotations are taken from court of inquiry proceedings and witness statements on National Archives of Australia: A11083, 906/59/P1 and the confirmatory memorandum on NAA:A705, 163/121/179.



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A detachment of three Hudsons from 32 Squadron, Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) were flying from Townsville to Bowen, Queensland at the conclusion of a tiring period of anti-submarine patrols. Flying conditions were bumpy, and, as two of the Hudsons changed positions in formation, they collided. A16-194’s pilot applied hard back-stick and went into an open spiral spin. He levelled out at about 100 feet from the ground, then crash landed, sliding to a standstill on the edge of a salt pan. 194’s crew survived but it later exploded. Meanwhile, A16-191 plummeted. Its burning tailplane was badly damaged; pieces flew off as it descended. A witness watched the Hudson crash into mangroves about eight miles from Giru, a small township near the coast. Flame and smoke billowed skywards. Sergeant Maurice Cooper, the pilot; observer Sergeant Herbert Gillam; and the two air gunners, Pilot Officer John Jewell and Sergeant James (Jim) Herman, were all killed. Their mortal remains were not recovered.

Aviation—or aeronautical—archaeology is concerned with the “material remains” of flight; objects related to aircraft, aviation equipment and infrastructure, and aircrew (Shanahan 2018:1). It is increasingly interested in the intersection of aviation materiality and human behavior to better “understand social, cultural, and technological aspects of the past” (Whitehead 2023:1). Daniel J. Leahy has noted that “an aircraft wreck’s value as an historic artefact from which information about the aircraft itself and the circumstances of its loss cannot be understated” (Leahy 2021:32). The “emotional turn” has influenced how we interpret this historic object and its aviation materiality. As Peter Hobbins (2019:43) notes, physical artefacts “can evince both the affective experience of flying and the historical geography of airspace.” Indeed, while recognizing that enthusiasts and souvenir hunters have threatened the integrity of many sites, Vince Holyoak and John Schofield (2002:2) highlight the emotional and cultural significance of aircraft crash sites—their status as sacred sites and war graves, their commemorative value, and their significance for the bereaved as last resting places.

A16-191’s crash zone is a well-known cultural landscape. In the last two decades, it has been the subject of radio and television programs and newspaper articles. It has been visited frequently and wreckage has been photographed, graffitied, collected, displayed, and appropriated for aircraft restoration. But the site has not been archaeologically or forensically interrogated. I am not an archaeologist and did not walk A16-191’s crash zone. My approach in this paper is interdisciplinary—I draw on historical, personal, and photographic records and interpret objects of material culture to explore the affective dimensions of aerial warfare and its aftermath. Following Sarah Tarlow (2000:713–746), who explores the archaeology of death and burial and has argued the place of emotion in archaeology, this paper focuses on Hudson A16-191’s affective archaeology and emotional materiality. I discuss the tension between those who believe the crash zone is a war grave, sacred site, and place of sacrifice and should remain untouched, and those who have removed wreckage for museum exhibits and repurpose. I also examine Giru’s Bomber’s Memorial, an artefact of emotional heritage dedicated to A16-191’s crew.

Devastating loss

Flight Lieutenant John Kingsford-Smith pinpointed wreckage from the air late in the day of the crash. Situated in a mangrove swamp, it was isolated and difficult to access; Kingsford-Smith deemed it “almost impassable country.” The next day, a land party of three civilians accompanied by dogs travelled by car, then boat, and then foot to the wreckage. Kingsford-Smith, ferrying RAAF Station Townsville’s senior medical officer, Squadron Leader Ian Cuming, to the site, directed them to it by air. The five men witnessed wreckage strewn across a radius of three or four hundred yards. Cuming concluded that the Hudson had broken up in the air because parts of the turret, tailplane, and nose cone were unburnt. Some wreckage lay in a large circular hole which Cuming surmised had been created when A16-191’s bombs exploded on impact.

The search did not extend beyond about 100 yards of the wreckage. The party found secret papers, a kit bag, a parachute bag, the pilot’s identity disks, and a few other personal items. The dogs also sniffed out “small unidentifiable fragments of a human body.” Such “little evidence,” Cuming determined, suggested that the airmen had been “badly smashed up:” it was “not enough to account for the four occupants.” In spite of a thorough search as far as they could penetrate, the party failed to locate any further human remains.

An accident inquiry convened to examine the circumstances surrounding the accident found that all of A16-191’s occupants “were killed, presumably instantaneously although no complete bodies were recovered.” (Findings of the Court 1942). Because it was not concerned with the unrecovered human remains, the court did not pose the question of what happened to them. Accordingly, witnesses did not reveal what they had done with the small fragments. An RAAF memorandum compiled four months later states that “no burial was carried out” (Confirmatory memorandum 1942). Yet the Department of Air’s casualty section implied an in situ aircraft interment. Advising that it “was impossible to recover” any mortal remains “for burial” and extending the Department’s condolences to the Herman family, the secretary, Melville Langslow observed that “It will be a source of pride to you that … his aircraft is his last resting place” (Langslow 25 July 1942).

