Lt. Brandon Nuttall was shot down near Bad Kreuznach, Germany on March 18, 1945. I gather that most of his
service buddies lost contact with him then. He was admitted to an Evac Hospital in France and treated for a broken arm. From
there, he went to England and Scotland, and then spent time in hospitals in Louisville and California. When the war ended,
he continued to fly for a short time, but decided to leave military service.
In 1947, Dad returned to the University
of Cincinnati and received both BS and MS degrees in Geology. In 1951, he married Kendrick G. Robertson of Finchville, Kentucky.
They had met while he was at Cincinnati and she was working as a social worker in northern Kentucky, across the river. He
took a job with Pure Oil Company and was transferred to Olney, Illinois where I was born in 1953. He was transferred to Earlington,
Kentucky and the family took up residence in nearby Madisonville, Kentucky where my three sisters were born.
Pure Oil decided to leave the Illinois/Kentucky area, he left the company, became an independent consultant, and promoted
the prospect for development of an oil pool in Hopkins County. This led to his first success, the discovery of the Hanson
He was a member of and served in many professional geological organizations: American Association of Petroleum
Geologists, American Institute of Professional Geologists, and the Kentucky Oil and Gas Association among them. He was a Life
Member of the VFW; Post 5480 was across the road from our house. He served several terms on the Hopkins County School Board,
being a member during the planning and construction of Madisonville-North Hopkins Senior High School. He taught geology at
local community colleges for nearly 20 years. His field trips to visit sites of local geologic interest were the highlight
of many a class, often attracting visitors and guests.
Dad passed away as the result of head injuries sustained in
an accident in 1982. He was reluctant to discuss his military service. He told me he was the first in his training class to
perform an outside loop. He also related a story about flying a VIP (I think he said congressman) on a reconnaissance mission
and coming under light enemy fire causing the VIP to suggest he had seen enough and should return to base. After WWII, Dad
declined an offer of promotion to 1st Lieutenant in the Reserves and, as far as I remember, never expressed an interest in
piloting an aircraft. I have the opinion that he was proud of his service in the war, but some aspects may
well have been lingering burdens.
I must admit that in 1982, I was too young and absorbed with my own new family to
be very interested. You always feel that there will be time to sit down and get to know your father as a person. Well, there
wasn't. Now, starting with some records found in boxes and filed in the back of a drawer, that is why I'm looking for pilots
and others who might have served with him.
Brandon C. Nuttall