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Brewer, of Charlotte, was among the more than 900 Black pilots who were trained at the segregated Tuskegee Army Air Field in Alabama during the war.
They were African American men from all over the country who fought racism and oppression at home and enemy pilots, bad weather and antiaircraft gunners overseas.
More than 400 served in combat, flying patrol and strafing missions, and escorting bombers from bases in North Africa and Italy. The tail sections of their fighter planes were painted a distinctive red.
Brewer, the son of a hotel bellman, had graduated from Shaw University in Raleigh, N.C., where he had reportedly received an award from a prominent Black fraternity.
His 1942 draft registration card said he stood just under 6 feet tall and weighed 136 pounds.
He had a younger sister named Gladys, who was a teacher at the local segregated Second Ward High School. The family lived in Charlotte’s Brooklyn section, a largely Black neighborhood that was razed in the 1960s.
“I remember how devastating it was when they notified my family, my aunt and uncle, that he was missing,” said Robena Brewer Harrison, 84, of New York, a cousin. “It just left a void within our family. My aunt, who was his mother, Janie, she never, ever recovered from that.”
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She said Brewer’s mother had a stroke afterward, and was in a wheelchair. She died five years later at the age of 49, according to her death certificate.
“She died of a broken heart,” said Brenda L. Brewer, 74, of Charlotte, another cousin. “If there can be any healing in death, I hope she’s healing now.”
“He’s coming back now, and I’m happy for him, and I finally finish a mission of mine in life, to bring this pilot home,” she said.
Although she never knew the lieutenant, she said in a telephone interview that she had heard his story when she was growing up and had resolved to somehow help get him home. She said funeral arrangements have not been made but she would like to see the remains buried in Charlotte.
Brewer’s plane went down about 11:15 a.m. on Oct. 29, 1944. He and 56 other fighters had been headed on a 1,000-mile round trip mission from the American base at Ramitelli, Italy, over the Alps, to Regensburg.
But there were overcast skies. The fighters had trouble finding the B-24 bombers they were to escort.
About 340 miles into the trip, as the P-51s were climbing through cloud cover above Dellach, Austria, a fellow pilot, Lt. Charles H. Duke, saw Brewer pull up too sharply and “stall out.”
“I immediately lost sight of him in clouds,” Duke reported later, according to government records.
Brewer’s plane crashed. But it did not come down in Dellach. It crashed about 20 miles to the south, in Moggio Udinese, just across the border in Italy, a fact that would later complicate the search for the identity of his remains.
The plane Brewer flew that day had mostly been flown by another Tuskegee pilot, 1st Lt. John F. Briggs, according to Craig Huntly, a California-based Tuskegee historian.
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Huntly said in a recent telephone interview that long after the war he had befriended the plane’s ground crew chief, James C. Atchison, who told him the story of Travelin’ Lite
.
The nose of the P-51 bore the name of the plane and a drawing of a thin rabbit holding a toothbrush. “And that’s just how light the bunny was traveling,” Huntly said. With “nothing but a toothbrush.”
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The plane may have been named for the 1942 song
“Trav’lin’ Light” by the jazz singer Billie Holiday, he said.
Briggs had flown 70 missions in the plane and was about to return to the United States, Huntly said.
Brewer had flown it a few times. The two pilots discussed renaming it, but Brewer wanted to keep the name, because it had safely brought him home, too, Huntly related.
Huntly recalled how Atchison had described that day. “I strapped him in, buttoned up the canopy, rode his wing from the revetment out to the runway. We looked at each other. He gave me the okay sign with his fingers. I hopped off the wing and that was the last that I saw of” him.