James H. Howard
A World at War
Found: The Horatius at the Oschersleben Bridge Bombers Hail One-Man Air Force
By Andrew A. Rooney
Stars and Stripes Staff Writer
A MUSTANG BASE, Jan. 18-- A lone, unidentified Mustang pilot battled 30 German fighter planes for half an hour high over central Germany last Tuesday. Fortress crewmen who cheered as they watched the U.S. fighter send plane after plane smoking to the ground have been trying ever since to find out the pilot's identity.
With his deeds buried in an over-cautious intelligence report, Fighter Command officials had to comb the records to find the man for whom bomber crews were claiming six destroyed enemy planes and countless bombers saved. With the records, they dug up possibly, the best fighter pilot story of the war.
Today the fighter pilot those men watched wage the story-book battle in their defense finally was identified.
He is Squadron Leader....
A World at WAR!
EUROPE: Germany invades Yugoslavia forcing its surrender. Nazi troops occupy Paris, Poland, Belgium, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, Romania, Czechoslovakia, as well as most of northern and central Europe.
MEDITERRANEAN: Greece, which was invaded by Italy the previous years, surrenders after the arrival of Nazi Forces. The combined German/Italian Axis have gained control of most of the region.
NORTH AFRICA: Field Marshall Erwin Rommel arrives to attack Tobruk amid Italy's efforts to control Egypt and the Suez Canal.
MIDDLE EAST: A pro-Axis government is set up in Iraq.
ASIA: Japanese Forces control Manchuria and most of eastern China, including the major ports at Shanghai and Hong Kong. After striking a deal with the Vichy French their troops also occupy French Indo-China and Thailand (Siam), giving them control of nearly all of the eastern coastline of Asia.
BRITAIN: After surviving the deadly Battle of Britain the previous year, British citizens continue to try to rebuild amid renewed Luftwaffe bombing of their Island Nation as they stand alone now, against the Nazi juggernaut.
OCEAN: German submarines (U-Boats) rule the waters from the North Sea to the eastern American coast line.
UNITED STATES: Congress passes the $50 Billion Lend-Lease Act giving President Roosevelt the power to sell, transfer, exchange, and/or lend equipment to any country to help it defend itself against the Axis powers. Meanwhile, most American's seek to distance themselves from the rest of a world at war in hopes that the United States can remain neutral.
DIEGO, CALIFORNIA: When Lieutenant Commander Wade McCluskey called together the pilots of VF-6 in the spring of 1941 the entire event was shrouded in mystery. After the aviators of the Navy's Fighting Sixth had been assembled the door was locked and every man in the room was sworn to secrecy. Moments later a distinguished gentleman in civilian attire introduced himself as Commander Rutledge Irvine, U.S. Navy (Retired).
Commander Irvine began by assuring the assembled pilots that his mission to San Diego had been approved by Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox, but that every word spoken in the clandestine meeting must be held in the utmost secrecy. What he was about to propose was not just an opportunity to participate in a highly classified mission; what was taking place behind locked doors that day might well, if it became known, create a volatile international incident that could propel the United States into the very war it had struggled for years to avoid.
For nearly a year a small number of Americans had been involved in that war after secret recruiting efforts to enlist aviators to aid the Britain's RAF and the Canadian RCAF. These young men, citizens of the United States, traded in their U.S. Army Air Corps wings to join a foreign air force in its valiant defense against the imposing German Luftwaffe. Some became part of the three legendary Eagle Squadrons, others were simply absorbed into various RAF or RCAF units. All were American airmen without sanction, voluntarily defending a foreign nation against a nearly invincible aggressor.
If the young pilots of VF-6 were aware of earlier clandestine recruitment of aviators for the Eagle Squadrons and suspected something similar was about to happen, they would have been only partially correct. Instead of speaking of the valiant battle to save Britain from Hitler's blitzkrieg in Europe, Commander Irvine focused upon an equally though lesser publicized threat to the world, the escalating spread of the Imperial Japanese empire in Asia. China had been at war with Japan for four years, during which the Chinese military had been pushed back 800 miles into the interior. With their seaports now occupied, the government under Chiang Kai-shek had been isolated and was near collapse for lack of a lifeline. The recently authorized Lend-Lease Act had been passed not only to enable the United States to provide assistance to England without violating its neutrality, but also to enable the Chinese to defend themselves against the swift and brutal advance of Japan.
"President Roosevelt," Commander Irvine told the young Navy pilots, "is intent on furnishing some kind of military assistance to China so that she can survive. I am here to offer all pilots of VF-6 who are reserve officers the opportunity to resign from your service and join a volunteer organization in the Far East to defend the Burma Road against Japanese bombing attacks."
When Irvine had finished his presentation, he handed out application forms. Many of the pilots of VF-6 wasted little time discarding them amid comments that this was a foolish, and dangerous, waste of one's military career. Others, intrigued by the potential for adventure in a foreign land or motivated by the unusually high salary of $600 - $700 per month, gave the matter more serious consideration.
Twenty-four-year-old Ensign James H. Howard of St. Louis recalled, "I couldn't have been in a better position at a better time. The nostalgia of going to China would be a strong incentive, but the overpowering reason was my yearning for adventure and action. It didn't take me long to decide to sign up."
On September 1, 1939, with an eye to expanding his burgeoning German empire, Adolph Hitler sent his troops into Poland. Two days later France and England declared war and thus, believe many historians, began World War II. It is a precept that ignores the birth of that war which began, not in Europe in 1939, but in Asia eight years earlier. In fact, World War II may have been born one full year before Adolph Hitler's rise to power in Germany.
War in Asia
By 1931 the island nation of Japan, struggling to pull itself out of a great depression that had overtaken the country in 1929, had invested heavily in the rich resources of the nearby Chinese province of Manchuria (Manchukuo). With a burgeoning population and limited territory, the Japanese army launched an imperialist conquest, seemingly the only hope for Japan's future. After seizing Manchuria in 1931, the following year Japanese forces attacked Shanghai and gained control of much of China's coastal area.
For centuries China had been its own worst enemy, struggling through internal strife and tribal warfare. Indeed, in 1900 the United States joined a large inter-national alliance in military actions to quell an uprising of the I-Ho Ch'uan, better known as The Boxers. The large Asian nation achieved some unity when Generalissimo Chiang Kai-Shek became head of the Nationalist Party in Nanjing (Nanking) in 1928. Almost immediately he became faced with a war on two fronts: continued internal strife as he ruled a loose coalition of corrupt and power-hungry Chinese warlords, and the threat of the Japanese advance.
Chiang Kai-Shek's worst nightmares for the future of China came true in 1937. Outside the walled city of Wanping stood China's oldest bridge, the Marco Polo Bridge. On July 7 the commander of Japanese forces holding the east edge of the bridge notified officials at Wanping that one of his soldiers was missing and believed to be inside the walled city. His demand to cross the bridge and enter Wanping was met by 1,000 Kuomintang (Chinese Nationalist Soldiers.) That night the Japanese shelled the city, then crossed the bridge with the dawn. It was arguably the first battle of World War II.
The incident at the Marco Polo Bridge launched Japan's all-out offensive to control China. In the months that followed that opening volley, the Emperor's soldiers breached China's Great Wall and continued to quickly seize all of northeastern China amid the bold proclamation that Japan would annex China within three months. On August 14 the air war began with an ill-fated attempt by Chinese bombers to attack the Japanese flagship Idzumo, at anchor near Shanghai. Errant bombs dropped on the city, killing more than 1,200 citizens in what became known as Bloody Saturday. Twelve Japanese bi-plane bombers responded by attacking Hangzou. The Chinese Air Force, commanded now by a former American fighter pilot, responded by shooting down eleven of them.
In the weeks that followed Japanese bombers based out of Taiwan unleashed their fury on Shanghai and Nanjing. With limited air assets, China's defense was poised precariously close to utter defeat. On August 20 Chinese ground forces fought to turn back another wave of bombing attacks when one of their anti-aircraft shells errantly fell in the harbor and struck the USS Augusta, killing one American and wounding several other sailors. They were, perhaps, the first American casualties of World War II.
The Nippon juggernaut continued in a war the United States tried, but couldn't ignore. On December 12 Japanese warplanes repeatedly attacked the USS Panay which was patrolling the Yangtze River near Nanking. Two American sailors were killed, eleven wounded, and the Panay was ordered abandoned. Even as the survivors struggled to reach the shore Japanese pilots strafed the waters and the shoreline. It might well have been the incident to propel the United States into war with Japan four years before Pearl Harbor, but most Americans though outraged, accepted Japan's apology along with the excuse that its pilots had not seen the American flag flying from the U.S. gunboat. The Japanese paid an indemnity for their mistake and the American public responded with a collective sigh of relief that war had been avoided. A Gallup Poll that followed two weeks into the new year indicated that Americans overwhelmingly (70%) favored complete withdrawal of all-American ships, Marines, missionaries, and medical missions to China.
Ignored by the rest of the world and left alone to resist Japan's continued bombardment and fierce ground attacks, Chiang Kai-Shek withdrew from Nanjing and established his Capitol at Hankow. The months that followed the December 1937 fall of Nanjing, though little remembered in the West, was one of the most tragic periods in human history. In the vicious, brutal retribution heaped upon the Chinese people in the Japanese Army's Rape of Nanking, Nippon soldiers beheaded so many men, women, and children that their arms became sore. It was estimated that from December 1938 to March 1939, 369,000 Chinese civilians and Prisoners of War were beheaded, burned, buried alive, disemboweled, or used for bayonet practice. As many as 80,000 Chinese women and girls were raped, and most of them were subsequently mutilated and then murdered. Nine months after the fall of Nanjing the advancing Japanese seized control of Hankow, and Chiang Kai-Shek withdrew even further inland, establishing the capitol at Chungking.
One American who refused to ignore the plight of the Chinese people and their embattled government in those dark days before war engulfed the rest of the world was a chisel-faced, thirty-eight-year-old, former fighter pilot. Claire Chennault had earned his wings in the post-World War I Army Air Corps and, though he had never flown combat, developed a unique ability for understanding pursuit (fighter) aviation. His propensity for pursuit over bombardment placed him at odds with conventional Air Corps doctrine in the early 1930s. His direct and often abrasive personality further alienated him from many of the developing leaders in U.S. Army aviation. His discouragement with the perceived short-sightedness of his commanders and most fellow pilots in regard to developing advanced pursuit aircraft and combat tactics, combined with a hearing loss, lead to his early retirement in 1937. Even as he was relocating his family back to his native Louisiana, in far-away China his name was being bandied about to assume command of Chiang Kai-Shek's fledgling Air Force.
Chiang Kai-Shek had seen aviation as a critical means of defense for his large nation shortly after coming to power. His foresight was reinforced when Manchuria quickly fell to Japanese aggression in 1931, and he promptly sought help from Britain to build a Chinese Air Force. With colonies of its on in India, Burma, and elsewhere in Asia and the Pacific, Britain declined to get involved for fear of antagonizing Japan. In 1932 the United States sent nine experienced pilots under retired Air Corps Colonel John Jouett in an unofficial mission to build a Chinese air force. The Japanese government responded with a diplomatic outcry. Their demands and threats directed towards Washington, D.C. sent Jouett home in 1934, but not before he and his nine American companions had fashioned from virtually nothing, a viable Chinese Air Force with 250 fighters and 350 American-trained pilots.
In the two years that followed Jouett's departure the Chinese Air Force fell into great disrepair amid lax discipline, deadly air crashes, and a mish-mash of mercenaries from various nations who had been hired to fill the leadership void left by the American airman's departure. Early in 1937, in an effort to boost morale and to demonstrate how important he felt his meager air force was, the Generalissimo appointed his popular wife, Madame Chiang Kai-Shek, to be Secretary General of the Chinese Air Force. One of her first official acts was to launch an international search for a new commander, a search which eventually led to Louisiana and an under-appreciated American fighter pilot facing early retirement.
"At midnight on April 30, 1937,'' wrote Chennault in his autobiography, "I officially retired from the U.S. Army with the rank of Captain. On the morning of May 1, I was on my way to San Francisco, China bound.''
Claire Chennault's agreement brought him to China as a civilian advisor to the Chinese Air Force (CAF), a job slated to pay him $1,000 for each of the three months he had agreed to in his service contract. What was initially little more than a good-paying three-month job would ultimately become a life-time love affair. Six-weeks into that new job Chennault was touring China's small and scattered air fields when the fighting began at the Marco Polo Bridge. Almost immediately China's air defense against the veteran Japanese Air Force became the sole responsibility of a retired American fighter pilot who couldn't speak a word of Chinese.
The job facing Chennault was an impossible one for many reasons. By 1937 China's Air Force consisted of a small and patch-work inventory including only ten Curtiss P-26 fighters, six German-built Henkle bombers, six Savoia-Marchettis, nine Martin B-10s, and about 100 Curtiss Hawk bi-plane fighters. By contrast, Japan had available in the region at least 2,000 fighters and bombers to throw against the cities of China.
Generalissimo and Madam Chiang Kai-Shek placed their confidence in Chennault and called him to Nanjing on September 1 to take command of the city's defense against continued enemy bombardment. When the Capitol city fell in December Chennault, now well beyond the term of his initial contract, remained in China to follow them to Hangkow. By the time Hangkow fell and the seat of government moved to Chungking, China had been isolated from the outside world by an enemy that controlled most of its eastern coast line, virtually all of its vital ports, nearly all of its railways, and half of its land mass.
