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...AFTER ACTION REPORTS... Mission 12 - Bizerte, Tunisia MYSTERY LADY II (Langtot crew)
Fighters report seeing a B-24 going down in
flames about 75-90 miles short of the target area. Only eight
chutes were reported in the area of the downed aircraft. Fighter
pilots reported seeing three enemy aircraft fall to this bomber
before she bought it.
Various P47 fighter pilot reports. BRASS DIAMOND (Bingham crew)
Pilot Tom Obrian nervously tugged at his
silk scarf for luck as he pushed the throttles forward and
raced down the runway. At the point of Maximum Lift, he
pulled back on the yoke with the help of the Co-Pilot Pat
Kelly, while Engineer Tony Garcia kept an eye on the engine
gages. "Airborne" Wheels up and turning to form up and
tuck in to the "tail end" position.
Because of the accordion effect of the
planes jocking to keep formation tight, the tail plane has
to work at not being thrown about by the prop wash puts a
constant strain on both engines and flight deck crew.
In Zone 2, Light Flak is encountered
without result. A lone Me 109 screams in to the attack from
6:00 High. Defensive Fighter cover fails to drive him off.
One enemy shell finds it's way to the pilots compartment
rendering the Aileron controls useless. A second shell
destroys the Starboard Flap. Nothing that would warrant
turning back. The crew is determined to make good on their
first mission.
Entering Zone 3, Light Flak continues to
dog the formation. Keeping up is proving to be hard work.
Flak continues to burst around the plane
to no effect. Two waves of enemy fighters circle in to the
attack. The first wave, FW 190 12:00 Level is driven off by
friendly's. FW 190 1:30 High fails to achieve any hits as it
makes its pass. Luck holds when a FW 190 12:00 High is
unable to hit the Brass Diamond. The Final attack of the
first wave, Me 109 6:00 High is driven off by the Fighter
escort. Subsequent attacks of the first wave FW 190 driving
in from 1:30 level is driven off. FW 190 at 3:00 Level
fires it guns without effect. Wave Two: Me 109 12:00 High
is driven off.
Me 109 12:00 Level is driven off. Me 109
12:00 Low is driven off, Thank heaven for the escort. Me
109 in a suicidal Vertical dive loses his nerve at the last
second and is unable to find his mark.
again the tail position draws another Me
109 in from 6:00 High. The Top turret gunner effects a
minor hit on the enemy who continues to attack.
The Tail gunner takes aim and knocks the
fighter out of the sky. Subsequent attack by a lone Me 109
from 1:00 Level is driven off.
Entering Zone 4, Light Flak pesky that it
is, fails to do any damage. Two waves of Fighters circle the
rear of the formation and drive in one at a time. Wave one,
Me 109 6:00 High is hit by the Top Turret gunner but
continues on until the Tail gunner again scores a victory
and it trails bits and pieces of metal while it plummets to
the ground. Me 109 from 1:30 Low is driven off by fighter
escort. Wave Two Me 109 6:00 High and Me 109 12:00 High,
Both Driven off by fighters. Me 109 6:00 High is damaged by
the tail gunner tail gunner but continues its attack without
effect.
Entering Zone 5, the crew is breathing
hard and frantic to keep the flak and fighters off their
backs. A flak hit bursts just behind the tail without
effect. A second flak hit destroys the Starboard waist gun
tearing it from its mount causing it to fall out of the
waist.
In a concentrated effort to stem the flow
of bombers over the target, Three waves of enemy fighters
converge. Wave one, Me 109 6:00 High is driven off. FW 190
from 6:00 low makes a deadly pass with 7 hits across the
belly of the plane from nose to tail. Shell 1 hits the nose
breaking the glass and destroying the bombsight without a
scratch to Navigator or Bombardier.
Shell 2 and 3 have no effect as they
perforate the floor of the pilots flight deck.
Shell #4 scores a direct hit in the bomb
bay shredding the bomb doors and a second later detonating
the entire bomb load.
In a blinding flash of light and high
explosives, what was once a receptacle of the hopes and
dreams of nine men became an angry cloud of metal and flesh
scattered over the enemy port.
REICH BUSTER (Williams crew)
Take off and rendezvous went
good. But that was about all that did. Shortly
after we headed East (Zone 2b) we were attacked by
four 109’s. Only one landed any hits, but that was
all that was needed. He hit the front real hard
taking out our Bombardiers equipment. Lieut.
Monteiro assured me he could eye ball the drop from
this altitude and that we should continue onto the
target. This we did. Even though the Jerry pressed
his attack, there was no further damage from him.