Twenty-eight-year-old Jim Herman from Adelaide, South Australia, came from a close-knit family. His parents were still reeling from the recent death of his brother in similar circumstances when they received word that their eldest son had also been killed. Jim’s sweetheart, Barbara Wheaton, “vividly” recalled the day the family received the telegram. The Hermans were shattered. “The loss of two sons” and brothers “in three months” was overwhelming (Hillam 2003a). “[I]t really devastated the family” (Jill Sheppard “Lost men, lost planes” 2008).

Australians are habituated to burials of the absent dead in faraway graves. For much of our military history, our war dead were not repatriated for home town burial (Alexander and Ariotti 2025). “Distant grief” was the foundation of our post-Great War bereavement culture (Ziino 2007). As such, the Herman family accepted official notification that Jim’s Hudson was his last resting place. They grieved his death, but did not suffer the same anguish of uncertainty they felt in relation to his brother who had been declared “missing but believed to have lost his life;” his remains never “recovered for burial” (Langslow 3 April 1942). The Hermans drew comfort from Langslow’s sympathetic words; from the belief that the mangrove crash site was “Jim’s grave … and the grave and final resting place of the other three boys” (Jill Sheppard “Lost men, lost planes” 2008). They thought it fitting that Jim was interred with his comrades, within the wreckage of their aircraft, the symbol of their service and commitment to the cause. More than that, the Great War dead were buried close to where they had fallen (Ziino 2007:2–3). In their emotional imaginaries, the wreck site interment accorded with that tradition of battlefield burial.

Sites of remembrance

After Barbara Wheaton recovered from the original shock, “24th May became a day to remember with sadness.” “[L]ife went on,” however. She spent three years in the WAAAF, married, raised four daughters, was widowed, and married again, both times happily. But Barbaranow Hillamnever forgot Jim (Hillam 2003a).

In the late 1990s, Barbara’s daughter, Kay, started researching the crash. Old timers shared their personal experiences of 24 May 1942. One or perhaps more of the civilian searchers had told locals that human remains had been “buried underneath the wing of the plane” (“Lost men, lost planes” 2008) and, over the decades, those stories became absorbed into local lore, shaping collective memories and the town’s abiding belief that the aircrew’s mortal remains had been buried under the Hudson’s starboard wing (Bruce Hurst 19 April 2024, pers. comm.).


The bodily residue of A16-191’s crew is believed to be buried beneath the starboard wing. As well as marking the interment, the wing clearly shows the red, white, and blue pre June 1942 RAAF roundel. 7 April 1983, unknown RAAF photographer. Source, Barbara Hillam via Jill Sheppard.

On behalf of Barbara, Kay lobbied the Giru townsfolk to establish a memorial to A16-191’s crew. They readily agreed. The creation of a new “sacred place” (Inglis 1998) in Brolga Park, close to the town’s war memorial, an existing commemorative space where Anzac Day services are conducted, belonged to Australia’s great tradition of citizen-initiated memorials arising in the wake of the Great War, and continuing after the Second. These became surrogate graves for the absent dead, providing a place for the bereaved to mourn, pray, and remember their loved ones. A “memorial is one way we could pay tribute” to the dead airmen, and to “remember the four,” stated Ennio Gazzola, secretary of Giru’s Lion’s Club, the memorial’s designer (unattributed clipping May 2003). Thomas Laqueur (2015:413, 13) maintains that in the “age of necronominalism” bodies “bereft of names … are unbearable.” So too are unmarked monuments. The names of A16-191’s dead were inscribed on the Giru memorial, ensuring they will not be forgotten.

The Bomber’s Memorial was dedicated on 24 May 2003. Barbara wept as she stood in front of the “wonderful monument” (Hillam 2003a), overcome by memories and emotion (Chandler 2003). Earlier that morning, she had conducted a personal ritual of remembrance. She stood at the launching area from where boats travel into the mangroves, including the May 1942 search party. “It was so beautiful and peaceful,” a powerful geographical and spatial connection to her former sweetheart (Hillam 2003b). Later, at the ceremony, wreckage and monument became one in Barbara’s emotional imaginary as she “sincerely” thanked “the people of Giru” for “their guardianship … of this sacred site.” With these words, we realize that Barbara was not solely present in Brolga Park. In her imagination and heart, she was at Jim’s last resting place. As proxy for Jim’s surviving siblings as well as the extended Herman family, Barbara later emotionally connected them to Jim’s places of memory through her account of her experiences, copies of her address, photographs of the event, and images of the wreckage, given to her by members of the RAAF who had previously visited the site. This, she hoped, would “quietly close the chapters on the last 61 years” (Hillam 2003a).


Bomber’s Memorial, Brolga Park, Giru. Dedication ceremony 24 May 2003. Unknown photographer. Source, Barbara Hillam via Jill Sheppard.