The Burma Road
Though Japan failed to fulfill its goal of annexing China within three months following the 1937 battle at Marco Polo Bridge, by the summer of 1938 China was badly beaten, though not defeated. With its military forces over-extended and suffering from heavy casualties, Japan scaled back its ground assault at the end of 1938, content to occupy China's coast and port cities. For the land-locked government of Chiang Kai-Shek survival was a matter of time. The only route of supply into China was through Haiphong Harbor and then by rail from Hanoi to Kunming. The future of that route was tenuous at best.
The Chinese people responded in a manner that would have made their ancestors proud. Seven hundred miles from Kunming was the rail head at the border town of Lashio in the British colony of Burma. Connecting the two cities was a small trail that had served as a trade route for centuries. As early as 1937 Chiang Kai-Shek realized that if that trail could be turned into a highway, essential supplies and war materials could be shipped by other nations to the Burmese port at Rangoon, freighted to Lashio, and then transported by truck to Kunming. China lacked the equipment and technology to build such a road under the best of conditions, however. The road the Generalissimo now called on his people to construct would have to be built across the Yunnan Province, which comprised some of the highest mountains and deepest canyons in the world.
What the Chinese people lacked in equipment and technology they made up for in sheer numbers and determination. By the thousands they streamed into Yunnan Province in the summer of 1937, bringing their ancient tools to clear jungles, oxen to drag hand-hewn rock, and even their children to build a highway through canyons, along rocky escarpments, and over high mountains. Construction continued through the cold winter amid not only physical hardship but the demoralizing news that Nanjing and Shanghai had fallen to the enemy. For sixteen months more than 100,000 Chinese labored on. Thousands died, some in accidents, many more from malaria that pervaded the jungle, and others beneath the guns of attacking Japanese fighter planes.
Author Russell Whelan (The Flying Tigers) wrote: "They removed the debris of the cliff sides with handmade baskets. They smoothed the road with stone rollers which they carved out of rock and hitched to bullocks; or, lacking bullocks, to a train of their own bodies. They worked and they died at their work by the uncounted thousands, through the raw winter and the searing heat of summer, through landslides, floods, and plague. They dug two thousand culverts and built three hundred bridges, including two suspension bridges across the gorges. For seven hundred and twenty-six miles they cut a level strip from nine to twenty feet in width across the rocky face of Asia. They built the most dramatic, the most important highway, in the history of the world.
"They built the Burma road."
Their accomplishment in at last completing the Burma Road, though seldom viewed in its true capacity of dedication and endurance, was comparable to the Great Wall built by their ancestors two millenniums earlier. Viewing the Chinese people's amazing accomplishment, one American engineer remarked,
"My God, they scratched this thing out of the mountains with their finger-nails."
By 1939 a slow trickle of supplies, shipped first to Rangoon, then freighted to Lashio, were making the slow, winding trek into China via this new life-line. Though the rail line into Hanoi continued to be the principle route of supply into China, completion of the Burma Road gave the Chinese people both a sense of accomplishment and an alternative if the Indo-China pipeline ever closed.
The Japanese dared not attack the rail line in the French colony, so instead they began near-daily bombing of the road out of Burma. With continued determination, as quickly as the enemy bombers disappeared, the volunteer Chinese work force appeared out of the mountains and jungles to promptly repair their lifeline. "Let them (bombers) come," the valiant Chinese stated. "It costs the Japanese a thousand dollars every time they drop a bomb on the road. Even when they hit it, we can fill up the holes for only a few cents' worth of labor. So, if they bomb it often enough, Japan will soon be broke."
On September 1, 1939, the face of the building world-wide conflict fully emerged when Hitler invaded Poland, forcing Britain and France to declare war on Germany within 48-hours. In Washington, D.C. the Congress amended the Neutrality Act of 1935 in efforts to maintain trade with the warring parties without taking sides in the conflict. The new language of this legislation provided for the United States to trade with the warring nations only on a "cash-and-carry" basis, and prohibited U.S. vessels from combat zones. The language was designed primarily to avoid a confrontation with Germany, and ironically, did not apply to the situation in Asia--Japan had conducted its aggression towards China without ever declaring a state of war.
On June 14, 1940, Nazi troops marched into Paris and Hitler established the pro-Axis Vichy government to manage the affairs of southern France and its world-wide colonies. Almost immediately the Luftwaffe unleashed its aerial might on London in the Battle of Britain. In many ways the war in Europe mirrored the undeclared war that had been going on in Asia for years:
• In Europe, England stood alone against Germany while in Asia, China stood alone against Japan.
• Germany sought to bring England to its knees with unrelenting bombing of her cities in a campaign that killed thousands and leveled entire neighborhoods. In China, this bombardment had been underway for three years, killing thousands and destroying countless neighborhoods in the Capitol at Chungking and elsewhere.
• In England the people of the Island Nation rallied valiantly during their darkest hours under the leadership of Winston Churchill to emerge beaten but unbroken. In China the isolated government under Chiang Kai-Shek rallied the citizens to unprecedented determination to survive a daily onslaught.
In the diplomatic war of that period Japan brought pressure to bear on England to close the Burma Road leading out of their Asian colony. Fully occupied resisting one enemy, Britain dared not create a new enemy in the Far East where it had extensive holdings, and thereby open a two-front war. Ultimately, Germany's bombing of London during the Battle of Britain indirectly did what the Japanese bombings in Asia could not--and the Burma Road was ordered closed.
On September 27, 1940, Germany, Italy, and Japan united as allies in their quest for world domination when they signed the Tripartite Act. This signaled the death-knell of the last of China's two lifelines. Under pressure from Japan, French Indo-China closed the railway from Hanoi to Kunming. It was the very situation Chiang Kai-Shek had feared, the potential threat that had prompted him to order construction of the Burma Road in 1937. Chinese author/philosopher Lin Yu-Tang had noted that road's importance by stating, "The Burma Road is China's jugular vein." By the fall of 1940 Japan had effectively severed China's jugular vein, leaving an ancient civilization to slowly bleed to death.
Great Britain emerged from the devastating bombings of July - October 1940 unbroken and victorious largely because of the valor of its Royal Air Force. Winston Churchill noted the key role of these fliers in his speech to the House of Commons when he said, "Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few." By contrast, at the time the British Prime Minister bestowed such praise on his airmen, little remained in Asia of China's Air Force. The Chinese people continued to survive not because of a valiant defense, but due to a determined spirit and an early-warning system developed and refined by Claire Chennault. That rudimentary but vast and effective spider-web quickly relayed notice of enemy air missions, noting the source, direction, number and type of enemy bombers and/or fighters. It allowed the Chinese people time to seek shelter, though even that was often not enough and they died by the thousands as their cities were ravaged from above.
Meanwhile, Chiang Kai-Shek set in motion his own diplomatic corps in the United States. China had not only gained some powerful friends in Washington, D.C., but benefited from the American President's understanding of the danger posed by continued Japanese expansion in Asia and the Pacific. Franklin Roosevelt successfully convinced Winston Churchill that, despite the danger of angering Tokyo, it was in the best interest of both the United States and Great Britain to restore the flow of blood through the jugular vein of China. After three of the darkest month's in China's long history, at last the Burma Road was re-opened.
That action served however, as little more than a band-aid in the gaping wound to China's figurative neck. The now-closed railway through Hanoi had once transported an average of forty-thousand tons of supply to Kunming each month. Through the winter of 1940-41 the Burma Road's capacity for re-supply was only one-tenth of that amount. The route was harsh, winding, and perilous, even without the renewed bombardment by Japanese aircraft--bombardment the CAF lacked the planes or pilots to combat.
Claire Chennault was a man of action who, despite his great potential, was ill-adept at diplomacy and prone to alienate those who held the reins of power. (The exception to this was Generalissimo and Madame Chiang Kai-Shek, for whom he worked and with whom he shared a mutual respect and life-time friendship.) For this reason, his accomplishments in the Winter of 1940-41 may be the best illustration of his true greatness, rising above his personal character flaws to achieve through diplomacy one of the most unorthodox solutions to the life of China that might have been imagined. With the blessings of his Chinese employers he traveled to Washington, D.C. to propose a secret plan to build an air force to defend the Burma Road--an air force of American fighter planes, flown by volunteer American pilots.
Claire Chennault's plan for an American Volunteer Group (A.V.G.) required three components: Permission, Planes, and Pilots. The first of these would prove to be the most difficult amid firm opposition from Army Chief of Staff General George C. Marshall, Army Air Chief General Hap Arnold, and Rear Admiral Jack Towers, the Navy's Chief of the Bureau of Aeronautics. Chennault's plan skirted the limits of the Neutrality Act at best; it certainly denied the United States any viable claim to non-belligerence. Chinese diplomats and businessmen continued their efforts to sell the idea to America's military leaders while Chennault, determined to win the battle at home, went to work on the task of finding fighters with which to fight the war in China.
At the Curtiss-Wright Airplane Company Chennault found 100 crated but unwanted P-40Bs. The French government had ordered these for their own defense before the fall of Paris halted the sale. Desperate for any aircraft, the RAF had agreed to purchase these fighters despite the fact that they were older model fighters that were not equipped with a gun sight, bomb rack or provisions for attaching auxiliary fuel tanks to the wing or belly. Burdette Wright, vice president of Curtiss-Wright and a long-time friend of Chennault's, offered to install a new assembly line in the plant to turn out newer models P-40s for the British, if they would in turn give up their claim to the crated P-40Bs. It was an offer the British quickly accepted. When President Roosevelt signed the Lend-Lease Act on March 11, 1941, it opened the way for China to purchase these 100 fighters with four Lend-Lease loans totaling $150,000,000.
Permission came the following month when, over the objections of his military commanders, President Roosevelt embraced the unorthodox idea of sending former U.S. military pilots to defend China. Most accounts of the A.V.G. allude to an April 15 secret Executive Order issued by the President, though no evidence has since emerged that indeed such a published document existed. It is far more likely that this was an informal Presidential action, authorizing the clandestine recruitment of pilots and ground crews from the ranks of U.S. Army, Navy, and Marine Corps Aviation, each of whom would voluntarily resign from their respective branches of the U.S. Military and sign a one-year contract of service in China. The Central Aircraft Manufacturing Company (CAMCO) based in Lowing was designated as China's agent in the process of both delivery of the 100 P-40s and in recruiting 100 American pilots and 200 ground-crewman to man and maintain them. William Pawley, son of a rich American family and part-owner in CAMCO, set up an office in New York to coordinate everything from recruitment to issuing contracts.
Initially Claire Chennault personally began the recruitment effort, visiting Army air fields and Naval training stations in May and June. Similar secret efforts had been initiated the previous year by the Knight Commission in clandestine efforts to recruit American airmen for service in the RAF and RCAF, but Chennault's efforts were quite different. Service in the RAF/RCAF offered would-be airmen who had washed out of pilot training in the United States, or who had been rejected for minor medical conditions or lack of the requisite college education, a second chance to fly. Claire Chennault's A.V.G. would be facing the large and combat-experienced pilots of the Japanese air force with a meager force of 100 obsolete fighters. Chennault would accept only pilots between the ages of 22 to 28, pilots with a minimum of 2-years of U.S. Army or Navy aviation training and experience, and men who had adapted themselves to the process of military discipline and personal leadership. He wanted adventurers but not renegades; he looked for men who were in a sense soldiers of fortune, but who were motivated by more than money. (The men enlisted for service in Europe by the Knight Commission received the same salary as their RAF/RCAF counterparts. The unique nature of CAMCO's contract offered pilots of the A.V.G. a $600 - $750 per month salary, and salaries for ground crews, though less, were still considerable.)
In his spiel to prospective recruits, Claire Chennault pulled no punches, nor did he hide the details. The CAMCO contracts would list all volunteers as civilians employed to serve in China as instructors, or in Lowing's CAMCO factory in the manufacture, repair, and operation of airplanes. They would travel to China on Dutch ships under visas listing them as anything other than what they would truly were--hand-picked fighter pilots from the United States of America. He also did not hide from them the fact that they would be outnumbered, out-gunned, and facing a formidable veteran enemy air force. He talked of the plight of the Chinese people, shared the history and importance of the Burma road, and insured would-be volunteers that in helping China they would be indirectly serving in the best interests of their own country. Upon completion of an A.V.G. volunteer's contract the volunteers would be authorized under Roosevelt's secret Executive Order to return to their branch of service without loss of rank. In the event the United States entered the war, A.V.G. personnel would be entitled to terminate their contract and return to the service of their own country.
After initiating this recruitment process, Chennault went back to China in the late Spring, leaving the task of continuing the interview and selection process of experienced aviators he trusted. Thus, it was that Commander Rutledge Irvine found himself in San Diego accepting a completed application from Navy Ensign James H. Howard.
James H. Howard
James Howell Howard, Naval aviator and U.S. Army Air Force ace, was born in Canton, China, on April 8, 1913. His family came to China in 1910 on a medical mission to the Canton Christian College, which was sponsored by the University of Pennsylvania. Howard's father was a physician who, for seventeen years, served the needs of the people of China. Except for two furlough periods James Howard saw little of his own country until the family returned to the United States to settle in St. Louis in 1917. For fourteen-year-old James Howard the return home was a welcome but sometimes difficult readjustment. Because of his foreign birth he was known throughout his high school years at John Burrough's School in St. Louis as "China." His only comfort was the reassurances of his father that because his parents were American Citizens serving abroad at the time of his birth, their son was also an American Citizen. Still, the nickname continued to follow him.