About three hundred miles out (Zone 3a) two waves jumped us. The first was five Me 109’s making mostly frontal attacks with on dropping straight down on us and the last one from the rear. Our little friends took out the 6 O’clock fighter and Sgt. Howie getting a probable (FBOA-2) on the 12 O’clock low fighter. The last three only did superficial damage to the port wing, with one missing out right. Later we found out that our port brake was out most likely from this attack. When these two enemy fighters came back for more Lieut. Monteiro & Sgt. Moye absolutely obliterated one with four .50 cals breath of death. Once they were done with Jerry there was nothing left to fly through. This definitely scared off the other fighter as he broke hard as he attempted to shoot at us. The only two enemy fighters of the second wave were driven of by our fighters. These boys saved us from certain death all day long. Without their help we wouldn’t be here right now. We did encounter some light and inaccurate flak at this point of the trip. Our wing mates chased any waves that attempted to come within reach of us for the next 100 miles with out incident to us. At around 500 miles out we again encountered two Me 109’s. Our little friends chased them away one more time. 600 mile out (Zone 4b) two waves came in quick. The first wave was four Me 109’s from all around. Our boys couldn’t get a good shot on these speeding fighters and neither could they get us. All in all we took superficial damage and one was driven off by our fighters. We do believe the one that hit us was an ace from his tail markings. The second wave of four Me 109’s came in on the first tail from the same directions. This was their mistake as our gunners were ready this time. Sgt Moye shot of the wing of one coming in from 3 O’clock level and Sgt. Howie flamed the 6 O’clock high fighter and Lieut. Slayer and I can confirm that this fighter exploded after it passed us. Once again our little friends chased off one enemy fighter leaving only one to attack us. With all the lead and aircraft parts flying around his shot went wide and he decided to go on to other elements of our group. We were still encountering flak, but nothing got close enough to cause damage. Entering the target area all hell broke loose. For the next 200 miles we saw no fewer than 39 fighters. On the way in (Zone 5a & b) we were hit by six waves of fighters. The just raised havoc with the crews nerves. But I am extremely proud of these guys, they never wavered and racked more damage than we took. First wave was five 109’s that both Sgt Moye and Sgt Howie bagged one. One was shot down by our little friends. The enemy fighter coming in from 12 O’clock level just nicked us with superficial damage. One dropping in a vertical dive walked his shots down the length of our fuselage. Taking out our radio and rendering our bomb bay doors inoperable. The second wave of a FW 190 and one Me 109 were driven off by our little friends. The third wave came with four Me 109’s. Our little friends took two out and this knocked off the other twos attacks. They missed, leaving for other ships. The fourth and fifth waves were ineffective doing no damage to our ship. But the sixth wave hit our number three engine. Of the five Me 109’s two were chased of by our escorts. A third was hit hard by Lieut. Monteiro sending him off smoking profusely. The last two were the ones that took out the engine. Unable to drop our bombs and down an engine we started to fall farther and farther back. Flak was light but we did take one hit to the tail, rendering Sgt. Heron’s guns inoperative. Thank God for our little friends as they kept most of the enemy fighters at bay. In Zone 5 one Me 109 hit us from nose to tail killing Sgt. Craddock and seriously wounding Lieut. Vining. In this zone Lieut. Monteiro and Sgt Moye destroyed a Me 109 each. As Sgt. Heron’s guns were out he moved forward to fill in for Lieut. Vining. Zone 4 saw more enemy fighters and more help from our little friends. Mostly superficial damage from those fighters that did get in. Sgt Moye was able to add another notch in his .50 Cal handles. Towards the end of the zone one Me 109 peppered our number one engine taking it out and our progress home was slowed down to half. We left this zone with Sgt. Howie and Sgt Alba sharing a kill on a Me 109. Zone three was quite to start, but heated up at the end. We were attacked by four 109’s lightly wounding Sgt. Heron along with other superficial damage. Sgt. Moye got his fith and final kill over one of these Me. 109’s. The rest of the trip was left to our long trek home, seeing no more fighters was a blessing. Our landing went well considering the amount of damage we had taken. I am saddened to inform you that Lieut. Vining did not survive his wounds. Bomb run, unable to drop 89 Enemy fighters encountered, 12 destroyed, 7 probable, 3 damaged and 29 driven off by our fighters
Respectfully,
1st Lt. Marvin Williams
FLYING BUFFALO II (Loomis crew)
We were barely off the
ground and the 207th was already down a
plane when Lt. Liam O'Neil in the Aces High
failed to form up. I hope his crew didn't
crash on take-off.