In early 2009, Channel 7’s Sunday Night program filmed a segment entitled “The Tomb Raider” to be aired on the Anzac Day weekend. It featured A16-191 and focused on the removal of aircraft parts and artefacts relating to the dead crew. Emphasizing the human element of the fatal crash, Channel 7 invited Jim Herman’s niece, Jill Sheppard, and a nephew of pilot Maurice Cooper, to attend a short commemoration. Recent rains had made A16-191’s wreck site inaccessible so the service, conducted by an air force chaplain, was held in Hudson A16-194’s debris field (Sheppard 2009a). (This was not made clear to viewers.) The airmen’s family members laid wreaths and poppies on a large piece of 194’s wreckage. It was not A16-191 but at that moment it became 191, providing an emotional connection to the dead airmen and their shattered aircraft. Jim’s niece was transported, through imagination and empathy, to the aircrew’s final moments. “I can only imagine what went through their minds as the plane went down.” She was visibly affected by the landscape. “It’s very moving,” she reflected. “Just the incredible loneliness and remoteness” (“The Tomb Raider” 2009). Following the service, they helicoptered to A16-191 and hovered long enough for the family representatives to drop their wreaths onto one of the Hudson’s wings. Later, they visited the Bomber’s Memorial and placed four poppies near the RAAF insignia (Sheppard 2009). 

 


 After the remembrance ceremony, family representatives were flown to A16-191’s wreck zone where they dropped wreaths. The area had recently received heavy rainfall and the wreckage was partially submerged. 15 April 2009, photographer Jill Sheppard. Source, Jill Sheppard.

There was an element of contrivance about a media-arranged ceremony at a different crash site to be broadcast as part of a program exposing a “tomb raider”, but the emotion of participants was genuine. Moreover, the post-ceremony wreath dropping was a private, unfilmed, ritual of remembrance, and like the Bomber’s Memorial dedication, had an element of closure. A16-194’s wreckage, standing in for that of A16-191, emotionally linked the representatives (and by proxy, their families) to the dead airmen and their shattered aircraft. The affective archaeology of both crash sites was revealed.

RAAF site visit 2008

The Giru community have long told stories of human remains located in and beyond the crash zone (Andersen 2002; ARES 2008). In February 2008, ABC journalist, Ian Townsend, visited the site to record a segment for his Background Briefing program, “Lost planes, lost men”. He was accompanied by a local who claimed that, in the early 1960s, he had seen “toe bones, in a boot, and a part of skull, the top part of the skull” about half a mile from the wreckage. He “never touched them, left them as they were”—unburied (“Lost men, lost planes” 2008).

Shortly after the program was aired, another local contacted Air Force noting that A16-191’s wreckage “is being pilfered bit-by-bit.” Of greater concern, however, was the presence of bodily remains and that the “site is, in fact, a grave and it is being desecrated.” He requested that the area “be consecrated by an appropriate RAAF clergyman” and marked as a “gravesite” (ARES 2008). Air Force, however, did not endorse site commemoration, consecration, or marking: they considered that signage would do little to deter pilfering (COORD2 2008). (The site remains unmarked.) They did, however, deem it appropriate to “Conduct search for human remains”; attempt “to confirm anecdotal reports of [their] location”; and “determine the viability of recovering” them (Acting COORD2 2 December 2008).

The team, comprising air force personnel and a local who believed he could lead them to the place of burial, was dispatched in late 2008. Despite its remit, it did not consist of forensic experts or archaeologists (Robert 2014). Their task was daunting. The crash zone was large. Wreckage was widely dispersed and bordered by mangroves. The searchers helicoptered to A16-191’s bulkhead. Half an hour later, they were off to the wing section. The party of four could not overturn it, nor pull it “to one side for further inspection … underneath” (Acting COORD2 2008). We are not sure whether they tried to move one wing or both as the report is ambiguous. The survey team took photographs of the wreckage and recorded GPS coordinates for the three dispersed locations containing the bulkhead section, wing section, and wheel/brake assembly. The mangroves were impenetrable so, after almost two hours at the site, they left.

The survey team found no buried or scattered remains within the wreck zone or beyond. The leader later concluded that “If any human remains are still present … a thorough … exploration for recovery … would be very difficult.” Unpredictable tidal waters, distance from Townsville, problematic access and “thick mangrove terrain”, mud, crocodiles and mosquitoes, and the possible presence of unexploded ordnance meant a mechanized site survey (given the limitations of human-powered excavation) would be a logistical and safety nightmare. As such, the team leader did not endorse further investigation (Acting COORD2 2008). While the wing grave does not fall within the Office of Australian War Graves’ official definition of either a collective or individual war grave, “Air Force considers it to be the ‘natural grave’” of A16-191’s crew. “As such, Air Force intends to leave the site undisturbed as a sign of respect for [those] who died there” (Supplementary advice 2014). In the decades since the site visit, Air Force’s position has not changed. Its remit is to identify missing aircraftwhich A16-191 is notand, in light of credible evidence, recover remains only where it is possible and practical to do so (MacGregor et al. 2021).

