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Berlin airlift candy bomber dies; Gail Halvorsen was 101

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A previous version of this article mistakenly attributed to Mr. Halvorsen a quote given to NPR by Andrei Cherny, the author of the book “The Candy Bombers: The Untold Story of the Berlin Airlift and America’s Finest Hour." This version has been corrected.

Gail “Hal” Halvorsen, an Air Force pilot whose gesture of kindness during the Berlin airlift — sending tons of candy fluttering down from the sky to the city’s beleaguered children — endured in memory as a redeeming moment amid the aggressions of the Cold War, died Feb. 16 at a hospital in Provo, Utah. He was 101.

The cause was sudden-onset respiratory failure, said his daughter Denise Halvorsen Williams.

Mr. Halvorsen, who retired at the rank of colonel after a three-decade Air Force career, was a 27-year-old lieutenant when he embarked on the mission that would earn him the adoration of thousands of children in Berlin and the gratitude of two countries, Germany and the United States, for his role in healing the wounds of World War II.

World War II-era ‘Candy Bomber’ turns 100. Those who caught his candy — now in their 80s — say thanks.

After the war, the defeated state of Germany was partitioned into zones administered by the victorious Allies. The American, British and French sectors combined to form West Germany. The Soviet sector became East Germany. Within East Germany lay the city of Berlin, which also was divided into two sections, east and west, eventually separated by the wall that came to represent the Iron Curtain that had fallen across Europe.

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From June 1948 to May 1949, in one of the first major confrontations of the Cold War, Moscow blockaded West Berlin, blocking rail and road access to that part of the city. More than 2 million West Berliners, deprived of food, fuel, medical supplies and other basic necessities, faced starvation.

The Berlin airlift, one of the most massive humanitarian aid missions ever undertaken, circumvented the Soviet blockade by delivering goods to West Berlin by plane. More than 278,000 flights into Berlin — including 190 by Mr. Halvorsen, The Washington Post reported in 1998 — delivered more than 2 million tons of supplies to the city over 15 months. The accounting of casualties varies, but at least 70 American and British airlifters were killed during the operation, which ran day and night in often hazardous conditions, with planes sometimes landing every three minutes.

Mr. Halvorsen, who had been fascinated by flight ever since his days growing up on his family’s farms in Idaho and Utah, volunteered to fly in the airlift. He was making a delivery at Tempelhof airfield in West Berlin in July 1948 when he encountered a group of 30 children on the other side of a barbed wire divide.

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“I saw right away that they had nothing and they were hungry,” he told The Post decades later. “So I reached into my pocket and pulled out all that I had: two sticks of gum.” The gum was enough for only four children, but even the fragrance of the wrappers delighted the others.

In a promise that seemed the stuff of fairy tales, Mr. Halvorsen pledged to the children that he would return the next day and drop chocolate and other sweets from the sky. They would recognize his plane among the many others buzzing the city, he told them, because he would wiggle his wings.

The explanation “took some translating,” Mr. Halvorsen, who became known to the children as Uncle Wiggly Wings, recalled years later to NBC News. “But then they said, ‘Jawohl! Jawohl!’”

Mr. Halvorsen returned to his base, collected candy rations from his fellow airmen and attached them to handkerchiefs. “A jubilant celebration” followed the next day, he recalled, when the miniature parachutes floated down to earth.

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Mr. Halvorsen continued making the candy drops, attracting increasing numbers of children, until a German journalist took note and published an article about his escapades. Mr. Halvorsen had not consulted his superiors about his candy missions, reasoning that bureaucratic red tape would do little to improve the lot of the children of Berlin.

Apprised of Mr. Halvorsen’s actions, a commanding officer dressed him down, admonishing him that pilots were not to make unauthorized drops. A court-martial appeared to be on the table. But then the officer told him to carry on. It was a “good idea,” Mr. Halvorsen recalled the officer saying, one that cultivated enormous goodwill within Germany.

“You have to remember, these were kids 5, 6, 7, 8 years old who had never tasted a piece of candy before, never tasted a piece of chocolate,” Andrei Cherny, the author of the book “The Candy Bombers: The Untold Story of the Berlin Airlift and America’s Finest Hour,” told NPR. “Their only experience with America at this age was the country that had bombed them during World War II, in many cases killed many of their relatives, and then occupied them in a rather harsh occupation in the years afterwards. And suddenly, here was falling from the heavens, literally, this Hershey bar or this Wrigley gum.”

Mr. Halvorsen’s private project grew into an official mission dubbed Operation Little Vittles. (The Berlin airlift as a whole was known among American forces as Operation Vittles.) American candymakers donated tons of sweets for the effort, which quickly drew headlines and cheers on either side of the Atlantic. By the end of the airlift, pilots had dropped a reported 23 tons of candy over West Berlin.

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For the children who received them, those sweets held meaning no tiny, crinkled candy wrapper could contain.

“There was no food or clean water in Berlin; we were starving to death,” Ingrid Azvedo, one of the beneficiaries of Mr. Halvorsen’s good deeds, told The Post in 2020. “Then along came this tall and skinny pilot, who reached into his pocket to give us all that he had. A kindness like that stays with you for a lifetime.”

Gail Seymour Halvorsen was born in Salt Lake City on Oct. 10, 1920, the son of sugar beet farmers.

He received a scholarship to obtain a private pilot’s license in the fall of 1941, shortly before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor that precipitated U.S. entry into World War II. He joined the Civil Air Patrol, the official auxiliary of what became the Air Force, and then the Army Air Forces, serving during the war as a transport pilot in the South Atlantic.

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After World War II, Mr. Halvorsen enrolled at the University of Florida, where he received a bachelor’s degree in aeronautical engineering in 1951 and a master’s degree in engineering in 1952. He worked during his Air Force career as an engineer in the space program and returned to Tempelhof air base as a commander.

After his military retirement, he worked at Brigham Young University in Provo as a dean of student life.

Mr. Halvorsen’s first wife, the former Alta Jolley, died in 1999 after nearly 50 years of marriage.

Survivors include his wife of 22 years, Lorraine Pace Halvorsen of Green Valley, Ariz.; five children from his first marriage, Brad Halvorsen of Draper, Utah, Denise Halvorsen Williams of Provo, Marilyn Halvorsen Sorensen of Orem, Utah, Bob Halvorsen of Midway, Utah, and Mike Halvorsen of Concord, N.C.; and many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

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Mr. Halvorsen was the author of a memoir, “The Candy Bomber,” written with his daughter Denise and published in 2017.

A “candy bomber” to the end, he participated in a flight that dropped candy over the war-torn Balkan territory of Kosovo in the late 1990s. In a commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the Berlin airlift, he co-piloted a plane that made more sweets rain down over the by-then unified city.

He was overcome with emotion, all those years later, when he thought back and reflected on what the candy must have meant to the children on the ground in 1948 and 1949.

“You’d be walking along in the fog, and through the clouds came a little parachute with a fresh piece of chocolate,” he told The Post. “It was a symbol of hope that somebody out there realized you were under siege. … I think hope is the thing, not the candy bar. It was the hope.”

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Update: 2024-08-01