WAU - LAE - SALAMAUA

 

WAU - LAE - SALAMAUA

 

 

 

 

 

WEWAK & VICINITY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Both videos were extracted from a purchased copy of a DVD B-25 Mitchell Bomber WWII from Campbell Films .


 Jack Heyn - Una Merkel - Sgt. Joseph E. Hartman - Sgt. William R. Campbell

 This photo was taken at Dobadura by Jack Heyn during a USO tour of Gary Cooper & Troupe. Jack isn't sure which of the two 5th Air Force Camera Unit personnel in this photo is which. If anyone can determine the proper ID, please let me know for correction.


Cameramen Make Photo Record for War-Dept.

In the recent ( August 17 & 18 ) devastating attacks against the Japanese, Sgts Joseph E. Hartman and William R. Campbell of the 5th Air Force Combat Camera Unit have made almost complete photographic re­cords of the various strikes. Sgt Hartman flew over Wewak with the first mission and recorded the action on 35mm movie film. There were many pictures taken of the fighter planes in action and the bombers strafing and bombing the area. The following day both Sgts flew with Capt Virden and took movie film to complete the evi­dence of the destruction for War Dept. While recording the Hansa Bay mis­sion, Sgt Hartman was hit in the leg by ack ack and Sgt Campbell's ship was forced down at an advanced base but he was uninjured. On many missions with our planes they have taken over 4,000 feet of film and many reports of commendation have been received from higher headquarters. The film will be used to teach other pilots the method of aerial tactics and improve effectivness of aerial warfare.

Broadcast on Wewak Given by 3rd Officers

Col Hall, Maj. Downs and Maj. Conley left Thursday for Australia to broad­cast their version of the recent air victory at Wewak. This broadcast will be recorded and flown back to the States and will give a first hand pic­ture of the entire mission. It is expected that Col Hall will confer with higher headquarters to pre­sent various aspects and rategy of the strike that made the outstanding blow against the Japs a successful one.


Capt. Robert W. Reed 90th BS recounts that Sgt. Joseph E. Hartman was filming the mission from the B-25 he was piloting. via Janice Hellman - Daughter of Robert W. Reed.

1st Lt. Richard N. Davis 90th BS piloted B-25 D-1 (531) on the August 17, 1943 mission.

Richard N. Davis Flight Log via Scott Davis

Capt. William H. Webster 8th BS flew the August 17, 1943 mission as pilot of B-25 D-1 41-30311.

William H. Webster Log via Bill Webster

 HANSA BAY

Hansa Bay is located on the north coast of Papua New Guinea, in Madang Province, between Madang and Wewak, north east of Bogia.


B-25D 41-30345  8th BS 3rd BG August 28, 1943  Hansa Bay

CREW:


1st Lt Robert B WIDENER (MIA/KIA), 8th BS

2nd Lt Bernard LAZARUS (MIA/KIA), 8th BS

Sgt James W LEFLER (MIA/KIA), 8th BS

Sgt Francis M MONAHAN (MIA/KIA), 8th BS

 

Aircraft hit by bomb blast of preceding plane while attacking an enemy ship on Hansa Bay, New Guinea. Crashed into Hansa Bay.


 

 

1st Lt. Richard N. Davis flew mission against Hansa Bay on 8/25/1943 sinking 1200 ton ship in harbor.                           He was piloting B-25 D-1 (320) from Dobadura.  (Richard N. Davis Flight Log via Scott Davis)

11/09/1943 & 11/10/1943  89th BS Attacks on Alexishafen



09-Nov-43  11 - A-20s  89th BS ALEXISHAFEN attack on grounded planes at ALEXISHAFEN. No 1 and No 2 strip bombed. Hanger, buildings, 4 Bettys and 6-8 u/i aircraft bombed - 2 Bettys on north side of strip seen to explode. Bombed village west side of SEK ISLAND.

10-Nov-43 10 - A-20s  89th BS ALEXISHAFEN Bombed and strafed grounded planes on ALEXISHAFEN No 1 and No 2 strips.1 Betty destroyed. 4 Bettys and 1 Zeke strafed. 1 barge destroyed. 3 - A-20s slightly damaged by A/A fire.

TANAMERAH BAY

89th BS attack on Tanahmerah Bay

 

Tanahmerah Bay a bay on the north coast of New Guinea, about 50 km northwest of the provincial capital ofHollandia.