Affective transgression

Subject to natural weathering and frequent flooding, A16-191’s wreckage has deteriorated. The cultural landscape has also been irrevocably changed due to human interaction. Despite its inaccessibility, it has been visited frequently. Parts have been grafittied and tampered with. Comparing a 1980s visit with one in 2003, a former air force member noted that “most of the wreckage … outside the mangroves had been removed” (Bruce Hurst 12 April 2024, pers. comm.).

Some of those parts are now lost, some have been acquired into museum collections and for restoration. Exhibited aircraft wreckage can legitimately provide a touchstone to historical events (Ireland et al. 2020:15). Curatorial interpretation for exhibition or education, can be a better way of honoring memory than leaving them to degrade naturally or through human interference. Indeed, this view was conveyed by RAAF personnel to Jill Sheppard, representing the Herman family, at a meeting in August 2009 to discuss the Giru wreckage (Sheppard 2009b). For some, restoration to tell another story, enabling others to be remembered, would be a fitting fate and, indeed, approximately 75 per cent of the tailplane has been incorporated into the Queensland Air Museum’s Ventura A59-96 restoration. But telling the Ventura’s story obliterates A16-191’s Hudson identity, its 32 Squadron service career, and its connection to the deaths of Cooper, Gillam, Herman, and Jewell (Ireland et al. 2020).

Exhibition can also be ethically problematic if the items on display are closely connected to the dead and their burial site, or if they are obtained unscrupulously: “unregulated souveniring or profiting,” wrote the RAAF chaplain who officiated at both the 2003 and 2009 ceremonies, “denigrates the memory of those who died” (Melrose 2002). While Channel 7’s Sunday Night program included a memorial service, its main focus was on the ethical implications of artefact removal from a place of burial. One of the scenes was filmed at the then RAAF Museum Townsville (now RAAF Base Townsville Aviation Heritage Centre). Here, the viewer sees a civilian volunteer presenting items held in the museum’s collection, emphasizing their connection to the dead airmen and the wing burial. He showed a section of the fowler flap which, he said, “was sitting on top of that painted wing section,” and “a landing-light housing from one of the wingsthat actually comes from the gravesite,” he added. He held up an object, “a human reminder” of the crash. “Part of a flying boot. This is the remains of one of the aircrew’s flying boots.” The program host, making it clear he was speaking to the eponymous “tomb raider,” later (erroneously) declared that the site was “a war grave because there are four young men buried there.” He questioned the curator’s right to “take artefacts and pieces of that wreckage away desecrating the site.” But, the volunteer museum curator told viewers, “[W]hen we originally brought this stuff here it was to actually display it so we could actually honor these men.” The relics may have been intimately linked to aircrew death but the museum recognized their commemorative value. The curator’s actions, however, were pilloried. One interviewee dubbed him a “grave robber.” Another stated that the Hudson was the airmen’s “coffin.” “[W]hen you take a piece” of the aircraft, “you’re taking part of their coffin. That is a terrible thing to do.” (All quotes from “The Tomb Raider” 2009.)

When the Herman family saw the sole of a flying boot on their television screens, they were appalled. For Jim Herman’s siblings, family representative Jill Sheppard explained, it was “pretty confronting stuff” (Shearer 2009). The memory of their brother’s death was still raw, even sixty-six years later. On screen, Jim’s younger sister Jessie flipped through old photo albums. “I still think about itit’s being a sacred site”. For her, the wreckage was a place of sacrifice: “They gave their lives at that young age.” The thought that human remains had been tampered with, or removed, was shocking. “I wish it could just remain as a sacred site. I hate to think it will be pillaged.” Jessie implored prospective visitors to “Please respect people who gave their lives for their country and leave things alone” (Jessie Morgan “The Tomb Raider” 2009). Jim’s sister’s plea recalls Charles Bean’s reaction when encountering “relics of men” on the Great War battlefields. “It seems to me”, Bean opined, “that the finest memorial of these men was that they lay where they lay, marking the lines of [their] astonishing struggle” (Bean 1948:68). Indeed, Jessie and the extended Herman family consider the wreckage to be a powerful memorial (“Lost men, lost planes” 2008).

Newspaper articles published after the program aired reiterated Jessie’s entreaty. They claimed that “war remains” had been looted by “scavengers” (Shearer 2009). The “sacred site”, the “gravesite’ (“Sacred site” 2009) had been desecrated (Shearer 2009; Andersen 2009). The crew’s last resting place may not officially be a war grave but technicalities do not matter. Emotionally, A16-191 is a war grave, a sacred site and a place of sacrifice. It is a site of affect. Removing aviation relics or bodily remains from such hallowed ground is affectively transgressive.