We had a relatively easy journey to the target only facing light opposition and accompanied by good fighter coverage. We were shot at by light caliber flak guns the entire time we were flying over Tunisia. Luckily, the enemy flak gunners were inaccurate. Halfway into Tunisia, Sgt. Crawford in the tail, shot down an ME-110. Nearing the target zone, we saw our right wingman, Lt. Erik Langtot and his plane going down in flames. My crew counted 8 chutes. With Langtot's The Mystery Lady gone, we were the entire second flight and the new Tail-End Charlie. Just before the bomb run, an FW attack caused superficial damage in the nose section, giving Lts. Stackpole and Norendale a scare. In spite of the whizzing bullets and flak shrapnel, Lt. Stackpole remained cool under the pressure and he made a good run on the port facilities. Leaving the target zone, Sgt. Riseden, the tunnel gunner, shot down a ME-110. About the area where Lt. Langtot and his crew went down, is where we were attacked by 4 ME-109s. This attack damaged the starboard wing root and put holes in the starboard wing, fuselage and bomb bay area. In return, Sgt. Crawford shot down one of the 109s. At the halfway point going home, another large wave of 109s attacked. They put more holes into our fuselage while Sgt. Crawford and MSgt. Gaydos each shot down 1 ME-109 apiece. After this attack, one more minor attack by a single ME-109 diving down from above. Everyone failed to see this fighter but luckily for us he failed to cause any damage and he was gone before we could fire back at him. Our landing was a
little dusty but smooth as silk. TWIN TAIL (Libby crew)
Boy is the Old
Man mad. We blew the take-off on our
first mission to Bizerte. The
starboard landing gear clipped a
lorry that was parked near the end
of the runway, flipping it over. Vic
& I were able to regain control and
bring our bird back down pretty
hard. Nobody was hurt, but we were
out of the fight this day. Thank god
it was not a petrol truck...
TERRI G II
(Gerber crew) BOBBI JO'S
BOYS (Poulos crew) SATAN'S
LITTLE SISTER (Defilippo crew)
BATTLEWAGON
(Hughes crew)
BARNEY's BOAT (Lownders crew)
SUPPER TIME
(Gordon crew) OUR MAVEN
(Twomley crew)
JERSEY BOUNCE
(Wiggins crew)
SLEEPY TIME?
(Brown crew) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mission 13 - Bizerte, Tunisia (night) REICH BUSTER (Williams crew)
Not much to talk about,
takeoff and forming up went well. Didn’t
see any enemy aircraft till we made the
target zone. Formation got sloppy, leaving
us open for jerry to attack. Three Me 110’s
approached from the 10 O’clock direction,
but two were chased off by our escorts.
Once again God bless those boys. This third
110 was nicked by TSgt. Moye encouraging him
to miss and leave for home..
We did encounter light
flack on the way in but was very
inaccurate. We had good conditions for
bombing and Lieut. Monteiro made up for the
other day and placed 40% of our eggs on
target.
Coming out of the target
we were jumped by four Me 110’s, and again
the P47’s were right there. They got three
of them, leaving only one for our boys.
Unfortunately it is hard to hit 200+ mile an
hour fighters at night. Being a bigger
target this German did hit the tail, doing
some damage to the starboard rudder root.
The squadron tightened up
and that was the last we saw of the German
fighters. Back at the base our landing went
by the book.
Bomb run, 40%on target.
10 Enemy fighters
encountered, 0 destroyed, 0 probable, 1
damaged and 7 driven off by our fighters
Respectfully,
1st Lt. Marvin Williams
DIXIE JEAN (Jefferson crew)
For our first
mission it went great. We snuck in
under the cover of dark and snuck
out the same way. We saw seven
German Messerschmitt 110’s. The
escort, P47’s, drove off five of
them and our boys took out one. Boy
those fighters make a bright flash
when they blow. Lieut. Taft and
Sgt. Garfield both combined their
shots to down one Me. 110.
Flak was light over the target and very inaccurate. Lieut. Taft may have been a little too excited about his kill as he dropped our load off target. We will have him go to the practice range on his off time. No enemy fighters were encountered on the way home. We made it back with no damaged and landed without incident. Bomb run, 0% off target. 7 Enemy fighters encountered, 1 destroyed, 0 probable, 0 damaged and 5 driven off by our fighters
Respectfully,
1st Lt. Thomas
Jefferson
FLYING BUFFALO II (Loomis crew)
A night
mission?? The crew wasn't
trained for night missions
but we'd do our best. I
wasn't placing too much hope
in everyone staying in
squadron formation
throughout the mission. At
worst according to the
briefing, each crew if they
became separated or lost
from the main formation was
to proceed to the primary
target independently or find
some other target of
opportunity.