During WWII, the Hollandia area was a Japanese army and air force base. On 22 April 1944, two regiments of the U.S. 24th Infantry Division landed in Tanamerah Bay, as part of the Operation Reckless. Subsequently, the area became an Allied base, supporting further actions in the Southwest Pacific, and the invasion of the Philippines.

VOGELKOP PENINSULA

 

 

 

BABO 

The airfield was built by the Dutch in the late 1920s or 1930s. It was the final stop for KLM airlines in Dutch New Guinea. After the Pacific War with Japan broke out in December 1941, a Royal Australian Air Force engineering party with the assistance of the Dutch upgraded the airstrip for military use.

First attacked by Japanese H6K Emilys on December 30, 1941, leaving 3 dead and 14 wounded, including a number of children. Three RAAF No. 13 Squadron Lockheed Hudson bombers were sent there to act as 'fighters', this temporary duty was regarded to be against enemy flying boats while the Dutch KNIL garrison of approximately 200 rushed to improve area defenses and create a clearing for a second runway. The Japanese 2nd Detachment landed at Babo on April 2, 1942 and occupied the town. Most of the Dutch soldiers escaped to Australia.

The airfield was developed into a major base used by both the Imperial Japanese Army and Navy units in the Vogelkop Peninsula, staging to other airfields to the south Aru and Kai Islands or east to New Guinea. The Japanese built a second 'hardtop' runway creating two strips of 4,530' and 2,660' respectively. Naval troops constructed 15 bomber and 24 fighters with more under construction. The base largely escaped any Allied bombing until mid-1943.

The aerial units based at Babo opposed the American landings at Biak, but suffered heavy losses. The 24th Sentai lost 20 pilots and 40 planes while based at Babo in only 30 days then were withdrawn. The 202nd Kokutai was temporarily withdrawn from Babo for defense of Truk, then returned to Babo in June 1944. They lost 12 planes defending Biak, and were then disbanded.

By mid-1944, the base was in range of medium bombers and strafers from the United States Army Air Force's 5th Air Force, and came under heavy attack. Neutralized from the air around October 1944, and never liberated by Allied forces. Tons of American and Australian bombs hit airfield. Many of its aircraft were destroyed by parafrag bombs. Japanese ground crews even sawed off the engines from wrecked planes, in a desperate attempt to ward off further attacks, and used hulks to fill in bomb craters. Isolated from resupply or rescue, the remaining Japanese occupied the area until the end of the war.


Babo Airfield  90th BS 3rd BG  June 5, 1944

 

 

NEW BRITAIN

Cape Gloucester, Borgen & Rottock Bay  July 28, 1943

New Guinea & Western New Britain  July 1943

 

 

Battle of Cape Gloucester  December 1943 - April 1944

 

 RABAUL

October 12 - November 2, 1943

Major Raymond Wilkins ( 8th Squadron CO) led the 8th Squadron on the October 12th raid on the Rapopo airdrome south of Rabaul.The strafing and bombing results were excellent. We took a few A/A hits but no one was injured. Wilkins decided to take some overdue leave after October 15, to go down to Australia to call on a girl he had met on one of his very infrequent leaves from New Guinea. On the 24th of October, the 8th Squadron led by Col. Jimmy Downs attacked Rapopo airdrome again. On the run in to the target, Downs had to circumnavigate some cloud  formations, and we were jumped by a large flight of aggressive Oscars. One head-on attacker rammed Down's left wing man, Lt. Bob Miller, at perhaps 500 feet altitude. No chance of survival under those circumstances. I led one three plane flight each mission and Capt. Marty Radnik (a fellow 41-I) led the other flight. The two other B-25 squadrons (the 13th and the 90th) also participated in these Rabaul missions and reported excellent results and no losses. Two other B-25 groups, the 38th and the 345th, attacked  Rabaul's  Vunakanau and Lakunai airdromes with similar glowing damage reports but with heavy losses from fighter attack. About 100 of our P-38 escorts provided excellent high cover but it's virtually impossible to sweep the skies clear all the way down to parafrag bombing level of 200 feet. In addition to the increased tempo of the air action, the ground action in the Solomon Islands was also heating up and the Japanese were having to reinforce Bougainville in order to protect their retreating troops. This would have to be done by bringing warships, troopships and more aircraft out of Truk and Palau for basing out of Rabaul's Simpson Harbor. For good reason, Rabaul was called the "Gibraltar of the Pacific". There were six highly effective radar units located on the volcanic heights surrounding the four mile harbor with good communication lines to some 400 medium and heavy anti-aircraft guns in the area and to the five well dispersed airdromes that customarily housed up to 110 medium bombers and 150 top line Zero and Oscar fighter aircraft. Added to this firepower were the light and medium anti-aircraft guns carried by the twenty or so warships (cruisers, destroyers and corvettes) and the forty odd troop ships in the Harbor. It was a tempting but very dangerous target. 5th Bomber Command felt that because of the critical timing this possible prize was worth the certain risk, and they hurriedly laid on a massive maximum effort attack plan.