Culturally and historically significant materiality

Although A16-191 is Jim Herman’s last resting place and should be honored as such, the Herman family also recognizes it as an object of cultural heritage. In April 2010, representing Jim’s surviving siblings as well as the extended Herman family, Jill Sheppard applied for A16-191’s crash site to be entered as a place in the Queensland Heritage Register. Jill described the crash, noting that the site had been degraded over the decades, detailed 32 Squadron’s anti-submarine activities in the area, and stated that it not only told the story of Queensland’s frontline defense, but that A16-191, with its anecdotal reports of a wing burial, was possibly “unique” in that it is a Second World War “land-based wreckage and gravesite.” She also highlighted its heritage importance to the people of Giru who had established a memorial to the crew, and who had “grown up with the stories about the crash.” She noted that “the local nomenclature of Bomber Creek is a constant reminder of the presence of the wreckage and the remains of the crew” (Sheppard 2010). Her application failed as she “did not demonstrate that this crash is a WWII site of state heritage significance.” The delegate, however, acknowledged A16-191 as a “cultural resource” of “local heritage importance” which “is afforded special protection” because it lies within a national park (Burns 2010).

The Hudson’s broader heritage value might not be recognized but its materiality is historically significant. The RAAF acquired 247 Hudsons between January 1940 and May 1942. Constructed by the Lockheed Aircraft Corporation, they were part of the American Lend Lease defense aid consignment. Hudson Mark III serial number A16-191 was delivered on 5 April 1942. It was assigned to 32 Squadron on 11 May (Richardson and Wood 2021:95–99). Globally, only a few complete Hudsons exist. Australian examples include wrecks at Hyland Bay and Milingimbi Island (NT); two restored machines at Temora Aviation Museum (NSW) and the Australian War Memorial (ACT) (the former is flight-capable and is part of the RAAF 100 Squadron Temora Flight Collection); and two partial Hudsons in storage at RAAF Museum, Point Cook (VIC). A16-191’s extant parts in the RAAF Townsville Aviation Heritage Centre tell their own story of service and death. The wreck zone wings, however, have significance not just as a marker for a grave but as an exemplar of a specific period scheme: the upper wing surface white, blue and red roundel, though faded, is evident. Red started disappearing from Allied camouflage and marking schemes in the pacific theatre after June 1942; both the Temora and AWM Hudsons sport the blue and white roundel.

While many Australian terrestrial wreck sites have been archaeologically surveyed (Jung 2016; Aitchison et al. 2019), A16-191 has not. Photos of the wreckage and debris field, however, exist and the Hudson has been filmed on at least two occasions. These images and film, spanning three decades (1983, 1985, 2002, 2008, 2009, and 2016), visually tell a story of natural and human site interference. They reveal part of A16-191’s British serial number, BW677, as well as the white, blue and red roundel. They indicate that some parts have been graffitied. Some have moved position; wreckage may have been piled up at one stage. But they are part of a dispersed archive, scattered between private and RAAF collections, and wherever old film footage lurks; perhaps my digital archive is the only place these images co-exist.

As television presenter and archaeologist Neil Oliver (Coast 2017) said when he walked the site in 2016, and was visibly sensorially affected by the wing grave, perhaps it is time to “return to the light a story that has for too long been in the shadows.” With appropriate authorization under Queensland conservation legislation, professional interrogation of the extant wreckage could verify or disprove conclusions reached by witnesses and the original search party regarding the collision, crash, and explosion. Other important questions could also be answered. What cultural and non-cultural changes have taken place over the decades? How has the wreckage deteriorated? Exactly what has been removed from the site? What’s left? And has the site been contaminated? After the Channel 7 program, doubt was raised about the “human reminder”, the boot sole. Someone pointed out that it was made of rubber so was not standard uniform issue. The civilian curator retrospectively speculated that it must have been left by a site visitor (Andersen 2009).

Although the wreck zone has been subject to periodic flooding archaeology may well determine whether or not a wing burial took place and, more significantly (though probably unlikely), if any of the “little evidence” of human remains still exists. But what if forensic specialists locate bodily residue? What would happen to it? When they first learned of the possible removal of human-related artefacts from the site, the Herman family made it clear that they objected (Jessie Morgan “The Tomb Raider” 2009). While recognizing they could “only speak on behalf of Jim”, they “would not wish him to be disturbed” (Jill Sheppard “Lost men, lost planes” 2008).

Other than Jim’s in-laws, Jim’s generation are now all dead. His nephews and nieces are in their sixties and seventies. They bear no personal or intergenerational grief but they feel a sense of obligation to ensure their uncle’s death is acknowledged, that his remains are treated honorably. Is, then, possible relocation of bodily residue if found, removal of the wing—or other aircraft parts—something these memory custodians would want? Is their emotional connection to wreckage as grave and sacred site too strong to resolve the tension between curatorship and the first generation’s desire for the site to be left alone. Air Force respects the Herman family’s wishes. But what about the families of Jim’s crew members? What would they want? Without investigation, there is no debate. A16-191 remains a last resting place.

Neil Oliver appreciated the poignancy of aviation dead sheltering under a metal bird’s wing (Coast 2017). If the Hudson’s wings are to lay undisturbed, protecting her crew, what of the rest of A16-191’s scattered wreckage? While nothing can be removed without a permit, given continuing site degradation, it could be argued that extant aircraft parts should be preserved and incorporated into museum collections in their own right, as they are at the RAAF Townsville Aviation Heritage Centre, rather than as spare parts for other restorations. They could be curated to tell the story of aircraft and crew, revealing their historical, archaeological, heritage, and emotional significance. At the very least, aviation archaeologists could photograph the wreckage, investigate cultural and non-cultural landscape changes, and interpret the wreckage to compile a crash narrative. They could record A16-191’s post-crash “biography”; it’s historic, material, and emotional story.