During World War I while young Howard was attending classes, his father served as a medical officer to the U.S. Army Aviation Service. After finishing high school James Howard relocated to Southern California to attend Pomona College and prepare for a future that his family believed would take him in his father's footsteps in medicine. Instead, during his senior year, young Howard's thirst for adventure was stimulated during a visit to the campus but a recruiter for U.S. Naval aviation. He submitted an application, completed the physical examination, and reported to Long Beach shortly after graduating with a Bachelor of Arts degree, to begin the long process of earning his wings. Of the 140 applicants, James H. Howard was one of only fifteen that made the final cut to enter training to determine if he had the makings of a Navy pilot.
Thirty days at Long Beach introduced Navy Seaman Second Class Howard to military drill, aviation theory, aircraft mechanics, and ten hours of dual flight instruction in an OU-2 trainer. Before returning home to St. Louis to await further orders, Jim Howard successfully completed all aspects of his initial training including his first solo flight.
Just before Christmas 1937, with orders in hand, Howard reported to the Naval Training Station at Pensacola to join sixty-nine other would-be aviators in Class 109-C. In the year that followed these pilots-in-training flew every type of Naval airplane imaginable, learning to deal with every conceivable circumstance, while moving through five different levels beginning with Squadron One. It was rigorous and demanding training, and by the time James Howard got his last check up with Squadron Five in January 1939, thirty-two of his classmates washed out. Those who completed the course received a ceremonial sword and gold aviation wings. James Howard was now an Aviation Cadet, USNR (U.S. Naval Reserve), the lowest of the Navy's officer ranks.
After returning home to proudly display his uniform to his proud parents, Aviation Cadet Howard was assigned to Fighting Squadron Seven (VF-7) on the brand new air craft carrier Wasp, which was still undergoing shake-down in the Atlantic. In the interim, in March 1939, Howard was sent to San Diego to fly F4F-1 biplane fighters as part of a fighting squadron assigned to the carrier Lexington. For three months all of his flights were ground-based; he had yet to take-off or land on a carrier. In June Howard received orders to travel to Norfolk, Virginia, to join VF-7. It would turn out to be simply another step in a continuing shifting of orders that left him looking for his place in the Navy. When he arrived at Norfolk the Wasp was still at sea and Howard was assigned to the Ranger, again spending several months flying only land-based familiarization flights, this time in the F2F.
When at last the Wasp was ready the Navy discovered its roster of pilots ill-timed for rotation, and new orders were cut sending Howard to Fighting Squadron Six of the USS Enterprise, which would ultimately become legendary during World War II as the "Big E."
Shortly after James Howard arrived in San Diego the Big E cruised west to Hawaii. Howard and the other pilots who had yet to make their first carrier landing boarded the ship before it departed. The remaining pilots and planes flew in to land on her deck while the carrier was at sea. During the following four months in and around Pearl Harbor, Howard at last began a regular routine of taking off and landing on the floating air field. His fighter was a Grumman F3F-2 and was #6F12 in the squadron (pictured behind Howard in the photo above.) During four months of practice for warfare, Howard flew near-daily missions to hone his gunnery skills and dive-bombing techniques. By the time the Big E returned to San Diego he had become a proficient combat pilot.
By the time Howard had been aboard the Enterprise for nearly a year, war broke out in Europe and the United States was jockeying for a position of neutrality. Though the threat appeared to be primarily in Europe, Japanese aggression in Asia could not be ignored, and five of the United States' six air craft carriers were ultimately assigned to the Pacific theater. Throughout 1940 and early 1941 the carriers rotated out of West Coast Naval Bases to Hawaii for continued maneuvers to prepare their men for possible war. Along the way James Howard was promoted to Ensign, and upon his return to San Diego early in 1941 received a rare and high compliment from the U.S. Navy. A board of officers advised Ensign Howard that after review of his two-year record of service, the Navy was prepared to offer him a regular commission. It was an offer extended to only one other member of Fighting Squadron Six, and provided the young pilot unusual opportunity for a Naval career. Howard recalled that meeting by writing:
"I really agonized over this, for these officers had considered me superior. A 'no' answer would amount to a repudiation of their confidence in me and a denial of the importance of their careers in the Navy."
"I finally blurted out, 'Please forgive me for giving you a negative answer. I have always thought of the navy not as a career but as an adventure. I may rue this day, but at this moment I must gratefully reject this offer.'"
Howard's declining a regular commission was a timely and fateful decision. The following April when President Roosevelt authorized the American Volunteer Group, his order provided for recruitment from reserve officers and enlisted personnel of the Army, Navy, and Marine Corps. Thus, it was that in the Spring of 1941 Ensign James H. Howard found himself submitting an application to resign from the Navy and join a group of volunteer airmen in a dangerous and dramatic one-year mission to China. On June 12 his orders came through; his application had been accepted.
In a very real sense, though he was a proud and patriotic American, James Howard was going home!
Airmen in Burma
Claire Chennault personally greeted the first group of A.V.G. pilots in San Francisco as they gathered for a July 10 departure to China, to join a small group of ground personnel that had departed for Rangoon two weeks earlier. The 121 young men, including 33 pilots, came from all walks of life and from all branches of military service. Like Ensign Howard, each had resigned from their respective branches of military service in order to serve as American civilians on foreign shores. Their lot included three doctors and a dentist. Two female nurses completed that first major group of CAMCO employees.
"The President has assured us that, as long as we fight for a country that professes democratic faith, your citizenship will remain intact," Chennault advised his volunteers. "You will be officially part of the Chinese military so you won't be classified as a war criminal if you are captured."
On July 10 the Dutch steamer Jagersfontein departed San Francisco en route to Burma by way of Pearl Harbor and Singapore. The 123 A.V.G. passengers carried passports listing them as missionaries, farmers, salesmen, students, acrobats--anything but what they truly were--adventurers embarking on one of the most unusual military missions in American history. Though Chennault had told them all "this mission is considered secret," he had further noted "it won't be secret for long." It wasn't! Even as the steamer passed beneath the Golden Gate Bridge Radio Tokyo announced that the Jagersfontein would be sunk before it ever reached the Far East. The pseudo-secrecy and manipulation of the status of these American citizens was actually little more than a routine of political expediency. Since Japan had never declared war on China, despite waging years of combat against the Chinese people, the arrival of these American civilians did not violate any sense of neutrality in the ongoing conflict.
In spite of Radio Tokyo's threat, the Jagersfontein reached Rangoon safely, where the volunteers boarded an aging train for the seven-hour journey of 160 miles into central Burma. There, seven miles beyond the town of Toungoo, the A.V.G. set up shop at the Kyedaw Airdrome that had been constructed by the R.A.F. but never used. "This is the stink hole of the world," proclaimed one of the now-veteran members of the ground crew that had arrived two weeks earlier. Jeered another, "Your barracks have no screening. All the bugs of Asia are here to greet you. There's no hot water and the latrines are out in the boondocks, where you have to step over snakes along the way." About the only thing in short supply at Kyedaw Airdrome was airplanes--only two of the promised 100 aircraft had been assembled at Rangoon and flown to the muddy airfield.
The new arrivals were divided into three squadrons by their temporary commander, retired Army Air Corps Captain Boatner Carney. Bob Sandell was appointed squadron commander for the First Pursuit Squadron, Jack Newkirk commanded the Second, and Arvid Olson the third. The appointments were hastily made in a desperate attempt to establish order in the ranks, placing James Howard in the Second Squadron under the command of a fellow Navy pilot who was his junior. Howard masked his disappointment at being passed over and welcomed Newkirk's decision to make him his deputy. In the months that followed the three squadrons would develop their own identities, along with distinctive squadron insignia.
When Claire Chennault flew into Toungoo to begin building these three squadrons into an air force he found himself facing a nearly impossible task. Ten men greeted him with resignations as quickly as he arrived and others were seriously doubting the wisdom of their decision to join the A.V.G. despite the high pay and the promise of a five-hundred-dollar bonus for every enemy airplane destroyed. "The recruiting was done fairly with an appeal to patriotism and adventure," Chennault reminded his remaining pilots and ground crews. "If your hearts and minds are not in the proper place, we have no place for slackers."
The following day the training regimen began for those who stayed on. Every pilot who arrived before September 15 received seventy-two hours of lecture that ranged from history to tactics. "I gave the pilots a lesson in the geography of Asia that they all needed badly, told them something of the war in China, and how the Chinese air-raid warning net worked," Chennault recalled.
"I taught them all I knew about the Japanese. Day after day there were lectures from my notebooks, filled during the previous four years of combat. All of the bitter experience from Nanking to Chunking was poured out in those lectures. Captured Japanese flying and staff manuals, translated into English by the Chinese, served as textbooks. From these manuals the American pilots learned more about Japanese tactics than any single Japanese pilot ever knew." (Chennault)
As additional P-40s were assembled and flown into Toungoo each pilot also began sixty hours of flight training. The flight practice was sorely needed, as was evidenced by numerous minor accidents that sent several damaged aircraft up to the CAMCO factory at Lowing, China, for repairs. A mid-air collision on September 8 destroyed two fighters and caused the death of the first A.V.G. pilot, John Armstrong. Two weeks later two more pilots died in training accidents.
Additional volunteers continued to arrive in September and October but training accidents continued to deplete the inventory of flyable fighters as quickly as resignations depleted the ranks of the A.V.G. personnel. Ten former Navy pilots arrived at Toungoo on October 29 and as quickly as they arrived, two of them resigned. Chennault noted that of the remainder, "None has the sort of experience we want." One of the eight who stayed subsequently cracked up three fighters in his first week and damaged two others. It was said that he later painted five American flags on his aircraft and proclaimed himself a Japanese Ace.
On November 7 Chennault fired off a nasty letter to CAMCO stating:
I request... that in future a more intelligent employment policy be followed.
In telling the A.V.G. story to pilots who may think of volunteering, nothing should be omitted. Far from merely defending the Burma road against unaccompanied Japanese bombers, the A.V.G. will be called upon to combat Japanese pursuits; to fly at night; and to undertake offensive missions when planes suitable for this purpose are sent out to us. These points should be clearly explained.
Then, after the timid have been weeded out, the incompetents should also be rejected. I am willing to give a certain amount of transition training to new pilots, but we are not equipped to give a complete refresh course. It is too much to expect that men familiar only with four-engine flying boats can be transformed into pursuit experts overnight. No volunteer should be accepted in any category whose record does not show sufficient experience in that category to limit the transition training to teaching the peculiarities of a new plane.
Let me repeat, much money and much irreplaceable equipment has already been wasted, the A.V.G.'s combat efficient seriously lowered, by the employment policy that has been followed. I am aware that this policy makes it far easier to fill the employment quotas. But I prefer to have the employment quotas partly unfilled, than to receive pilots hired on the principle of "Come one, come all."
That letter would prove to be unnecessary. Though recruitment had been planned for a second A.V.G. the following year, world events halted the program. The last group of twenty-six pilots assigned to the First A.V.G., including Greg Pappy Boyington who would later earn the Medal of Honor as a Marine Corps ace, arrived on November 12 to begin training. By the end of the month Chennault had 82 pilots, some of whom had not yet checked out in the Tomahawk. Of his seventy-nine P-40 fighter aircraft, seventeen were out of commission and two more had yet to be fitted with radios and guns. The A.V.G. was quite unprepared for war when, seven days later, the war came to them.
December 8, 1941
Less than one hour had passed in a new day at Toungoo when World War II at last forced itself on the United States of America. On the other side of the International Date Line it was 7:55 a.m. on Sunday, December 7, when more than 300 Japanese carrier-launched aircraft unleashed unprecedented fury on Pearl Harbor. It was the kind of deadly aerial assault Japanese pilots had practiced to perfection for four years on the cities of China. By the time a telegram with news of the attack in Hawaii reached Chennault at dawn, the U.S. Pacific fleet lay in ruins and more than half of the 230 Army Air Force fighters and bombers based in Hawaii had been destroyed or damaged.
Before Chennault could call a meeting of his staff and squadron commanders, Japanese twin-engine bombers had destroyed eight of a dozen new Marine Corps Wild Cats on the ground at Wake Island. As Chennault briefed his squadron commanders the news continued to come in of more attacks. That news was all bad! Within hours of the sneak attack at Pearl Harbor Japanese forces followed with simultaneous assaults on Guam, Thailand, Malaya, Shanghai, Peking, Hong Kong, and Singapore. By the time Chennault's briefing concluded, the last remnants of American air power in the Pacific lay in ruins at Clark Field in the Philippines.
For the men of the A.V.G. those first forty-eight hours were gut-wrenching. Several A.V.G. pilots including James Howard had come from the Navy, had flown out of Pearl Harbor, and had friends still serving there. Many of them were torn between a desire to return home quickly to rejoin their comrades in defense of their own nation, amid the realization that as members of the A.V.G. in Burma they were probably the only American airmen remaining in a position to avenge the "Day of Infamy." Just how critical their position was becoming abundantly clearer with each passing hour.
Within 48 hours of the attack at Pearl Harbor Guam had fallen, British forces were forced to retreat in Malaya, and the British ships Prince of Wales and Repulse were sunk in a twenty-minute bombardment by twenty-seven Japanese airplanes. More than 800 British sailors were killed in that attack which left the Pacific waters nearly defenseless.
On December 9 China declared war on Japan. On that same day Thailand capitulated, opening the way for Japanese ground forces to launch an invasion of neighboring Burma.
On December 10 the first Japanese ground forces began landing on the north side of Luzon in the Philippine Islands, forcing Philippine Scouts and their American allies backward for a valiant but futile defense on the Bataan Peninsula.
