Mother and two children lost in raging sea

“I saw a child being thrown out a window by a man
after the plane hit the Atlantic. The child was never seen again.
The other child also vanished.”


Rachael Hoopii with children

Rachael K. Hoopii, 32, of Waimanolo, Hawaii was on her way with two children to join her husband in Munich, Germany. Mrs. Hoopii and her little girls, Uilani, 10, and Luana, 6, were all eager to see the family together again.

Tech. Sgt. Bernard Palinapa Hoopii, 36, of Wailuku, was energized, excited for his family’s arrival. He was a veteran of 12 years of Army service, which included action in Korea. He had been separated from Rachael, Uilani and Luana for the past two years.  Bernard and Rachael had been married for six years.

The three Hoopii women were headed to the reunion by way of the Military Air Transportation Service (MATS) on Flying Tiger 923. They never got there. They all died that night, in the frigid, gale-whipped waters of the North Atlantic, 500 miles off the coast of Ireland, on September 23, 1962.

There was no news of the dead in far-off Hawaii until five days after the disaster, on September 27. The Honolulu Star-Bulletin newspaper finally carried a front-page report of sorrowful deaths of the two children and equally sorrowful story of the likely final pleas from the mother, desperately alone, seeking refuge on the raft.

Army Paratrooper, Private Raul Acevedo-Cambero of Los Angeles, said, “I saw a child being thrown out a window by a man after the plane hit the Atlantic. The child was never seen again. The other child also vanished.”


Rachael Hoopii with children

Another Paratrooper, Private Frederick G. Gazelle, of Pasadena, California, said he tried to save a woman he believed to be the children’s mother.

“I was inside the raft on the edge and a woman swam to the side,” he said. “I tried to pull her aboard but men poured over us like sardines.”

“I held on and she kept crying, ‘Please let me up.’ But they kept on coming over and around us. I found myself under a pile of men and I could not hold on. The woman disappeared.” The sea never slowed its rage.

Army Sergeant First Class Alfred Bodung, of Indianpolis, Indiana – one of the survivors flown days later to Cork, Ireland, and then to Oxford, England, for medical treatment – said he had been “detailed” to look after the children as the plane came down. According to earlier reports, he had been given the impossible assignment by Stewardess Jacqueline Brotman, 24, who perished in the crash.

“I took off my shoes and put on a lifejacket,” Bodung said. “In the row behind me were the two children. But I was knocked out in the crash and never knew what happened to them. When I came to, the plane was filling with water fast and I dived out.”

Bodung said he found the raft, which became so crowed that people were lying and sitting on top of each other. He got in, sandwiched between other survivors and prayed. He said the next five hours until rescue by the Celerina, were the most terrible hours of my life.

And that was the end of three Hoopiis, gone in the cold, wet darkness.

Roberta Hoopii


Perhaps by fate, another Hoopii daughter (by a previous marriage), Roberta Kanani Mokilehua, 13, had originally left home for the trip with her step-mother and two sisters on August 28. They made a three-week stop over in California to visit relatives on the mainland. Roberta disliked the early September California cold so much, and got so homesick for Hawaii that she returned to the islands on September 3, some 20 days prior to the doomed flight. She was staying with her grandmother, Mrs. Robert Kekauoha, in Waimanalo, at the time of the crash.

Mother Rachel was one of six children. She was born on Oahu and went to Waimanalo Schools.  She had long wanted to join her husband in Germany, but had to wait until restrictions were lifted on relocation of dependents. The trip to Germany was her first trip away from the Hawaiian islands.

Tech. Sgt. Bernard Hoopii was a native of Hana, Maui.

About Fred Caruso

Survivor of the crash of Flying Tiger 923. at night, at sea, 500 miles off the west coast of Ireland, with 28 deaths and 48 survivors, September 23, 1962.
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5 Responses to Mother and two children lost in raging sea

  1. Ellen Caruso says:

    I think this is one of the saddest stories of the disaster. Maybe we’ll find the half sister some day.

  2. Kona Jugoz says:

    Thank you for sharing the details of my Granduncle’s Bernards Palenapa Hoopii’s family tragedy. I had heard second hand stories, but so good to hear it from a witness actually there. My Granduncle Napa would pass away himself in the Viet Nam war on December 12, 1966.

    Kona Jugoz

  3. Maile Lu Sithar-Romena says:

    This was such a sad sad tragedy for my Uncle and all our Ohana. Thank you for sharing. As I read it, it brought tears to my eyes.

  4. Iwalani Castro says:

    Wow………Bernard Hoopii was my grandmother’s brother, and I remember him coming to our house cause I was raised by my grandmother……I also remember us getting da news of his family goin down on their way to Germany……….luv u uncle Napa

  5. Joyce Sithar-Benitez-Tihada says:

    Mahalo for sharing, I never knew the details of this tragic plane crash. So very sad and horrific I can just imagine it, the cold water and continues breaking of high waves. Uncle Napa was the youngest child and my moms brother. He was so close to our older brother and cousins, he and his nephews always led the Hana caravan when the whole Hoopii ohana had to go to Hana. Also uncle Napa was the babysitter for us when our parents went to do Christmas caroling around the island. He always told the story of “Who stole my golden leg” we were so scared, but we had so much fun all of us the Sithars, Corderos, and Valles. We all loved him and his family dearly. Does anyone know where Kanani is at? It is a lifetime memory, My uncles, Benny, Lei and Napa you’re the best uncles in this whole world and I will never forget you all. I only wished my children knew all of you. My Mama, all my aunties and uncles I love you all. It was great to have all of you in my young and old days. I am so blessed to have been brought up with loving and caring family. God Bless everyone of you,

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