 Conclusion

 That parts from aircraft wreckage can be removed, replaced, repurposed, or displayed in museums highlights their fungibility—their status as defunct relics of a once-serviceable machine. They hold no emotional valence. But, when connected to aviation death, they are imbued with affect and meaning. They mark a sacred site. They are a human’s last resting place. They, in emotional imaginaries, become non-fungible because of their connection to the dead; they are transformed by grief and remembrance.

No-one, as far as I am aware, has any emotional connection to A16-194’s debris field (other than as a stand-in for A16-191), because its crew survived. It is not a last resting place. Here then, is a complex intersection of materiality and affect. A16-191’s wreckage is physically fungible but, through the emotions of those who mourn and remember its crew, it has become non-fungible. It is a site of affect, a locus of ethical responsibility. It is also an artefact of historical significance, dispersed across a cultural landscape with a distinct affective archaeology and materiality, and emotional heritage.

Giru’s Bomber’s Memorial is also a site of affect. The memory marker monumentally, iconographically, and emotionally links to A16-191’s crash site and wing burial. It recalls the story of the crash, “the four” who “died instantly on impact” and their unrecovered bodies. It incorporates the RAAF eagle insignia referring both to the crew’s military service and their in situ interment. It articulates a final affective message from the people of Giru iterated in the hearts of those who continue to mourn them: “May you rest in Peace.”

 


Close up of the dedication panel, Bomber’s Memorial, Brolga Park, Giru. 24 May 2003. Unknown photographer. Source, Barbara Hillam via Jill Sheppard.  

 Acknowledgments

 My thanks to Peter Hobbins, Bruce Hurst, James Kightly, Daniel J. Leahy, Peter Dunn, and especially the Herman family.

Crew photos, not in the chapter

Sergeant Maurice Cooper

 

Sergeant Herbert Gillam


Sergeant Jim Herman


Pilot Officer John Jewell

Saturday, 11 April 2026

Framing the Legend: Clive Caldwell’s Photographic Archive – a visual memoir.

 Framing the Legend: Clive Caldwell’s Photographic Archive – a visual memoir

Paper presented at the Aviation Cultures’ online Print the Legend ‘searchlight’ event, 27 February 2026

An ace in both the Middle East and Pacific theatres, and officially attributed with 27½ victories, Clive Caldwell was Australia’s highest scoring fighter pilot of the Second World War. Considered by many as an individualist, he did not wear the restrictions of officialdom well.

Towards the end of the war he faced public inquiry over the so-called Morotai Mutiny; a court-martial for liquor trading; and reduction in rank from acting Group Captain to Flight Lieutenant. ‘A strong almost consuming bitterness’ was the abiding legacy of those events. And others. Despite public acclaim, Caldwell never shook the belief that the Royal Australian Air Force disregarded his service and contribution. 

Alongside Caldwell’s sense of misrecognition was unabated trauma, emanating from a Hurricane crash at the very beginning of his Western Desert career. Enemy fire ripped a hole through the starboard wing. He attempted to land but the undercarriage would not descend. He tried to free himself, but the locked canopy would not budge. He crashed. Upside down, covered in fuel, his nostrils filling with the ‘strong smell of 100 octane’, he feared the machine would explode and he would be burned alive. ‘I’m really terrified. Not frightened. Terrified’, he later recalled. Multiple near-death experiences in battle over the following months exacerbated and magnified the memory of that dreadful moment. It ‘lives with me and I don’t suppose I will ever get rid of it’, he told one interviewer in the 1980s. Nightmares blighted his sleep. ‘Trapped in a burning aircraft – always with the canopy jammed’, a psychiatrist recorded. 


Such vivid confrontations with his own mortality were compounded by grief for friends, comrades, and those he led into battle. Caldwell was often a witness to those shot down in flames, over water or land; some ploughing into rugged terrain close to camp. The memories seared – olfactory as acute as visual. ‘The smell of roast pork when the[y] dragged old T[om] from the flames of his burning aircraft.’ Imagination as distressing as reality. ‘The remains of Don Munro … in the burnt-out wreck of his Tomahawk fighter …’ Caldwell would not have seen Munro’s remains; they were found eight months after his death. This, then, is a late-life emotional response rather than a recollection. But the handwritten words sit starkly on the page.

I visited Jean Caldwell in 2003. She shared her husband’s vast archive, including his photo albums. I mined them for dates, aircraft types, unit movements, and faces to match names; they functioned purely as a visual appendix to a biographical narrative built from operational records, logbooks, letters, press cuttings, his written fragments, as well as interviews I conducted with his contemporaries and widow. But the true meaning of an image depends on context and its relationship to other evidence. Two decades after writing his biography, I read Caldwell’s medical files. They highlight the trauma he suffered during his flying career and the bitter legacy of the court-martial. In light of those records and this new context – to gain a sense of reverberating trauma and misrecognition – I am now re-examining Caldwell’s life and career through the prisms of war trauma and moral injury. Central to this re-evaluation are three photo albums. 