On December 12 Japanese infantry and artillery began their invasion of Burma, streaming across the Thai border. When British forces were forced the following day to withdraw from the mainland to Hong Kong Island, the only opposition remaining in the Pacific was a beleaguered Marine force at Wake Island, a few valiant Canadian soldiers still struggling to hold Hong Kong Island, a vastly outnumbered British garrison at Singapore, a determined but doomed Philippine resistance on Bataan, a small R.A.F. squadron with thirty-six outdated Brewster Buffalos at Rangoon....and Claire Chennault's small A.V.G. air force at Toungoo.
As the Japanese continued their invincible assault on Asia and the Pacific, in Burma Claire Chennault went into action. He sent his third squadron of Hell's Angels to Mingaladon Airdrome near Rangoon to support the meager R.A.F. forces in their mission of protecting the important port city. His ground crews, numbering slightly nearly 200 volunteers, began the long trek across the Burma Road to the A.V.G.'s new base at Kunming, China.
On December 18 the First and Second Squadron pilots flew their P-40s to Kunming, eager to settle into the more modern facilities of what was to be their main base of operations. The sight that greeted them was not what they had anticipated. Claire Chennault had long lectured his men about the war that had raged in China for years and the disastrous toll it had taken on a proud people of an ancient empire. He had spoken of his intelligence network that gave advanced warning of incoming Jap bombers and the cries of "jing bao" that echoed through the cities to hasten innocent civilians to shelter before the enemy appeared, unmolested, to rain death on men, women, and children too slow to escape. The American pilots knew such tragedy had stalked China for years, but before their arrival at Kunming such tales were merely second-hand accounts of the savagery of the Japanese air force.
On December 18 when Chennault's pilots at last arrived in China itself, they came face to face with the reality of war. The enemy had struck the day before, killing more than 400 civilians with their deadly bombs. When the First and Second Squadrons arrived at Kunming it was to find the streets still littered with the body parts of women and children, struck down by unchallenged enemy bombers. Author Russell Whelan notes:
"To the men of the A.V.G. it was astounding and infuriating. Every last one of them was glad, then, that he had come do something about such evils as this."
Two days later the Japanese returned with ten unescorted bombers. For the vaunted Nippon air warrior such missions were routine; for four years there had been no air force in China to challenge them, no opposing airmen to dissuade them from their deadly forays, and no warriors of the air to protect the hapless civilians in the cities below. On December 20, after two weeks of unprecedented conquest in Asia and the Pacific, the invincibility of the veteran Japanese air force evaporated in the face of a few American pilots flying their first combat mission.
In a matter of minutes nine of the ten enemy bombers fell to fire from outdated P-40s flown by American civilians. Only one P-40 was lost in the A.V.G.'s baptism of fire. After shooting down one bomber Ed Rector had been so determined to make sure none escaped that he had chased the sole survivor until his own airplane ran out of gas and he had to make an emergency wheel's up landing. The following morning, he phoned in from a nearby city that he had survived and was returning to base.
James Howard was disappointed to have missed most of the action. His assignment during that first air battle that had sent First Squadron and part of the Second to meet the incoming enemy bombers, had been to circle the field at Kunming to intercept any bombers that got past the attacking P-40s. None did! In fact, as soon as Claire Chennault's pilots had attacked the inbound bombers, the Japanese pilots jettisoned their load and ran for home. Only one had escaped successfully. More importantly, the people of Kunming had been spared tragedy for the first time in years. The outpouring of their gratitude was prompt and sincere.
Young A.V.G. pilots who one day earlier had been seen only as soldiers of fortune or mercenaries in a foreign land became instant heroes. Russell Whelan recounts, "The grapevine had carried the news of their victory into every shop and home, and as they walked through the streets the Chinese greeted them with wide smiles and cheering calls. The kids of Kunming followed them in jubilant parades, the bolder among them yelling the words 'Fei Hu' (the Chinese for 'Flying Tiger') over and over again to direct the attention of their elders to the heroes.
"Word of the aerial victory over the Japanese spread quickly through the province of Yunnan, luring people of the hills to the city to see these brave strangers from beyond the seas and their marvelous wagons that traveled through the sky."
Claire Chennault, mindful of his one pilot who had been forced to make an emergency landing in that first encounter and then work his way through the countryside to return to Kunming, had the words: "I am an aviator fighting for China against the Japanese--Please take me to the nearest communication agency" sewn in Chinese on the back of his pilots' shirts and jackets. In the months that followed as the A.V.G. pilots continued to defend the Chinese from the air, the populace on the ground responded with cheers, thanksgiving, and critical assistance to downed pilots--often at great personal risk.
A respite came at last to Kunming. Following the Nippon disaster in their first encounter with the city's newly arrived Fei Hu, they never again attempted to bomb the city that was now well-protected by American Flying Tigers.
The winged tiger that became the symbol of Claire Chennault's Flying Tigers was a development that came only after the A.V.G. had been in combat for months and captivated the imagination of the media and public back home. At the request of the China Defense Supplies in Washington, D.C., Walt Disney's artists in Hollywood developed the logo of a winged tiger flying through a "V" for victory, which was soon painted on all aircraft of the A.V.G.
Long before the tiger however, it was the shark that symbolized the aggressive resolve of the A.V.G. The origin of the distinctive white shark's teeth is somewhat vague in the legend of the A.V.G. Some accounts attribute the idea to Eric Shilling, a former Army pilot who noted that the Japanese, as an island people of fishing fleets, "entertained a wholesale fear of sharks," prompting the nose design as an A.V.G. strike at Japanese superstition.
In his autobiography James Howard recounts that: "One day Bert Christman had shown me a picture of a P-40 on the cover of the British newspaper India Illustrated weekly. The plane was being operated by the British from an airfield in North Africa. its nose had been painted with the head of a shark, its sharp teeth glistening from a wide-open mouth. It was a natural. The air scoop behind the propeller made a perfect outline for a shark's head. It was adopted immediately by the three squadrons and painted on all of our planes. Some men even thought that this ferocious image would help to scare the superstitious Japanese pilots and make them turn for home." In fact, the fearsome shark nose had been used by German pilots even before the R.A.F. painted teeth on their P-40s in the Libyan Desert.
Decades later some historians link the tiger to Claire Chennault's alma matter, the Fighting Tigers of L.S.U. For his own part Chennault later wrote: "How the term Flying Tiger was derived from the shark-nosed P-40s I never will know. At any rate, we were somewhat surprised to find ourselves billed under that name."
Whatever the origin, the unique design that has since been copied by succeeding generations of airmen including helicopter pilots during the Vietnam War, became famous because the men of World War II's A.V.G. lived up to the ferocity of the face painted on the noses of their aging Tomahawks.
The Flying Tigers' first victory on December 20 marked a turning point for the citizens of Kunming who had endured four years of suffering at the hands of Japanese bomber pilots. On the larger scale of events however, it paled beneath a continuing barrage of bad news for the American public. For two weeks the only ray of hope in a war that seemed lost even before the United States could mount a response had rested with 400 beleaguered Marines at Wake Island. Even that dim glow of optimism was snuffed out on December 23 when the Japanese at last successfully invaded the island and the defenders of Wake were killed or captured.
News of the tragedy at Wake was further compounded for the men of the A.V.G. with the arrival of news that three new Curtiss Wright Type 21 interceptors, after being refueled at Lashio, had been lost that same day in the jungles while en route to supplement the A.V.G. inventory at Kunming. Faulty fuel, not the Japanese, was to blame for the crash that killed Tiger pilot Lacey Mangleburg, and forced his two comrades to pancake their own airplanes into a mountain side. If the Flying Tigers were indeed the last hope for any good news on the war front, the untested airmen were faced with not only a daunting enemy, but also a diminishing supply of men and machines to face off against an armada that outnumbered them one-hundred to one.
At Rangoon Arvid Olson's Hell's Angels had heard reports of the first Tiger victory three days earlier at Kunming, and eagerly awaited the Japanese assault on Burma that all knew was imminent. Their anticipation was not shared by the half-million residents of Rangoon, all of whom were well aware of the fact that nothing yet had stopped the Japanese onslaught, and all of whom realized that Tokyo had painted a large bull’s eye on the important port city. All that existed to rise to Rangoon's defense were about fifty British, Australian, and New Zealand pilots of the R.A.F. with their 36 antiquated fighters, and twenty-five untested Americans with less than two-dozen Tomahawks.
Air raid sirens sounded throughout Rangoon early on the morning of December 23 sending the residents scattering for shelter from an enemy that never materialized. It was obvious that the fear that had spread throughout the city in the preceding 24 hours had made the civilian spotters overly nervous. After a second false alarm a short time later the dock laborers tried to push aside their feelings of impending doom to go to work. The sirens sounded again an hour before noon, but this time they went largely ignored until a formation of eighteen enemy bombers appeared above the harbor to rain a torrent of bombs on the docks below.
Beyond the city at Mingaladon airdrome there had been no warning of the incoming enemy bombers. Only the sound of the explosions in the distance and rising columns of smoke from the harbor signaled the moment the Hell's Angels had been anticipating. By the time a dozen Tigers and fifteen R.A.F. fighters were airborne, the first wave of enemy bombers had done their work and turned for home leaving disaster behind. Climbing to 20,000 feet the two dozen Allied defenders were just in time to see a second wave numbering thirty bombers coming in for the coup de grace, escorted by twenty Jap fighters.
The Hell's Angels left the fighters to the R.A.F. and dove to intercept the bombers. Henry Hank Gilbert dove on two bombers at once, firing as he passed between them until his own fighter was hit by cannon fire and plunged earthward. He was the first Flying Tiger killed in action. Nearby his comrades, though vastly outnumbered, dove with abandon on the enemy force. Charles Older, who would become a double-ace with the A.V.G., got his first kill. As his victim's airplane erupted in the sky the explosion and falling debris struck nearby Tiger pilot Neil Martin, sending his Tomahawk plummeting earthward.
The battle was brief and bitterly fought. Paul Greene poured deadly fire into a Nakamima bomber when two enemy fighters jumped him from behind. Forced to bail out, the two Jap fighters did their best to riddle both man and parachute as they followed him nearly to the ground, but somehow Greene survived. In the battle for Rangoon the Tigers lost three airplanes and two pilots, their first combat casualties. The R.A.F. lost five planes, and virtually all of the surviving aircraft returned to Mingaladon riddled with enemy bullets. The Hell's Angels had been bloodied, had even claimed six enemy bombers and four fighters to slightly outscore the opposition. But knowing that the enemy had nearly a thousand airplanes to continue to throw against fewer than 100 Flying Tigers, the young Americans knew they would have to do better.
Because of the lack of advance warning from the R.A.F., too many enemy bombers had reached the docks at Rangoon to wreak havoc. Fires raged across the harbor and 300 dock workers had been killed in one direct hit on a warehouse. More than a thousand workers, while running for shelter through a poor tenement district, had been shredded by a direct hit from above, and hundreds of civilians had fallen victim to machine-gun fire as enemy pursuit ships strafed a shopping square. The only thing more deadly than the indiscriminate fire of Jap bombers and fighters was the terror that now gripped the city. War had at last reached out to savage the people of Burma, and tens of thousands of immigrant workers from India began fleeing for home. The important supply line inland from Rangoon had, in one deadly attack, been nearly paralyzed.
The enemy did not return on December 24, a day of mourning in Rangoon where fires continued to burn and heartbroken citizens bent to the task of mourning their dead. At Mingaladon the Hell's Angels mourned their own losses while the ground crews hurriedly patched holes in the damaged Tomahawks and the pilots reviewed their failed tactics and planned for the rematch all knew was imminent.
Christmas morning brought more discouraging news as Radio Tokyo bragged of its continuing conquests. In a supreme example of the Emperor's faith in the invincibility of his aerial armada, the broadcaster even bragged to the world that Rangoon could expect "a bundle of Christmas presents shortly."
The Tigers at Mingaladon knew the enemy was coming and, despite the one-day reprieve, sensed that this Christmas Day was the day they would be back. When no alarm sounded throughout the morning, and having lost faith in the R.A.F.'s early warning system, at 9 a.m. Arvid Olson sent three pilots up to fly reconnaissance. Half-an-hour later George McMillan was stunned by the size of the aerial armada he saw approaching from sixty miles out. He radioed Mingaladon just as the R.A.F. sounded the alarm. Three more Tigers quickly took off to reinforce McMillan, to be joined later by seven other P-40s. Facing these thirteen determined young men was a force of sixty enemy bombers, escorted by twenty fighters.
Ten miles out the enemy wave split with nearly half of the force turning to bomb Mingaladon, while the remainder zeroed in on what remained of the docks and warehouses of Rangoon. In moments the Tigers were diving on the bombers headed for the harbor, five of the big enemy planes falling in flames in the opening rush. As Nippon fighters moved in to challenge the Tigers, Chennault's pilots remembered the lessons drilled into them in the preceding months. In a dogfight the Japanese fighters could outmaneuver the P-40, and the A.V.G. pilots had been warned to avoid the strong desire to engage man-on-man. Instead, they had been instructed to utilize the P-40's two advantages over the enemy airplanes, diving speed and heavy fire power. On Christmas Day as the veteran air force of the Empire of Japan flew towards Rangoon in their classic formation, the Flying Tigers refused to rise to the bait. They dove and fired, enemy bombers falling right and left with each pass, and then turned their tails to the Jap fighters to out climb the enemy pursuit and then line up to dive again.
At Mingaladon the R.A.F. paid dearly to protect the airfield; nine Brewster-Buffalos were destroyed and six pilots killed. Their effort had however, kept the enemy from dropping a single bomb on the aerodrome and claimed eight of the thirty bombers that had split from the main formation to try and wipe out the only remaining threat to Japan's supremacy in the air over Asia. One Jap bomber made a suicidal attempt to crash into the Mingaladon headquarters but missed his target, while the remaining twenty-one bombers jettisoned their loads over the jungle and turned for home.