William. H. Webster B/Gen. USAF Ret.
6/15/1989

This is an excerpt from a letter General Webster sent Larry Hickey IHRA on June 15, 1989.


1st Lt. Richard N. Davis 90th BS flew bombing & strafing mission against Rapopo on October 12, 1943 in B-25 D-1 (531).                 (Richard N. Davis Flight Log) via Scott Davis - Son of Richard N. Davis

 

 Videos

 

3rd Bombardment Group Photo Section via Jack Heyn

 

 

 

 

 

 SIMPSON HARBOR - RABAUL  NOVEMBER 2, 1943


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simpson Harbor Images via Jack Heyn of the 3rd BG Photo Section

 

B-25D  41-30274  (The Hot Horse)  Hydraulics shot out over Rabaul  11/2/1943  via Jack Heyn

                                                                               


The mission was originally scheduled for October 31st but had the flexibility to be pushed back a day at a time in case of bad weather in the target area. With approximately 500 miles from Dobadura to Rabaul over open water and no navigational aids other than compass dead reckoning (plus possible sun lines if you could see the sun ) it could be very hazardous to the three B-­25 groups and the four P-38 fighter groups assigned to accompany the bombers. It was already stretching the range for both the fighters and bombers to get over Simpson Harbor in clear weather, much less milling around in possible clouds or engaging in any kind of prolonged dogfights. As 8th Squadron Operations Officer, I went to the initiaL briefing on October 30th at Group Headquarters. As I recall, the battle plan was essentially this - about one third of the P-38 fighters would first attack the airfields to hopefully keep the Jap fighters on the ground. Next in line would come the six squadrons of the 345th Group and the 38th Group with B-25 strafers loaded with phosphorous bombs whose mission was to neutralize the concentration of ground based anti a/c batteries dispersed around the shore of the Harbor. Next, two more Group of P-38s were to strafe the shipping in the Harbor to either minimize or at least disperse the ship borne anti-aircraft fire power capability. And last would come the 3rd Bomb Group's three squadrons with the 90th Squadron leading, followed by the 13th Squadron and lastly Col. Downs leading the 8th Squadron. The 3rd Group's assignment was to attack the warships, troop ships and freighters in the Harbor in a line of squadrons approximately a minute apart (1/4 mile) by approaching between the two volcanoes on the east side of the Harbor, the Mother Peak on our left and the North Daughter peak on our right on a heading of approximately 225 (i.e. from Northeast to Southwest) in the hopes of catching the shipping broadside in their customary anchorage positions. Sounded like everybody in the Fifth Air Force was paving the way for the 3rd Group, and that the 8th Squadron should really score well in our role as clean-up batters. About 75 B-25 strafers and 100 P-38's were to be involved, quite a large strike force for the 5th Air Force. The B-17s and B- 26s, after 18 months of attacking Rabaul, were pretty well played out by then, the newly arrived P-47s didn't have the necessary range, and the long range escort P-51s had not yet gotten to the SWPA. It was solely a B-25/P-38 affair. The enemy air defenses at Rabaul were supposedly weakened by the airdrome attacks of October 12, 18, and 24th. The high altitude, unarmed P-­38 reconnaissance patrols over Rabaul were monitoring shipping and airfield activity daily as well as the stormy weather system which covered the area.
On the morning of October 31st (Sunday) all planes were fueled and armed, all flight crews were in the planes awaiting the "start engines" signal. After three hours in the cockpits awaiting the green light we were advised to return to Squadron Operations. It seems that the recci  P-38 over Rabaul advised Bomber Command that the weather was too marginal in the target area to launch the attack that day. So, back to worrying about how it would go tomorrow.
That afternoon, two things happened to me that undoubtedly changed my life. First, I was notified by Group Personnel that I was eligible for rotation back to the States and that I was being reassigned to Group Operations for a week or so while waiting air transport availability down to Brisbane. I was speechless - snatched right out of the fire just in the nick of time. I was going home to see my wife and meet my six month old son!!! I started packing immediately. That night I got word to report to Wilkins' tent. He had cut short his leave to Australia and come back to participate in the upcoming Rabaul Raid. He told me he was happy for my good news and that he had three bits of good news also. First, the 8th Squadron was due to receive new A-20s shortly, next he was scheduled to move up to Group Headquarters, and third he and his fiancee had set a wedding date in late December. After mutual congratulations, he put a question to me that I'll never forget - "Will you delay your departure long enough to fly one more mission for the 8th Squadron? I need you as a flight leader and deputy commander on this upcoming Rabaul mission."