The first, which I call the ‘early days’ album, spans Caldwell’s young adulthood, courtship of Jean, honeymoon, and home. It touches on his training and extends into his early desert career with 250 and 112 squadrons RAF. Caldwell took some of the wartime photos, possibly with the Leica scavenged from a German corpse in late December 1941.

A good handful were from squadron friends. Many were official or media photographs. Jean sent others, depicting scenes of her wartime life apart from her husband.

The second volume, which I’ve dubbed the ‘large album’, includes a few images from 250 Squadron and Caldwell’s publicity tour to the United States, as well as portraits from Darwin.

The majority, however, are official or press photographs from 112 Squadron, his first command – and a formation that always held ‘a special significance’ for him.

The third, the smaller album, covers mainly his time in Darwin with 1 Fighter Wing. It includes intimate images of friends and comrades, but there are also official photos, where Caldwell adopts his public persona of leader and war hero.

We cannot overlook the albums’ temporal and emotional layering. They contain pre- and wartime photos, actively obtained and kept by Caldwell. Then, sometime after the war, as bitterness festered and trauma assaulted, he collated, arranged, mounted, and captioned them. Those spare captions tell one story but twenty-odd years of biographical practice and recent work exploring trauma have now enabled me to recognise the multiple meanings embodied in the pages; in images singly and collectively.

With so many pictures depicting home and love, Caldwell’s albums are nostalgic touchstones. But the recurring wreckage and the body-marks of battle are memento mori – Latin for ‘remember you must die’ – statements recognising mortality. Images of action – Caldwell in flight, test-flying the Kittybomber, receiving the squadron crest, posing in front of and in his Spitfire – defy the possibility of death and assert his contribution to the Allied cause.

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I will now briefly discuss the albums as memento mori; assertions of significance; and artefacts of affect.

The ‘early days’ and ‘large’ albums each contain multiple images of crashes and damaged aircraft. ‘One of the fighters that came to grief in Palestine’, ‘Another belly flop’. Shelled carcasses, smashed Perspex, bullet holes, and the ‘biggest remaining pieces of a twin-engine bomber after a smash’.

Some are of his aircraft, and himself with hidden bandages. Image and caption reinforce just how close to death he had been. ‘Glass canopy was in this position when hit. Note hole in glass where four bullets just missed head.’

One sequence depicts a 112 Squadron Kittyhawk ‘shot down at Gambut’. Caldwell walked the crash site at the foot of the escarpment, only a short distance away from their quarters. He observed the charred, twisted hulk sitting heavily in a crater gouged by impact, debris scattered across the desert terrain. Smoke lingered, evidence of the intense fire that had engulfed the machine and the pilot who had flown it. So too, did the acrid smell of burnt materials and the disturbing stench of human remains.



Fire is the recurrent theme of Caldwell’s emotional imaginary. This wreck would have evoked the horror of incineration, fuelling future nightmares, even as it further imprinted in traumatic and sensory memories the nauseating odour of aircraft death. But rather than try to forget, Caldwell either took photos himself or acquired those taken by someone else. He later mounted and captioned them, one per page: ‘Smoke is from remains of pilot mainly’; ‘Bits of Pilot Still Smoking’.

The words are confronting. Yet the re-exposure in these four images – when one or two at the most would have sufficed – combined with all the other photographs of wrecks and bullet damage, became a way – then – to order and control fear and – later – the memory of fear, even as it allowed Caldwell to accept mortality and the inevitability of death.

The wreck pages acknowledge precarity. The official and media photographs assert presence and significance. Here is one of my favourite sequences: Caldwell testing the Kittybomber. 


They reveal his humour while underscoring his important contribution to the war effort as a test pilot willingly accepting the risk of determining whether a dropped bomb would clear the airscrew or strike it – with catastrophic consequences.  Yet they also mask his fear. His logbook annotation betrays his anxiety that things would not go to plan. ‘(D.V.)’: Deo Volente. God willing. 

While there is an aspect of trauma containment in this sequence, the majority of official images – such as those from the 112 Squadron crest presentation – were curations acclaiming achievement … and countering perceived misrecognition.

This next photo is a love token loosely inserted into the small album, one of a sequence of publicity shots taken in Darwin. Jean Caldwell had embroidered a garland of colourful hearts and flowers underneath the pocket flaps of his flying suit – a constant visual and tactile reminder of love and home.

Caldwell lifted one of the flaps to display Jean’s needlework. It was a secret message for his wife alone, yet we see something more – the inextricable intertwining of Caldwell’s intimate and martial worlds: Jean’s husband was both a romantic man of emotion and a deadly military aviator, known to all at that stage as ‘Killer’. Yet, despite the affective message, this was also a working garment with a utilitarian purpose which could be worn by Caldwell or anyone else of a similar height – such as his friend, Ray Thorold-Smith.