In the streets of Rangoon, the terrified citizens witnessed an incredible turn of events as Arvid Olson's pilots turned the Emperor's anticipated Christmas Day destruction of the city into a rout. Olson later telegraphed Chennault that it had been "Like shooting ducks!" Nippon bombers and fighters fell all across the jungle beyond the city as two Flying Tigers each racked up an amazing four kills within minutes of each other. Quickly the demolished enemy formation was scattered and fleeing for home with shark-nosed P-40s in hot pursuit.
The enemy's planned Christmas surprise for the day was a second wave of twenty bombers and eight fighters, arriving late to perform what they anticipated would be a simple mop-up after a glorious victory by the first wave. Olson's Tigers abandoned their pursuit of those already vanquished, and turned to meet this new threat. Now too low to dive, the shark-nosed P-40s resorted to an unorthodox upper-cut, flashing in low and beneath the enemy with guns blazing to rip them apart. Robert Smith destroyed one enemy at so close a range that disintegrating metal from the Nakajima's motor were embedded in his Tomahawk. Ed Overend, after claiming two victories, was forced to break off with more than 100 bullet holes in his own airplane. Parker Dupouy found himself under attack by two enemy planes and flamed one before his guns jammed. Diving towards the remaining fighter he determinedly and intentionally passed close enough for the dueling wings to impact. The fragile Japanese airplane broke apart, while the sturdier P-40 turned for home with four feet of the right wing missing.
Eleven of the thirteen Tomahawks that had risen to engage more than seventy-five enemy returned to Mingaladon when the thrashing was over. Ed Overend and George McMillan returned to Mingaladon the following day after making emergency landings in the jungles.
"Final accounts of the victories varied widely. Officially credited to the A.V.G. were thirteen Jap bombers and ten fighters, a total of twenty-three planes. Leland Stowe, the American war correspondent who flew to Rangoon immediately after news of the astounding Jap defeat reached the outside world, reported that the Tigers had brought down at least twenty-eight planes. The Tigers estimated six additional victories over the Gulf of Martaban, where the Japs had sunk without evidence. In any case, it was established beyond doubt that of the one hundred and eight Japanese planes participating in the two Christmas Day raids, the Tigers with R.A.F. help, had knocked out at least thirty-six, or thirty-three per cent. In addition, the Japs had lost not less than ninety-two pilots and bomber crewmen, as compared with only five deaths for the R.A.F. and none for the A.V.G." (Whelan)
Japan's inability to understand what had happened to their invincible air force on Christmas Day 1941, was quickly evidenced by Radio Tokyo's announcement that night. Reporting on the battle, it was reported that thirty Anglo-American airplanes had been shot down and that Rangoon was now defenseless. At the same time the announcer contradicted himself by stating, "We warn the American aviators at Rangoon that they must cease their unorthodox tactics immediately, or they will be treated as guerrillas and shown no mercy whatsoever."
Hell's Angels felt that they could have been paid no higher compliment!
It was two days before Japanese airplanes dared approach Rangoon again. On December 28 the Hell's Angels claimed eight more victories but the combat action left them with only ten, barely-flyable Tomahawks. On December 29 the men who had given their homeland the first ray of hope in a three-week-old war flew to Kunming for some well-earned rest and repairs to their fighters. They were replaced at Rangoon by Jack Newkirk and his Second Squadron. "I was overjoyed," recalled James Howard.
"The Panda Bears were clearly frustrated--we had missed the opportunity to meet the enemy. Our eagerness for combat was most compelling.... When we arrived at Mingaladon Airdrome we parked our seventeen P-40s at the end of the east-west runway, loaded down with fuel and ammunition and ready to go in case of additional bombing attacks."
To the chagrin of the Panda Bears, now eclipsed by the heroic David vs. Goliath defense of Rangoon by Hell's Angels that had turned the Flying Tigers into international heroes, the Japanese were doing their best to stay away from the shark-nosed fighters at Mingaladon. Three days into the new year with no sign of the enemy and the only excitement having been two false alarms, Jack Newkirk announced, "Let's take the war to the enemy."
Minutes later when Newkirk, Howard, Bert Christman and David Tex Hill took off to head east it marked what may well have been the first American offensive action of World War II. Since Pearl Harbor every battle had been a defensive one, all of them valiant but futile efforts to turn back the encroaching tidal wave of Japanese aggression. On January 3, 1942, four intrepid American civilian pilots turned the gleaming white teeth of their Tomahawks towards the Japanese aerodrome at Tak, Thailand.
As the four fighters passed over the Gulf of Martaban, beneath whose waters now rested the hulks of uncounted Japanese fighters and bombers felled by Hell's Angels in the preceding week, engine problems forced Bert Christman to break off and return to Mingaladon. Newkirk, Howard, and Hill continued on alone, hugging the deck of the Burmese coastal plain to avoid Japanese radar. Their timing was perfect; the Tak aerodrome coming into view in the distance just as the first rays of dawn spread across the countryside. With throttles wide open the three invaders swooped in trail to strike the enemy on its own turf, even as dozens of Nakajima fighters were circling to take off. "They were getting ready," Howard recalled.
"Apparently we had caught them as they were forming up to hit Rangoon again. There were only three of us, but we had the advantage of speed and surprise."
Newkirk came in at the lead, scoring the first of two fighters he netted that day when he blasted a circling Nippon fighter near the edge of the airstrip. Behind him came James Howard, lining up on a fighter on the ground that was taxiing for takeoff and destroying it with a five-second burst. It was his own first victory. Intent on the action below, Howard failed to see the enemy fighter that slipped in on his tail during that first pass. Fortunately, Tex Hill, who would go on to become the A.V.G.'s second leading ace, dove in to destroy the attacker and claim his own first victory. Then James Howard's aerial career almost came to a premature--and fatal--conclusion.
"I pulled up sharply for another run at the targets below," Howard recalled. "I roared down the line of idling aircraft with my thumb on the firing button all the way. The machine guns left a wonderful line of destruction the length of that array of fighters. I hauled back on the stick for the getaway.
"Nothing doing! As the nose came up, a dull thump shook my fighter. With mine the only plane strafing ground targets that day, every Japanese gun on the field was pointed right at me on the second pass. Smoke poured from the cowling and the screaming Allison went dead. My prop idled down until it was just a windmill. I had been hit by ground fire.
"In the distance I could see the two specks that were Newkirk and Hill racing for home. I was alone and going down over a wide-awake enemy airfield. I yelled my predicament into the radio.
"I was too low to bail out, so I whipped my P-40 around and aimed for a wheels-up crash landing. I rolled back my canopy and tried to protect my descent so that I would wind up at the far end of the field near the woods. If it worked out, I could make a run for it into the trees.
"My hand was on the flap control when the Allison gave a tentative cough.
"I advanced the throttle a notch. She caught again! Come On! More gratifying noise up front. the engine picked up more momentum and the prop started spinning faster. I looked down at the airspeed...ninety--barely above stall!
"As I skimmed over the field, I lifted the nose and the plane responded by gathering more speed. I closed my canopy but as I did, I realized that I wasn't out of the woods yet!
"Nakajimas appeared on either side of me. We flew straight and level for what seemed endless moments. then it dawned on me that they hadn't even noticed me or my predicament. the Japanese pilots apparently had their gaze fixed on the ground, engrossed in the confusion and disaster that had befallen their fellow pilots.
"My engine was not operating at full power so I applied maximum throttle and soon left my 'escort' behind."
Roar of the Tiger
by James H. Howard
James Howard received CAMCO bonus payment for four fighters destroyed on the ground at Tak. Not until January 19 did, he gets another victory, though during that period the Panda Bears continued to run up a score of victories equal to those scored earlier by the Hell's Angels. Howard shared the January 19 destruction of an enemy recon plane with two other pilots, bringing his total to 4.33. (Often, in the ferocity of the battles waged by outnumbered Flying Tigers in a sky literally filled with enemy aircraft, it was difficult to determine whom to credit with a verifiable kill. CAMCO bonus payments were sometimes split between as many as six different pilots.)
On that same day the Japanese 15th Army, supported by the 10th Air Brigade, attacked out of Thailand in a major offensive to drive the British forces out of Burma. With three airfields at Victoria Point, Tavoy, and Mergui, they were able to fly fighter escorts for bombers attacking Rangoon, and the air war reached new levels of intensity. On January 20 Newkirk shot down two enemy planes, his first victories since the mission to Tak with Howard and Hill. On January 23 Newkirk became the Panda Bear's first ace with three more victories, while Tex hill claimed his second and third in a battle in which the Tigers destroyed twenty-one of seventy-two attacking Jap planes. The following day Hill claimed two more to join the ranks of A.V.G. aces, and Howard claimed his own fifth when he downed an enemy fighter. It was Howard's first air-to-air victory.
Until Rangoon finally fell on March 8 the Flying Tigers built a record of achievement unmatched by any air force in history. "The cold statistics for the 10 weeks the A.V.G. served at Rangoon show its strength varied between twenty and five serviceable P-40's. This tiny force met a total of a thousand-odd Japanese aircraft over Southern Burma and Thailand. In 31 encounters they destroyed 217 enemy planes and probably destroyed 43. Our losses in combat were four pilots killed in the air, one killed while strafing and one taken prisoner. Sixteen P-40's were destroyed." (Chennault)
When the last demolitions squad departed Rangoon in the face of the advancing Japanese Army, they fell back under the protective cover of five Flying Tigers--the last of the Allies to leave. After the fall of Rangoon the A.V.G. continued to wage war in a fashion that captivated the American public and gave hope during the darkest days of the war. Noting the success of the craggy-faced commander of the Flying Tigers, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill noted: "God Almighty, I'm glad he's on our side."
It was the newly arrived U.S. Army Air Force however, that took steps to ensure that Chennault and his men were on their side. On March 29 Chennault was summoned to Chungking for a conference to decide the fate of the A.V.G. Present at the conference were Chiang Kai-shek; his wife, Madame Chiang; Lt. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell, commander of U.S. forces in China; and Clayton Bissell, whom air chief General Hap Arnold had tapped to command Stilwell's air assets.
Chennault vigorously resisted all efforts to absorb the A.V.G. into the U.S. Army Air Force prior to the July 4 expiration of their CAMCO contracts. Chennault did agree to personally return to duty in the U.S.A.A.F., and was promoted from his retired rank of captain to brigadier general on April 23 in order assume responsibility for the building and command of the China Air Task Force (CATF). He refused however, to barter on the loyalty of his Flying Tigers, insisting that any decision to transfer from the A.V.G. to the U.S.A.A.F. upon expiration of their contracts would be their own.
Chennault did, at Colonel Bissell's request, schedule a meeting so that he could offer the pilots and ground crews of the A.V.G. the opportunity to be absorbed into the U.S. air effort in Indo-China. The meeting did not sit well with most of the men. A large number of volunteers had come to the A.V.G. from the Navy and Marine Corps, and many of these men felt that they would prefer, if returning to U.S. service, to return to their respective branches. Noting opposition to the proposal Bissell advised the men that "for any of you who don't want to join the Army, I can guarantee to have your draft boards waiting for you when you step down a gangplank on U.S. soil." It was an ill-fated remark. Men who for months had taken pride in the unorthodox nature of their operations, and who refused to be intimidated by the threat of annihilation by the invincible Japanese air force, took offense at this thinly-veiled attempt at intimidation by Colonel Bissell.
Late in April Radio Tokyo announced:
"The entire Japanese nation congratulates our airmen on the destruction of the overwhelmingly superior numerical force of the American Volunteer Group. Our heroic warhawks have destroyed two thousand A.V.G. planes. We have cleaned the sky of American, British, and Chinese military aviation."
In fact, at no time during seven months of warfare did Claire Chennault's valiant air force have more than fifty-five flyable aircraft at one time. But to the previously unbeaten Japanese air force which found itself soundly defeated in every engagement with the Flying Tigers, those pitifully few daring P-40 pilots must have seemed like thousands. After the Burma campaign ended with the capture and occupation by the Japanese, the A.V.G. continued its fight against the Japs, first in Western China and then in Eastern China. Under their protection, not once in May or June did the Japanese launch a raid against China's provisional capitol at Chungking, a city that had been subject to repeated bombardment since 1937. Their intrepid commander noted:
"The group had whipped the Japanese Air Force in more than 50 air battles without a single defeat. With the R.A.F. it had kept the port of Rangoon and the Burma Road open for 2 1/2 precious months while supplies trickled into China. With less than one-third of its combat strength it saved China from final collapse on the Salween. Its reputation alone was sufficient to keep Japanese bombers away from Chunking. It freed the cities of East China from years of terror bombing and finally gave both Chinese and American morale an incalculable boost at a time when it was sagging dangerously low. All this cost the Chinese $8,000,000 - about $3,000,000 in salaries and personnel expenses and $5,000,000 for planes and equipment. After the final accounting was made, I wrote Dr. Soong my regrets that expenses had exceeded my original estimates.
"He replied, 'The A.V.G. was the soundest investment China ever made. I am ashamed that you should even consider the cost'." (Chennault)
During the period from first blood on December 20, 1941, until expiration of the volunteers' CAMCO contracts at midnight on July 4, 1942, the Flying Tigers destroyed 297 enemy air craft, with 300 additional fighters and bombers listed as probable but unverified. Eight Flying Tiger pilots were killed in action, two pilots and one crew chief were killed on the ground by enemy bombs, and four pilots were missing in action. Against these losses it was estimated that the Tigers accounted for the loss of more than fifteen hundred enemy pilots, navigators, gunners, and bombardiers.