All-in-all, this turned out to be a pretty smooth mission. We encounter no enemy fighters all the way to the target area where, because of the darkness and lack of night training, according to our bombardier, Lt. Stackpole, our bombs fell 'God knows where.' With the city now lit up from exploding bombs, from ours and the others from the group, we avoided the searchlights and made our way homeward through the flak tracers climbing upward. As we raced away from the harbor area, we were pounced upon by 3 ME-110s attacking from head-on. Lt. Stackpole and Sgt. West each claimed one apiece while the third one put some minor holes in our port wing and fuselage. As he attempted to circle around for another pass, MSgt. Gaydos nailed him and sent him burning all the way down until it exploded when it hit the ground. There would be only one more unsuccessful enemy attack and Sgt. Crawford, the tail gunner, sent him home smoking with only one good engine operational. The
rest of the trip home was
uneventful and unexciting,
just the way me and my crew
like it. TWIN TAIL (Libby crew)
I
am surprised the Old
Man let us fly, but
I guess he figures
that having to pull
Tail-end Charlie
duty was punishment
enough. Take-off was
uneventful this time
and we formed up
with the rest of
221st, taking our
position to the
rear. The flight out
to Bizerte was
uneventful for us,
but we could see
flashes of lights
where other B-24s
and our night
fighters were
engaging the enemy
aircraft.
Things began to heat up as we approached Bizerte. Several waves of ME-110s began to attack us. The escort fighters and our own defensive fire manage to fend off most of them. George in the tail managed to bag a 110 that was coming in from 6 O'Clock High. Another ME-110 came in at 1:30 high and set our #4 engine on fire. Luckily, we were able to extinguish it. It wasn't until the crew had settle down from this that we noticed that Johnny, our engineer, had taken a gut wound and lay dead at his post. I ordered Radioman Floyd to take over the top turret position and we settled in for our approach to target. Flak over Bizerte was pretty light and we were not shaken around much. When he released the bombs, our bombardier, Lt Malek yelled "For Johnny you Nazi bastards!". Maybe his battle cry helped, because it looked like our bombs were pretty much on target. As we turned for home another wave of 110s came at us. Again George took one out that was coming in at 6 O'Clock low. After this things pretty much settled down for us. We saw no more enemy aircraft and out flight back to base was uneventful. Myself and the crew are pretty shaken up over Johnny. I can only hope we can pull it together for the next run. The rumor mill is buzzing with word of us flying a mission into Romania. Most of the boys couldn't find that on a map... TERRI G II (Libby crew)
A Night
Mission and
we get
selected to
lead. I am
being ribbed
about all
the carrots
I have been
eating the
past 2 days.
Take off was a lil scary. We were hoping to see fires from the 228th to help us find the target. No night fighters were encountered on the way to the target. Over the target several 110's were encountered. Some how Andrew in the top turret managed to saw the wing off one! But it's buddy enacted revenge taking out number one and killing Roger my co-pilot. He missed on his subsequent pass. Flack missed us completely. By the light of some fires made by the 228th John managed to put about 60% of his bombs where they were most needed! Three 110's attacked us on the way out of the target area. They holed our nose and waist and right wing but all seemingly w/o any effect other than the annoying whistling noise. Two missed on their subsequent pass and one riddled our empty bomb bay and destroyed the bombsight. On his third attack Andrew nailed him in the top turret and sent him spinning down on fire. No other fighters were encountered on the way home and we landed sad at Roger's death.
Submitted 1
LT Jeffrey
Gerber
BOBBI JO'S
BOYS (Poulos
crew)
SECRET
AGENT
(Everhart
crew)
BATTLEWAGON
(Hughes
crew) Another mission bringing her in all shot up, but at least we only had one wounded (Phillips). Doc says he'll be fine. We were attacked six times in the target area, but somehow, in all the confusion (and there was a *ton* of that), Barrett found the target. Steel Rain II said we hit the docks, but I'll be damned if I could see it. All those Jerry's out there and the boys couldn't hit them. We need a *lot* more training at this night stuff.
Maybe we'll
stand down a
little now.
Rumors keep
circulating,
though,
about some
big mission
coming up.
God help us.
SATAN'S
LITTLE
SISTER (DeFilippo
crew)
OUR MAVEN
(Twomley
crew)
JERSEY
BOUNCE
(Wiggins
crew)
SLEEPY
TIME (Brown
crew)
COALBURG
EXPRESS
(Nickerson
crew)
BARNEY'S
BOAT (Lownders
crew)
SUPPER
TIME?
(Gordon
crew) |