Located on the outskirts of Roswell, New Mexico, Walker Air Force Base served as a key U.S. military installation during the Cold War. It operated under the Strategic Air Command from 1946 until its closure in 1967. In the early morning hours of Wednesday, Jan. 30, 1963, a Boeing B-52 Stratofortress was flying a routine training mission out of Walker AFB when a tragic event thrust the inhabitants of the Mora Valley into the national spotlight.  

The B-52 aircraft was flying at 34,000 feet when its tail section separated from the fuselage because of turbulent winds that caused the aircraft to explode and crash approximately 10 miles northwest of Mora in the vicinity of Holman Hill. A couple of residents notified the Agua Negra Telephone Company, the privately owned provider, after they witnessedthe explosion and flash while on their way to work. Agua Negra had only three long-distance lines available which limited the village’s communication capabilities during this sudden catastrophe, according to an Albuquerque Journal article dated Feb. 3, 1963. 

Once the news reached the outside world, the village of Mora would become the bustling epicenter for the search and rescue operation for survivors, initially spearheaded by local law enforcement agencies with assistance from numerous ranchers and community volunteers. One contingent of community volunteers included more than 50 boys from St. Gertrude’s High School under the supervision of Fr. John McHugh and Fr. James Flanagan. My father, who served as a faculty member and head basketball coach at SGHS, also assisted during the initial two-day search. Eventually more than 100 Air Force personnel, mostly from Kirtland Air Force Base, and civilian search and rescue workers quickly joined the locals in this joint search effort. More than 75 airmen would remain to search for wreckage of the eight-engine, $8-million bomber after all the crewmen were accounted for. Although no nuclear materials were onboard, the plane did carry two “Hound Dog” missiles that could transport nuclear warheads, according to an Associated Press report.  

At the end of December 1962, the SGHS Rockets basketball team captured the Stu Clark Tournament championship with an upset win over West Las Vegas High School. A month later, they found themselves searching for survivors amidst the scattered crash debris, including the jet engines that had separated from the fuselage. The starting center from the squad recalled the fierce winds that blew every day during their search efforts. Of the six crew members, four managed to survive by bailing out and deploying their parachutes, while two others perished. Father Flanagan and one of the male students discovered the body of the tail gunner and reported the location to the search coordinators.  

I was in the fifth grade at that time and found myself consumed by this event, especially since St. Gertrude’s made their gym available after the team practices to a large contingent of USAF personnel. The opportunity to shower after coming indoors from a grueling day on the mountain was a welcome benefit to these young men. I fondly recall watching the airmen engage in some spirited off-duty basketball contests during their stay. The gym stage and elevated bleachers also offered ample space to spread out their sleeping cots or sleeping bags. The homecoming game happened to take place during this time which offered a chance for the community to make the airmen feel welcome when members of the homecoming court were escorted by several of the airmen.  

When I later mentioned the experience of sampling C rations for the first time to a former player, he recalled dining on these “culinary delights” while assisting with the search efforts. He quipped that he would soon be reintroduced to C rations upon enlisting in the Armed Forces after graduation. Once the search operations concluded, a grateful USAF officer presented my father with two large boxes of C rations, which came in handy during our family road trips the next couple of years.  

The Albuquerque Journal article mentioned the generous praise handed out by the Air Force to the entire Mora community and cited key individuals like Agua Negra Telephone Company’s Madrid family, the local volunteers who helped rescue or locate three of the surviving crew members, as well as the St. Gertrude’s High School contingent. 

The newspaper clippings collected by my father, Coach Jake Martinez, provided me with the excellent sources that enabled me to share this profound account that time almost forgot.