In the waning months as Chennault prepared for the disbandment of the A.V.G. and the building of the CATF, James Howard found himself flying less and operating more and more as Chennault's administrative right hand. Those months provided invaluable lessons in leadership and organization that would serve Howard well in his second war. As the date of his contract drew near, Howard was called before a board of officers in an effort to recruit him to remain in China with the CATF.
"I was greeted and commended for my part on the A.V.G. success story and then offered a squadron of my own the rank of major. Only a year before, I had been an ensign wingman. How could I resist such an offer? There was tremendous pressure to get A.V.G. personnel to stay on in Army uniform, and it was now or never. But in keeping with my promise (to roommate Frank Schiel) I turned the offer down and went back to my room." (Howard)
Of the 311 total volunteers, which comprised the full roster of Flying Tigers recruited in the Spring and Summer of 1941, more than 200 remained to the completion of their contracts. Only five pilots and twenty-two members of the ground crews accepted offers made by the U.S. Army. Fifty-five men including James Howard did agree to remain two extra weeks after expiration of their contracts to aid Chennault in the absorption of the A.V.G. into the 23d Fighter Group, tasked with continuing the mission of protecting the flow of supplies into China previously accomplished so miraculously by the Flying Tigers. On the very first day of its activation the 23d Fighter Group engaged three successive waves of enemy aircraft and promptly recorded the destruction of five enemy aircraft with no losses to itself. These men too, became known as Flying Tigers, as did the 14th Air Force that was subsequently formed from the CATF the following year under the command of Major General Claire Chennault.
As the day of disbandment approached James Howard faced the final chapter of the A.V.G.'s legendary story with much emotion. "While I had become an ace, *" he recalled, "I was still disappointed that much of my time had been spent on nonflying duties, away from combat." On July 4 Howard and Frank Schiel led two flights of Tigers in their final engagement, during which Howard claimed his second air-to-air kill, one of five enemy planes shot down in the Tigers' final foray. At midnight the A.V.G. ceased to exist. After two weeks of voluntary service to the U.S.A.A.F. James Howard boarded the Mariposa for the trip home, this time by way of the Cape of Good Hope and the South Atlantic Ocean. Exhausted, suffering from dengue fever, and homesick, he was looking forward to a well-earned rest before deciding what to do next.
It was August 1942 and the world was still at war.
• In China Howard's comrades, as well as newly arrived American airmen, continued to fly the hump from India to China to keep a flow of supplies moving into Asia.
• In the Pacific U.S. Marines were battling to gain control of a small island called Guadalcanal.
• In New Guinea the Fifth Air Force was struggling to gain aerial superiority.
• In England the newly arrived Eighth Air Force was flying its first air missions.
• Meanwhile, in St. Louis James Howard was returning from his first war.
*Since CAMCO counted aircraft destroyed on the ground in calculation of bonus payments, James Howard became an ACE in China under CAMCO standards with 6.33 total victories. The U.S.A.A.F. however, only counted air-to-air kills, making Howard's official tally in China 2.33 kills.
James Howard, Flying Tiger Ace, found a hero's welcome awaiting him upon his return home. Also waiting for him were two letters. Admiral Lynch of the Bureau of Naval Personnel wrote on behalf of the Navy to offer Howard the rank of lieutenant, senior grade, and the opportunity to return to service in uniform to train new Navy pilots for duty in the escalating war. A letter from the War Department sought to enlist Howard as a captain in the Army Air Force for a job that "will involve intelligent use of the experience which you gained in China."
Howard recalled, "While the Army offer sounded more adventuresome than the Navy job of training new pilots, I was fed up with all talk of service life and put off my decision." In keeping with the law, he did register with the local draft board, advising that he wished a little time to contemplate his options. In the meantime, he relaxed at home, ate heartily to replace pounds lost in twelve months of stark living in China, and enjoyed his role as a returning combat veteran. "I was wined and dined and invited to speak at nearly every school, church, and civic club," he recalled.
Quickly, however, the boredom of life at home began to gnaw at the man who had so recently traveled half-way around the world in search of adventure, and thrilled to the adrenaline rush of being a fighter pilot in combat against a formidable foe. Late in the year Howard drove to California to visit his old friends from VMF-6, now stationed at North Island near San Diego. There he passed through gate security with his year-old ID card and enjoyed a brief visit with his comrades, before the base commander became aware of the civilian intruder. Howard's old ID card was confiscated and base security escorted him off the air station amid threats from the commander that the former Navy pilot could have been arrested for illegal entry.
"I felt so humiliated I could have sank through the floor," Howard later wrote. "My respect for the Navy sank to a very low point."
Howard spent a few more weeks visiting an uncle in California and then returned to St. Louis where he sent a letter to the Army Air Force to accept their offer. On January 31, 1943, he traveled back to California to become an officer in the U.S. Army's Fourth Air Force.
Captain Howard was given his choice of two aircraft and spent his first weeks learning the fly the newer twin-engine, twin-tailed P-38 that was becoming a hot, new fighter for the U.S.A.A.F. in both Europe and the Pacific. Despite misgivings about the P-38, it afforded Howard a little more head-room for his 6-foot, 2-inch frame than the P-39. It was also supposedly the Army's hottest new fighter, having proven itself in North Africa. Since Operation Torch had been launched two months earlier Virgil Smith became the first P-38 ace on December 12 with five victories in fourteen days, with three other pilots close behind, each with four victories in less than two months. In the Pacific Tommy Lynch, who had got his first kills in the P-39, become an ace in December with two kills in the P-38, and in the two-week period from December 27, 1942 until the following January 8, Dick Bong had also become Lightening Ace.
Captain Howard's future took a dramatic turn during the Spring when he was offered command of the 356th Squadron of the 354th Fighter Group which was training with P-39s at Santa Rosa. The squadron had lost its commander earlier in the year when he was killed in a training accident, following which morale had sunk badly for lack of consistent leadership. Rebuilding that squadron in an otherwise exemplary fighter group called for the kind of leadership that was almost innate in Howard, and skills which had certainly prospered under Claire Chennault. On June 2 the 354th Fighter Group transferred to Portland, Oregon, where Howard quickly motivated his young pilots into becoming the premier squadron in a group that expected to see combat before the year was out.
Late in September Captain Howard and the other men of the 354th Fighter Group were granted brief leaves before deployment. Howard returned to St. Louis to visit with his family, hoping to return to Portland to find his squadron with orders for duty in Asia or the Pacific theater. Two surprises greeted him upon his return. The first of these was a welcome promotion to the rank of major. The second was not quite so welcome. Major Howard learned that the group, rather than going west to fight Japanese, would be deployed east to fight the Germans. Pilots and ground crews traveled by train to New Jersey where they boarded a troop ship bound for England. Their aircraft were to be assigned upon their arrival there, where they were to become the first combat element of the Ninth Air Force.
The Ninth Air Force itself was neither new nor tested. In June 1942 Major General Lewis Brereton brought a dozen B-17s from India to Egypt to establish the Middle East Air Force in support of the British 8th Army in combat against Erwin Rommel's Afrika Corps. Four days after the Allies launched Operation Torch on November 8, the USAMEAF was re-designated the Ninth Air Force. Despite a small inventory of battle-damaged B-24s and a few fighters, the Ninth Air Force successfully accomplished its mission in support of the Allied invasion, and then in support of the invasion of Sicily and Italy. On August 1, 1943, the Ninth Air Force made history with the low-level raid on the oil refineries at Ploesti, Rumania, during which five airmen earned Medals of Honor. (Four of the five award recipients came from three squadrons detached from the Eighth Air Force for the Ploesti mission, but the fifth, John Kane, went on to become a Ninth Air Force legend.)
On October 16 while the 354th Fighter Group was en route to Europe, the Ninth Air Force Command (including IX Fighter and IX Bomber Commands) relocated to England to prepare for the planned 1944 cross-channel assault that became the D-Day invasion. The Ninth's fighter and bomber groups in the Mediterranean were transferred to the Twelfth Air Force, and four veteran B-26 groups in England were reassigned from the Mighty Eighth to Brereton's Ninth. When the 354th Fighter Group arrived, it was to become the first combat arm of the new Ninth Air Force.
This shuffling of commands meant that Hap Arnold now had two Air Forces based in England, the Ninth to prepare for close aerial support of the invasion of Northern France that was planned for the following spring, and the Eighth to continue its unrelenting bombardment of Germany's war machine. Until that invasion began to unfold however, elements of the Ninth Air Force including the 354th Fighter Group, were assigned to work with the Mighty Eighth in the campaign called Pointblank.
The mission of the Eighth Air Force was defined at the Casablanca Conference in January 1943, two months after Operation Torch was launched and following the successful Allied campaign in North Africa. Eighth Air Force commander General Ira Eaker, against all odds, had successfully argued for the opportunity to continue his practice of daylight bombing of German targets (R.A.F. practice was for night missions), leading to the Combined Bomber Offensive: around the clock bombardment of Germany's industrial and military targets in occupied lands as well as the German homeland with the R.A.F. striking at night, the U.S.A.A.F. bombing during the day. The 7-point Pointblank Directive included orders to:
"Take every opportunity to attack Germany by day, to destroy objectives that are unsuitable for night attack, to sustain continuous pressure on German morale, to impose heavy losses on the German Fighter force, and to contain German fighter strength away from the Russian and Mediterranean theaters of war."
The Casablanca Directive described primary targets as submarine construction yards and bases, the aircraft industry, transportation, oil, and other industries. In the spring of 1943 top priority was the Nazi submarine fleet, which was taking an enormous toll on Allied shipping and which imperiled the entire Allied offensive in the west. In the summer the Eighth Air Force began attacking further inland, targeting the industries that had built the formidable Luftwaffe. During the last half of the year American bombers began striking into Germany itself, along with continued bombardment of airfields inside France, Holland, and other occupied countries. This was a strategy designed to bring Germany to its knees and pave the way for the subsequent D-Day landings. Allied planners realized well that such an offensive could not be successful until the Luftwaffe no longer held aerial superiority over the region.
From July to December 1943 the Eighth Air Force with its daylight, precision bombing that reached deep into the homeland itself, took a heavy toll on German war production. For this determined assault the American airmen paid a heavy price. Earlier missions against submarine pens in western France, or even targets in Northern France, Belgium, and Holland were dangerous but not suicidal, for these targets were in range of General Eaker's P-38 and P-47 fighters.
When the Mighty Eighth began striking inside Germany however, casualties became a critical factor. The American fighters had a limited range, and even with drop tanks could not escort the bombers all the way to target. Britain-based fighters could escort a formation to the limit of their own range, beyond which the heavy bombers had to fend for themselves against enemy fighters. German pilots knew the range of the American pursuit airplanes and waited outside that boundary to pounce on inbound B-17s and B-24s as soon as their escort was forced by fuel restrictions to turn back. On August 16, 1943, the Eighth Air Force marked one year of combat in Europe, during which they had lost 411. The following day alone, striking deep into Germany to attack targets at Regensburg and Schweinfurt, sixty bombers were lost, illustrating in tragic fashion the need for longer-range fighters.
Back in the United States engineers had been working hard to develop a fighter that was not only equal to the best aircraft the Luftwaffe could field, but one with the range to escort bombers all the way to target. Their super-secret development was little more than the subject of rumor in the U.S.A.A.F. in the fall of 1943 when the Mighty Eighth returned to Schweinfurt on October 14. A protective cover of 103 American P-47 Thunderbolts escorted the formation to the limit of their range, turning back over Aachen. Waiting on the other side of Aachen was a gauntlet of more than 300 German fighters, ready now to pounce on the inbound bombers. Of 257 Flying Fortresses that flew into the heart of Germany that day, twenty-eight went down to flak or enemy fighters before reaching their targets. Fighting their way home another thirty-one bombers went down. One badly damaged Fortress was forced to ditch in the English Channel on the return, and five bombers that reached England were unable to land because of the combat damage. The crews of three parachuted to safety, two others crash-landed. Added to the sixty-five lost bombers were seventeen more that were so badly shot up they would never fly again. The date became known in World War II history as Black Thursday.
Two weeks after Black Thursday the 354th Fighter Group arrived in England with their commander, Colonel Kenneth Martin. On November 13 the group set up at their new airfield at Boxted to train for combat missions as escorts for Eighth Air Force bombers until the time came for their primary mission in support of the cross-channel invasion. Almost immediately their aircraft began arriving and Brigadier General Pete Quesada of Ninth Fighter Command gave the 354th's three squadrons two weeks to prepare for their first combat missions. James Howard and the other pilots welcomed the prospect of action, much more so with the knowledge that they would be the first to fly the new fighter that the engineers back home had worked so hard to create.
