B-17G Fortress “Liquid-8-Or” of the 569th BS drops “10 in 1” ration cases into Holland during Operation Chowhound to relieve famine in western Holland, May 1 or 3, 1945. Operation Chowhound delivered over 4,000 tons of food to starving Dutch civilians.

Lifelines from the Sky: How Operation Chowhound and B-17 “Liquid-8-Or” Helped Save Starving Holland
The final months of World War II in Europe were a strange mix of hope and suffering. Even as Nazi Germany crumbled, thousands across occupied Europe continued to endure hardship, none more so than the Dutch civilians in western Holland. Starved by occupation and blockade, the Dutch faced the grim prospect of death by famine in spring 1945. In a remarkable act of compassion and heroism, the Allies sent one of history’s great humanitarian airlifts—Operation Chowhound. Among the bombers recast as angels of mercy flew the Boeing B-17G Flying Fortress “Liquid-8-Or” of the 569th Bomb Squadron, whose crew became part of a mission that dropped not bombs, but life-saving rations over Holland’s windswept fields.
The Dutch Famine: Hunger in the Shadow of Liberation
For much of World War II, the Netherlands was under Nazi occupation. But it was the winter of 1944–1945—remembered as the “Hunger Winter”—that nearly broke the spirit of the Dutch people. In a final act of cruelty and control, German authorities cut off food and fuel shipments to the densely populated western region in retaliation for railway strikes and persistent resistance. Crops failed, rivers froze, and warehouses emptied. By April, an estimated 20,000 had already died from malnutrition and thousands more were at the brink of death, sustained only by tulip bulbs, grass, and makeshift “soup” from scorched food scraps.
Allied forces were advancing but unable to immediately liberate western Holland due to German resistance and a fragile truce. Instead, they turned to the sky for a solution.
A Bomber’s New Mission: Operation Chowhound
In late April 1945, as part of a pact negotiated between the Allies and German occupiers, the British Royal Air Force and U.S. Army Air Forces orchestrated massive food drops over occupied Amsterdam, Rotterdam, The Hague, and surrounding areas. The effort, aptly named Operation Chowhound, would see American heavy bombers—designed for war—repurposed as lifelines. Their new cargo: food, not fire.
From May 1 to May 8, more than 2,200 bomber sorties delivered over 4,000 tons of food—including crates of high-calorie “10-in-1” combat ration packs—across western Holland. Among these bombers was B-17G “Liquid-8-Or.” On May 1 or 3, she was photographed in the act, bomb bay doors wide open, releasing not explosives but ration cases tumbling toward the earth, watched by hopeful eyes below.
Danger at Low Altitude: Courage in Uncharted Skies
Operation Chowhound was not without its risks. Although a ceasefire had been arranged, the bombers had to fly a narrow corridor at dangerously low altitudes—sometimes below 500 feet—to ensure accuracy for starving civilians clustered near the drop zones. The specter of anti-aircraft fire, accidental engagements, or engine trouble always loomed; some Allied crews would later report bullet holes in their fuselages.
“Liquid-8-Or” and her crew of the 569th Bomb Squadron braved these risks with every flight. Accustomed to flak and enemy fighters, they now navigated new hazards: the need for pinpoint precision while flying heavy with food, at heights more familiar to crop dusters than to bombers accustomed to the stratosphere. In place of bombs, her bomb bay racks were hastily fitted to grip and drop wooden cases filled with tinned meat, biscuits, milk powder, and vitamins: everything desperately needed for survival.
Angels Descending Amid the Tulips
On the ground, the arrival of Allied bombers was a surreal but sublime spectacle for Dutch civilians. Widely circulated photographs and first-hand accounts describe crowds gathering in open fields or on city rooftops, waving white sheets and handkerchiefs to greet the low-flying B-17s.
For many, the moment ration cases tumbled from the sky was one of profound relief and joy. Children dashed among falling crates, families gathered for their first real meal in months, and church bells were rung in spontaneous celebration. The B-17 crews, whose every previous raid brought fear, were now received as saviors.
Operation Chowhound’s Legacy: Food, Hope, and New Bonds
By the time the first Chowhound rations landed, the war in Europe was in its final days. The German surrender on May 8 made further airdrops unnecessary, but the food already delivered proved essential. Together with the British RAF’s Operation Manna, American bombers under Chowhound delivered more than 11,000 tons of food to the Netherlands, helping avert a humanitarian catastrophe.
For the Dutch, Operation Chowhound left an indelible mark. Many families can still point to tins and ration wrappers kept as sacred relics, while the stories of those days—of bombers turned angels and hope raining from the heavens—are retold every year at commemoration ceremonies.
For the crews of bombers like “Liquid-8-Or,” it was a mission unlike any other. Many veterans say the gratitude and cheers witnessed from Dutch civilians meant more than all their medals—a rare moment when the tools of war became instruments of mercy.
From Death Dealer to Lifesaver: “Liquid-8-Or” and the Power of Compassion in Conflict
The image of “Liquid-8-Or” dropping “10-in-1” ration cases over Holland stands as a reminder of war’s capacity not just for destruction, but for the redemption that springs from courage, compassion, and ingenuity. In that fleeting week of May 1945, the clamor of conflict paused just long enough for the skies over Holland to become a conduit for mercy—a stunning footnote in the history of both the B-17 Flying Fortress and the enduring bonds that can be forged in humanity’s darkest hours.
The story of Operation Chowhound, and of bombers like “Liquid-8-Or,” soars beyond mere statistics. It is the story of lifelines cast from the sky, of strangers risking all to save lives, and of hope restored with every crate that tumbled through the open bomb bay doors.