‘I am wearing an old black flying suit’, Thorold-Smith told his fiancée, ‘torn but carefully mended – with a red heart and a posy of flowers worked in silk on one pocket – and a lesser but similar splendour on the other. One shoulder says S/Ldr, the other says F/Lt. A veteran of a few scraps’.

*****

Despite considering it, Caldwell did not write an autobiography. Instead, he curated a visual memoir. Though private artefacts, the albums reinforce Caldwell’s place within aviation history – in his own mind. Each is rich with multiple meanings and purposes; we can interpret experience both visually and emotionally. A love story weaves through the pages; the fighter-pilot-hero is inseparable from the quotidian of home life and romance. As memento mori, the albums narrate operational peril and anticipated death. Simultaneously, they articulate his desire to defy that fate, even as he accepted its potential inevitability. Alongside the images of action, ceremony and publicity, Caldwell’s albums visually declare: I was there. I survived. I contributed. I mattered. Most significantly, Caldwell’s visual memoir mediates trauma and bitterness.

Written memoir is a selective rendition of a life – often leaving out pain, trauma, memories of the dead, and feelings regarding morally challenging actions. Caldwell’s visual memoir is also selective: his albums do not recount his full life story. And that is where the biographer comes in. He, she – I – can dig deeper and around. Consult other evidence. Contextualise.

Caldwell experienced decades of physical and psychological pain but he largely masked it. Only his intimates knew of it. If he mentioned it, it was with laughter – the hurricane crash, for example, became a dinner speech anecdote. He achieved much in his business career. His love for his wife lasted a lifetime – and was reciprocated. Friends shared memories of him with me, attesting to the depth of their feelings. He was missed. He may have felt that the RAAF failed to recognise his wartime contribution but many – all around the world – did. His place in history is well earned. He is well remembered. He contributed and mattered.

*****

Returning to Caldwell’s albums after so many years, I discovered they are not neutral archives; they are emotional and psychological artefacts – material culture through which Caldwell framed his personal narrative even as he mitigated the recurring terror of immolation. By highlighting those meanings rather than just the content, I hope – in Clive Caldwell Mark II – to offer a fuller understanding of this very human aviation legend.

And now, just one last photo: it’s my all-time favourite, taken during his publicity tour of America. It proclaims Caldwell as a romantic fighter-pilot-hero.




Wednesday, 4 February 2026

'Framing the Legend: Clive Caldwell’s Photographic Archive': an Aviation Cultures Spotlight presentation 27 February 2026

Have you heard about Aviation Cultures? 

Aviation Cultures is a series of conferences where researchers and practitioners come together to share their knowledge and ideas about flight, and its place in history and society. I've participated in a few of their events over the years and every one has been a personal and professional highlight.

Check out their website https://aviationcultures.org/

The next Searchlight presentations - entitled Print the Legend - will take place on 27-28 February 2026. There are some great papers lined up from aviation experts from all over the world.



I'm on during the 27 February morning session, talking about Clive Caldwell, Australia's highest scoring SWW fighter pilot, from a very different perspective: 'Framing the Legend: Clive Caldwell’s Photographic Archive'. And here's the blurb:
Clive Caldwell Air Ace was published in 2006. The work of a sprog author (yup, me), it was well received yet deficient. While recognising that Australia’s highest scoring Second World War ace was virtually a legend in his own time, the book did not fully explore the real man. Obvious questions were unasked or left unanswered. Myths were not busted. (To be fair, I didn't do too badly.)


Two decades later, with more biographical experience under my belt, I am re-examining Clive Caldwell’s life and flying career through the prisms of war trauma and moral injury – both revealed in his private writings and medical records. (Yup, that means I'm re-researching/rewriting the book for a second edition/new work - if you're a publisher, please get in touch!) I also challenge Caldwell’s tall tales, his ‘victory’ tally, and his part in the death of Erbo von Kageneck (spoiler: he didn’t do it but if you've read my article you already know that.) https://www.academia.edu/119203385/Letters_From_A_Luftwaffe_Ace



Central to this re-evaluation are Caldwell’s photo albums. Once merely sources of personal and career information, the former sprog’s (very much) older (wrinkled) eyes now discern new meaning in his curation of official and media photographs alongside ‘box brownie’ images of aircraft wreckage and pilot remains.



This Searchlight paper discusses Caldwell’s photo-narration of operational precarity and anticipated death, as well as his desire to defy that fate by creating a pictorial record of his contribution to Australian aviation history. In highlighting these intersections, I hope to offer deeper insight into a fighter pilot still acknowledged as an aviation legend.

  


The presentations are via zoom (and free!) and scheduled so you can (hopefully) tune in regardless of time zone. You do have to register to receive the link.

So, sign up and join me and other members of Aviation Cultures for a couple of days of top flight aviation presentation and discussion. I'll be very interested to know what you think of my interpretation.
And please spread the word! The more the merrier.

I look forward to seeing you.

In the interim, virtually enjoy this magnificent slice of cake ... I did in real life!