The pursuit aircraft flown into Boxted for the 354th were new P-51Bs. The top-secret fighter had a top speed of 425 miles per hour at twenty-one thousand feet and was powered by a fifteen-hundred horsepower Rolls-Royce Merlin in-line engine with a 2,000-mile range. Its oxygen system was tested up to forty thousand feet, and it spouted four .50-caliber guns in the wings. "It was a fighter pilot's dream," remarked Howard. As the first to fly the advanced new fighter in combat, the men of the 354th Fighter Group began calling themselves....Pioneer Mustangs
On December 1 Lieutenant Colonel Don Blakeslee, deputy commander of the Fourth Fighter Group in England, arrived at Boxted to lead the Pioneer Mustang Group on their first combat mission. Blakeslee was a veteran who wore the wings of an Eagle Squadron pilot, and had been flying out of England since May 15, 1941. Before transferring to the U.S. Army Air Force Blakeslee had claimed three aerial victories as an Eagle Squadron pilot. In 1943 Blakeslee had begun flying the new P-47 Thunderbolt, a gangly fighter often called the jug. On April 15, 1943, Blakeslee dove his Thunderbolt into three German FW-190s over France, netting his first victory as a U.S.A.A.F. pilot and becoming the first man to score a victory in the dubiously received Thunderbolts. That victory and a subsequent kill the following month failed to convince Blakeslee of the P-47s value as a fighter. When he was congratulated for proving that the Thunderbolt could out-dive the Focke-Wulf, Blakeslee flatly replied,
"By God it ought to dive, it certainly won't climb!"
Major Howard welcomed the leadership of a combat veteran, indeed felt something of a kindred spirit with the man as the Eagle Squadrons had served the British in much the same unofficial status as the Flying Tigers had served the Chinese. He also recalled well the tactical briefing Blakeslee offered the young pilots of the Pioneer Mustang Group before their first mission unfolded:
"In Blakeslee's briefing that afternoon, he explained we had three tactics to use against the enemy: (1) shoot down the enemy plane (or be shot down), (2) make the enemy fighter break off an attack first, (3) if the enemy fighter fails to break off, continue on a collision course.
"We were stunned. Did he mean we should deliberately ram the enemy head-on?
"Blakeslee hesitated for emphasis and then said, 'We never turn away from a head-on attack. If we do, the word will get back to Luftwaffe pilots that the Americans break first in a head-on pass. they will then have a psychological advantage of knowing beforehand what we will do.
"A young pilot in the front row asked what would happen if the German pilot followed the same orders. Blakeslee looked down at the young man with a contemptuous smile and said, 'In that case you've earned your flight pay the hard way!'" (Howard)
Lieutenant Colonel Blakeslee led twenty-eight P-51s on a sweep over Northwest France that day in a brief but positive trial run of the new Mustangs. No enemy fighters were encountered but the pilots of the 354th were more than pleased with how their new fighters performed. It was also on that day that two veteran pilots, Don Blakeslee and James Howard, realized that they had finally been united with an airplane that could meet--perhaps even exceed, an ambitious fighter pilot's wildest dream.
Four days later Lieutenant Colonel Blakeslee led the Pioneer Mustang Group on their second combat mission, and their first in what would be a series of escort missions for Eighth Air Force bombers. Two days earlier ACM Charles Portal, the Royal Air Force chief of staff and the officer charged with direction of the Combined Bomber Offensive by the Combined Chiefs of Staff, released a memorandum stating that Pointblank was three months behind in relationship to the tentative date for Operation Overlord, the cross channel invasion which had been tentatively set for May 1, 1944. The pressure was on the Eighth Air Force to become more effective in their destruction of enemy aircraft by bombing enemy air fields, production plants, and thereby wrest aerial superiority over France from the Luftwaffe.
On December 5 some 550 heavy bombers and 52 Ninth Air Force B-26s were dispatched to bomb enemy airfields throughout France, as well as industrial plants at Paris. Weather mounted the primary opposition to the mission, cloud cover masking most of the targets. The Mustangs that escorted the heavy bombers against Aimens were threatened only by heavy flak. No enemy bombers rose to meet the eager P-51 pilots, but the performance of the Mustangs increased the confidence of Blakeslee and the men of the 354th in their fighters' great design.
On Saturday, December 11, Blakeslee flew wing for Colonel Martin as the group commander led his first mission for his Mustang group. It was also the group's first incursion into Germany. More than five hundred B-17s and B-24s hit the docks and industrial area at Emden, just beyond the border from Holland. For the first time the Mustang pilots saw enemy fighters in the sky but none came close enough for Martin's eager young pilots to engage them.
On Sunday the men of the 354th rested, but on Monday morning they were again taking to the skies amid the largest American bombing force yet mounted. More than 600 heavy bombers headed out across the North Sea to pummel the submarine yards at Bremen, Hamburg, and Kiel. Heavy bombers had hit these targets repeatedly throughout the year and suffered heavy losses. For the first time however, on December 13 the formations were escorted all the way to their targets by American fighters. The P-51s circled high over Kiel while the bombers unloaded their ordnance on the enemy sub pens below. A few enemy fighters rose to challenge the bombers, but none ventured very close to the circling Mustangs. For the first time however, some of Martin's pilots at last found targets for their still-factory-fresh .50-caliber machineguns, and one ME-110 fighter was seen falling with a trail of smoke behind him. Lieutenant Glenn Eagleston of the 353rd Squadron was credited with a probable and, though denied the opportunity to claim the first P-51B confirmed kill, Eagleston would go on in the following months to become the leading ace of the 9th Air Force with twenty-one confirmed victories. On December 13 however, the most amazing statistic was the incredibly low number of Allied losses. Of nearly 650 heavy bombers dispatched in the continuing Battle of Bremen, only five were lost.
On December 16 the Eighth Air Force hit Bremen again, this time with more than 500 heavy bombers, and again escorted by P-51s from the Pioneer Mustang Group. As before, enemy fighter resistance was light but one ME-109 pilot ventured too close to the blazing .50-caliber machineguns in the wings of Lieutenant Charles Gumm's P-51. This time the kill was certain, marking the first P-51B Mustang victory of the war. Anti-aircraft fire was heavy and accurate, but only twelve heavy bombers were lost in combat, along with one P-51 fighter. Lieutenant Eaves of the 353d Squadron became the first casualty for the group when he was forced to bail out over enemy territory. He was to spend the next eighteen months as a prisoner of war.
During the first nineteen days of December it was the cold, cloudy winter weather that presented the greatest obstacle to the Mighty Eighth Air Force's challenge of crushing Hitler's war machine. Only five major bombing missions were mounted in the period, during four of which P-51s escorted massive formations to and from their targets. Save for heavy flak, opposition had been light. Despite the lack of enemy fighter resistance, the Pioneer Mustang Group gained valuable experience, and Lieutenant Colonel Blakeslee pronounced them proficient after the December 16 mission and returned to Fourth Fighter Command.
Shortly after sunrise on December 20 the 354th took off for its fifth combat mission. Colonel Martin led his fighter group on the now-familiar route to Bremen as escorts for 470 heavy bombers. James Howard flew as the group commander's wing man as the large formation returned for what might have been considered a mop-up of the enemy submarine station that now resembled a waste-land. There was no early indication that this mission would be any different from the previous two, attacks that had been subject to heavy ground fire but little fighter resistance. Of nearly 1,200 heavy bombers dispatched on December 13 and 16, American losses had totaled only 17, plus one Mustang.
One hour before noon the P-51s rendezvoused with the massive formations of B-17 Flying Fortresses and B-24 Liberators as they crossed the coastline of Holland. Puffs of flack began to rise in the mid-day sky, as was to be expected. Then came the unexpected. Less than fifteen minutes after entering enemy territory scores of rocket-firing German ME-110s and JU-88s unleashed deadly fury on the inbound bombers--and all hell broke loose.
The cold winter air caused the in-bound bombers to leave heavy white contrails in the sky, providing enemy fighters ample cover under which to slip in on the unsuspecting Forts and Liberators. Colonel Martin dove on an ME-110 that had just shot up one B17 with Major Howard following to protect his commander. For nearly a full hour the skies over Bremen were filled with explosions as rockets ripped into big bombers and tracers spewed deadly streaks through the misty clouds. Dark trails of smoke followed one bomber after another as they fell to earth, and pilots dodged not only the fusillade of bullets and exploding metal, but falling bodies and an occasional parachute. For the first time the fighter pilots of the Pioneer Mustang Group witnessed first-hand, the deadly price American bomber crews had paid for more than a year in their effort to destroy Hitler's U-boats that stalked the seas, and his mighty Luftwaffe that ruled the skies over Western Europe.
Major Howard watched with admiration the determination of the bomber crews that valiantly fought off the attackers, while determined pilots continued their course to target. Flying through flak and the fury of diving enemy fighters, bomber after bomber remained intent on first completing their mission before making a desperate run for home. Several Forts and Liberators were forced to dive after dropping their bombs, smoke trailing behind damaged wings and tails, as desperate airmen fought to keep their big planes in the air. Enemy fighters were quick to spot these crippled bombers and circled like sharks in a blood-frenzy to rip them apart.
Among the badly-damaged Forts trying desperately to stay alive after releasing their bombs was a B-17 from the 303d Bombardment Squadron named Jersey Bounce, Jr. Inside the Fort's shattered fuselage a radioman named Forrest Vosler, blinded while defending his plane, was desperately clinging to life to man his radio. Major Howard may or may not have contributed to that bombers' successful escape during which Vosler would earn the Medal of Honor. Certainly, his description of the action that day that brought him his first aerial victory in Europe holds some similarities to descriptions of the battle later recounted by the crew of Jersey Bounce.
"Below me I saw a lone B-17 struggling toward England. An ME-109 was behind it ready to fire. I dived and got within a hundred yards. I flipped on my gun switch and had the critter in my sight, but then I wondered: Is it really an enemy or could it be one of my own? I pushed the throttle forward and came alongside within a few yards to find out. I could see the surprised look on the face of the German pilot, who split-Sd for the deck.
"I was near the border of Holland, heading back to England, when I spotted another lone B-17 five thousand feet below. Two ME-109s were circling above it, ready to pounce.... I rolled and dived on the first ME-109. With a twenty-degree deflection from the rear, I fired two short bursts from three hundred yards. I didn't see any hits, and the German pilot continued flying straight and level, unaware that his life was in danger. I closed to eighty yards, and several of my slugs hit in the cockpit area. the plane went spinning down in a wake of white smoke.
"My speed had carried me past the Fort as I applied throttle at full bore with sixty inches of Mercury in a climbing turn. I glanced behind. the other ME-109 was approaching in the distance. We squared off and zoomed by each other only a few yards apart, then began circling each other. I did my best to close the gap by lowering speed flaps but to no avail. After some ten circles, getting nowhere and low on gas, I broke off and dived for the deck. The ME-109 failed to follow." (Howard)
Any joy in Major Howard's first victory, along with the victories scored by at least two of his comrades in other squadrons of the Pioneer Mustang Group, was tempered by the losses. Two P-51s of the 353d Squadron, including Squadron Commander Major Owen Seaman, and one Mustang from the 356th Squadron were lost in the heavy combat of that mission. Even deadlier had been the bomber losses. More than two dozen heavy bombers failed to return, carrying more than two-hundred valiant American airmen to their deaths or captivity.
"Our Big Friends"
The courage, sacrifice, and carnage Major James Howard witnessed over Bremen on December 20 left an indelible mark on his psyche. As a fighter pilot in China he had lived something of the lore of the air war of the First World War. He had been a warrior of the skies, attacking the attackers and matching his skills against those of the enemy in a man-to-man heavenly joust. The Tigers had flown escorts for bombing missions against Japanese airfields and ground positions, especially in the latter months of the A.V.G.'s existence, but never had Howard witnessed the kind of aerial contest he saw in the Battle of Bremen. Major Howard developed a new appreciation for the crews that flew in the big bombers, whom fighter pilots called Our Big Friends, and determined that he would commit himself and his skills to doing all he could do to protect them.
On December 30 the Mustangs flew escort for 658 of their Big Friends in an attack on the oil plant at Ludwigshafen. Two more Mustangs were lost in a mid-air collision, one enemy was shot down, and twenty-three heavy bombers went down with more than 200 airmen. The following day nearly 500 of Howard's Big Friends attacked targets throughout France, and the Mustangs escorted a formation deep into southern France to Bordeaux. Colonel Martin got his own first victory which he shared with Lieutenant Richard McDonald when the two pilots dove on three ME-109s that were attacking a damaged Flying Fortress struggling to return home. The other two attackers broke and ran at the sight of the Mustang fighters. James Howard attacked an ME-109, causing a trail of smoke to follow it into a cloud bank that prevented him from claiming a confirmed victory. Of the 658 bombers that flew missions that day, twenty-three never returned home.
Many of the Pioneer Mustang Groups' P-51s were now showing new paint, small white flags with black swastikas that indicated the growing tally of Mustang victories. Major Howard's fighter sported six Japanese flags, one German swastika, and large white letters identifying his airplane as "Ding Hao!"--Chinese for "Very Good." Meanwhile the men of the Mighty Eighth kept up the pressure with more than 500 bombers attacking Kiel and Munster inside Germany on January 4, 1944. Fifty-two Mustangs escorted their Big Friends all the way to target and back, P-51 pilots claiming more victories over the Luftwaffe's best.
The increasing number of Mustang victories was a mixed blessing. The growing tally was evidence that the P-51B was indeed a formidable fighter, capable of meeting and defeating the best fighters Germany could put in the air. It was also evidence of the increased number of enemy fighters being moved into Northern Germany from the Reich's eastern campaigns in efforts to turn back the successes of the Mighty Eighth's bombing campaign. Where previous bombing missions might have found the Forts under attack by fifty, one hundred, or even two hundred enemy fighters, bombing missions in January found them flying into enemy fighter formations that numbered much more. In fact, Eighth Air Force reports following the January 11 mission against Oschersleben estimated enemy fighter strength at more than five hundred ME-109s, JU-88s, and others. Never before had protecting the Big Friends become so demanding for Major James H. Howard, and he made this responsibility very clear when he briefed the squadrons for their mission on January 11.
"I emphasized the need for all (P-51) planes to reach the bomber formations and not to be diverted by German fighters enticing us to drop our fuel tanks and enter into combat. Our first aim was to meet and protect our bomber force.
"Each bomber, I said, is manned by ten loyal Americans who are solely dependent upon us to ward off enemy fighters. If we fail in that, we will be condemning to death men who could have been saved if we had been more steadfast in achieving our number one purpose. Our job is to reach the bomber stream with our whole group intact. If we are intercepted along the way it simply means that our Big Friends will have that much less escort. I also want to remind you not to become so engrossed in chasing after enemy fighters that your leave our bombers open and vulnerable to attack." (Howard)
More than 650 heavy bombers took off from their airfields across England on the morning of January 11 in newly-arrived General Jimmy Doolittle's first major attack at Germany since assuming command of the Mighty Eighth five days earlier. The objective was to deliver a devastating blow to the German aircraft industry by mounting three divisions against Luftwaffe plants bunched together in and around Brunswick, Halberstadt, and Oschersleben. The targets were strung out to the west and south of Berlin, in was to be the Eighth Air Force's deepest penetration into Germany since the ill-fated Schweinfert raid of Black Thursday three months earlier. The First Division was to lead with 170 heavy bombers assigned to attack the A.G.O. Flugzeugwerk at Oschersleben, 140 miles southwest of Berlin, which was responsible for nearly half of the Reich's FW-190 production.
Enemy fighters attacked the First Division as quickly as the big Forts crossed the enemy coastline at Zuider Zee, Holland, wreaking havoc despite the escorting P-47s. As the formation continued on towards Oschersleben, General Robert Travis came over the radio to advise his First Division that the weather had worsened and that the 2d and 3d Divisions were being recalled. "Because we are this far into Germany," he continued, "I'm electing to continue on and bomb the primary target."
Fighting its way in from the coast the bomber formation found itself facing almost unprecedented numbers of fighters in a fury of attacks. General Travis reported, "Our first attacks were four FW-190s, the next was 30 FW-190s, the next was 12, and they just kept coming. They attacked straight through the formation from all angles without even rolling over. They came in from all sides and it was quite apparent that they were out to stop the formation from ever reaching the target." And then, still well beyond Oschersleben, the P-47s reached their maximum range and turned back to leave their Big Friends to continue on, though this time they were not alone.
Flashing in to escort the First Division the rest of the way to target came forty-nine Mustangs of the 354th Fighter Group. Major Howard, who had been rotating mission leadership with Colonel Martin, led today in Ding Hao. Shortly after entering enemy territory a flight of ME-109s were spotted below, but refusing to rise to the bait, Howard dispatched only two Mustangs to put these to flight while the remainder hurried onward to protect their Big Friends. When at last they spotted the bomber formation in the distance it was obvious that enemy fighters were exacting a deadly toll on the Flying Fortresses after the P-47s were forced to turn back.
Howard promptly directed his 353d Fighting Cobra Squadron to one side of the formation that was strung out for miles, and dispatched his 355th Pugnacious Pups to defend the other. Ahead in the distance, at the head of the stream, enemy fighters swarmed the lead bomber squadrons and Ding Hao shot straight ahead with the 356th Red Ass Squadron following their leader.
As Howard neared the lead formation, he spotted an ME-110 streaking in from the rear to attack the trailing Fortress. Howard nosed into the enemy fighter, diving until it was almost impossible to miss. He raked the intruder with such fury that it nosed straight down in a plummet so fierce that the wings wrenched loose before it slammed into the ground 14,000 feet below.
Quickly Howard pulled out of his dive to climb above the friendly bombers, intent on changing his position. The Mustang had a strong resemblance to the ME-109 even at a fairly close range, and could quickly be mistaken for a tail gunner's target when coming up on a bomber from the rear. As he pulled out Howard spotted an ME-109 moving in on rear of the Fortress formation and raked it with his four wing-guns, sending it out of control and trailing smoke and fire as it fell.
In those first moments upon reaching the lead bomber formation, Howard was so busy he did not notice that the only friendly fighter up front was his own. The rest of the squadron was further back in the formation, dueling on their own to save their Big Friends. In the Flying Forts of the 401st Bombardment Squadron, three-hundred airmen watched the blitz by a single American pilot as Howard opened fire on a third enemy fighter in scant minutes. As the FW-190 crossed in front of Ding Hao, Howard pulled up after it in a chandelle. Closing in for the kill and preparing to fire when he was less than 100 yards away from what might have appeared to be an imminent collision, the German pilot jettisoned his canopy and bailed out.
The chronology of Howard's valiant one-man stand is confusing to reconstruct. For his own part, Howard remembered the battle as simply a half-hour string of attacks on enemy aircraft as he fought to defend the bombers. Two days after the battle he recalled it for Stars and Stripes correspondent Andy Rooney:
"I circled trying to join up with the other P51s. I saw an ME-109 just underneath and a few hundred yards ahead of me. He saw me at the same time and chopped his throttle, hoping my speed would carry me on ahead of him. It's an old trick. He started scissoring and then we went into a circle dogfight and it was a matter of who could maneuver best and cut the shortest circle.
"I dumped 20-degree flaps and began cutting inside him, so he quit and went into a dive, with me after him. I got on his tail and got in some long-distance squirts from 300 or 400 yards. I got some strikes on him, but I didn't see him hit the ground.
"I pulled up again and saw an ME-109 and a P-51 running along together. The 51 saw me coming in from behind and he peeled off while the ME started a slow circle. I don't remember whether I shot at him or not. Things happen so fast it's hard to remember things in sequence when you get back.
"Back up with the bombers again, I saw an ME-110. I shot at him and got strikes all over him. He flicked over on his back and I could see gas and smoke coming out--white and black smoke.
By this point in the mission Howard had been in action non-stop for nearly half-an-hour, and was down to two functioning wing guns. Climbing back up to join the bombers he found an ME-109 slipping in to attack from the side and attacked it, now down to one functioning gun. "We were both pretty close to the bombers, and I was close to him. I gave him a squirt and he headed straight down with black smoke pouring out." Howard continued the fight until he was out of ammunition, then resorted to bluffs to break up enemy attacks on the bombers by diving at incoming fighters until his fuel was dangerously low and there were no more bandits in sight. By that time the 401st had bombed its target successfully and had begun the long return flight to England. Though four of the 401st's planes were lost on the January 11 raid, not one of them was shot down during Jim Howard's epic battle against overwhelming odds.
Returning to Boxted Howard learned that the 354th had posted its greatest string of victories to date, fifteen enemy fighters destroyed, eight probables, and sixteen damaged. Howard himself claimed only two enemy fighters destroyed, two probables, and two damaged. (Ultimately, he was credited with four confirmed victories on January 11 which, when combined with his December 20 victory, made him the newest Mustang Ace.)
What James Howard witnessed from the cockpit of his Mustang during the half-hour duel over Oschersleben, and what the crews of thirty B-17s from of the 401st Bombardment Group had witnessed, were quite different. Upon returning to their base at Deenethorpe the young airmen who had just completed their fourteenth mission buzzed with news of the daring Mustang pilot who had single-handedly charged into a swarm of at least thirty enemy fighters to protect them. Major Allison Brooks, who had led the Bomb Group stated, "For sheer determination and guts, it was the greatest exhibition I've ever seen. It was a case of one lone American against what seemed to be the entire Luftwaffe. He was all over the wing, across it and around it. They can't give that boy a big enough reward."
Squadron Commander Edwin Brown spoke for all of them when he said: "We don't know who he was, but there isn't one of us who wouldn't like to shake his hand. He's my idea of a hero." On a day when news from the battle front was the worst since the Schweinfurt raid in October, forty-two bombers lost out of the First Division's total 170 dispatched, the unknown Mustang Ace provided some badly needed good news. The men who had witnessed the incredible act claimed to have seen at least six enemy fighters shot down by the lone Mustang.
By the following morning the story had reached headquarters, prompting General Doolittle to inquire as to the identity of the pilot who daringly placed himself between seemingly doomed bombers and a force of more than thirty enemy. An immediate investigation was launched to find the pilot of the plane coded only as AJ-X until James Howard was at last revealed. So, intent on releasing the incredible story was the news media that General Carl Spaatz, commander of all U.S. air forces in Europe, cabled Hap Arnold for permission to at last lift the security that had previously shrouded the P-51 and the Pioneer Mustang Group.
More than 100 correspondents attended the January 17 press conference at Boxted that introduced America to its vaunted new fighter airplane and the men who were poised on the verge of re-writing the book on combat aviation. Major Howard was
introduced and asked to recreated the briefing he had giving his pilots for their January 11 mission before answering questions.
"Why, when you knew you were surrounded by enemy fighters, didn't you join up with your own P-51s?" asked a reporter.
"He who rides a tiger cannot dismount," Howard replied flatly, reciting an old Chinese proverb.
"Why did you risk your neck doing what you did?" Asked another. Replied Major Howard,
"I seen my duty and I done it!"
On January 22 sixteen Pioneer Mustangs were decorated for their heroism to protect their Big Friends during their first six weeks of combat. Subsequently, each of the bomb groups of the First Division that had flown the disastrous but daring mission to Oscherleben after the other two divisions were called back, received the Presidential Unit Citation. It was small comfort for a day when, as the 303d Bomb Group's Lieutenant Bill McSween noted in his diary, "We took an all-time whipping." The 303d that had claimed two of the four Medals of Honor thus far presented for heroism in the skies over Europe had fielded 41 bombers, of which only twenty came home. But for the heroism of Major James Howard, the 401st Bomb Group would have doubtless suffered a similar catastrophe.
On January 30 Major Howard netted his sixth aerial victory in Europe on a mission to Brunswick. On February 11 he was sent on temporary duty to the new 357th Fighter Group of the Eighth Air Force to lead them through their first missions, much as Don Blakeslee had done for the 354th Group ten weeks earlier. Howard flew one mission with the new Mustang pilots before the loss of Colonel Martin on a mission to Frankfurt called him back to Boxted. (Colonel Martin survived the loss of his P-51, but spent most of the remaining months of the war as a P.O.W.) Don Blakeslee assumed responsibility for the continued training of the 357th.
By the end of the month General Quesada had personally visited the Pioneer Mustang Group at Boxted to pin the silver leaves of lieutenant colonel on James Howard and appoint him the new Commander of the 354th Fighter Group. On April 7 Lieutenant Colonel Howard was promoted to Colonel, and the following day, Howard's thirty-first birthday, he got his last aerial victory of the war while leading his now-legendary group of Mustang Aces on a mission over Brunswick. Meanwhile, the story of his incredible mission over Oscherleben continued to dominate the media. The Saturday Evening Post titled their story "Mustang Whip", and Popular Science headlined their story as "Fighting at 425 Miles Per Hour." It was the popular True magazine however, that gave the story a title that followed Howard for the rest of his life. Their account of the man's heroics was written under the title:
"One Man Air Force"
Colonel Harold Bowman wrote and thanked Major Howard on behalf of the men of his Bombardment Group with a warm letter stating: "Your unprecedented action in flying your P-51 alone and unaided into a swarm of German fighter planes, estimated between 30 and 40, in an effort to protect our Fortresses in the target area, is a feat deserving of the commendation and praise. It was a case of one lone American taking on the entire Luftwaffe." Major Bowman concluded with a sincere invitation to Howard to pay a visit to the men of the 401st, all of whom were eager to meet their hero, but the Mustang pilot's busy schedule left him unable to travel to Deenethorpe. Meanwhile, the bomber crews who were certain they owed their lives to Major Howard continued their efforts to see him properly recognized for his unprecedented action.
Medal of Honor
On June 27, 1944, Colonel James Howell Howard was summoned to London. There General Carl Spaatz hung the blue ribbon of the Medal of Honor around his neck, making the intrepid fighter pilot who was a veteran of combat in both theaters, the only fighter pilot to earn his nation's highest award in the European theater of action.
"I felt that I was fortunate to have been chosen over all the others who were at least equally deserving but were passed over," he later wrote. "The young men who fought in the air and performed nobly despite great odds but never made it back should have received the same recognition I did. I felt that in some sense I was a symbol for all those whose actions were overlooked and unrecognized, even though they may have given their lives.
Colonel Howard remained in Europe until October 1944, by which time the D-Day invasion had reached a successful end and the stage was set for the final push into Germany. Though assigned to Ninth Fighter Command in the latter months of his tour of duty, Howard remained in touch with his comrades of the 354th. When the war ended, he took great pride in pointing out that the brave young men of the Pioneer Mustang Group fielded thirty-nine aces in eighteen months and claimed a total of 701 aerial victories, the highest tally of all-American fighter groups in Europe.
When the war ended, James Howard entered the reserves and was promoted to brigadier general in March 1948. He retired for the U.S. Air Force Reserve in 1966. In 1982 Steve Howze, a member of the 401st Bombardment Group Association, happened to meet James Howard on a golf course and promptly forwarded his address to former 401st commander Harold Bowman. Recalled Bowman, "After thirty-eight years, Jim accepted our invitation and was guest of honor and speaker at our reunion at Little Rock. Following the banquet, a long line formed to shake his hand. Ted Brown, with tears in his eyes, said, 'If it hadn't been for you, a lot of us wouldn't be here tonight.'
"Unlike Hollywood's version of the gung-ho, swashbuckling 'fighter jock,' Jim Howard is a modest, soft-spoken, conservative gentleman who commands respect by his personality, character, and ability, not by his rank. When he hears all that hero talk, he replies in an aw-shucks manner....
"'I was just doing my job.'"
World War II Fighter Ace General James H. Howard, U.S.A.F. (Ret) died on March 18, 1995. He is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
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