My immediate thought was an emphatic negative, but I remembered his twenty-two month stint of combat flying, particularly the first six months in the A-24s and all of the times he had put his personal war effort above possible personal preferences. Equally important to me was his commitment to keep on fight­ing the enemy as long as he was able. Against my better judgment, I said would honor his request to fly this last mission. We went to another briefing at Group Operations that night and the attack plan was reaffirmed. Henebry would be in the lead with his 90th Squadron, followed closely by Captain Art Small (41-1) leading the 13th Squadron, and Major Wilkins would now lead the 8th Squadron. We were still assigned to attack the shipping in the Harbor and follow the same plan to come in low off St. George's Channel between the two volcanoes at a 225 angle to catch the anchored ships broadside. Sounded simple enough, but the effectiveness of the 3rd Group role would depend on close timing and the approach plan as briefed. Wilkins was enthusiastic about the 8th Squadron's role in the mission.


The next day (November 1st) we again got in our planes and waited for several hours for the "start engines" signal - it never came and after two hours we again went from the aircraft dispersal area back to Squadron Operations. The weather was again reported to be bad across the Huon Gulf and the Solomon Sea all the way to Rabaul. This time, the "recci" pilot over Rabaul was able to pop out of the clouds long enough to spot and photograph many more ships in the Harbor than originally anticipated, and many newly arrived aircraft at all of the airdromes. Fifth Bomber Command was so advised of this build up, and the tension mounted hourly.

On November 2nd (Tuesday) we again were up at 4:00 AM for a meager breakfast of canned grapefruit juice with its galvanized tin taste, french toast made with dehydrated eggs and powdered milk, a little peanut butter and cheese and a cup of scolding black tea for me (coffee for most). Then into the jeeps and/or recon vehicles with all your personal flight gear. This con­sisted of your "flak helmet" (i.e. your regular metal helmet with the helmet liner removed so that it would fit over your radio head set) throat mike, life vest, shoulder holster with .45 caliber pistol, parachute knife, a web belt for ammunition clips plus any survival supplies, map board, head set, a canteen with freshly chlorinated water and a few K ration boxes in case you got hungry on the six hour mission. (Your parachute was left in the personal equipment section of Squadron Operations.) At the Operations tent, we had another pre-flight mission briefing by Captain Rignal Baldwin with an even more ominous forecast of heavy flak, and a review of the attack plan by Major Wilkins. This was to be a maximum effort mission, and eleven serviceable aircraft were all we had left after the losses of August, September, and October. Wve planned to have ten planes on our strike with the 11th plane as a spare in case we had any ground aborts. The bomb load was 2 x 1000 pounders armed with 8-10 second delay fuses (needed for skip bombing) and approximately 500 rounds of .50 caliber machine gun ammunition for each of the 8 forward guns, belted two explosive, two incendiary and one tracer. The Bendix top turret's twin .50 caliber machine guns had about 2500 rounds each. The total weight of the ammunition was at least 3,000 pounds. We had added a small auxiliary fuel tank in the bomb bay for these longer missions, so our fuel load was probably 1,200 gallons. Each 8th Squadron plane had two pilots and two gunners aboard, except Wilkins who had a fifth crew member (Navigator 2nd Lt. Howard R. Bunce. We were undoubtedly over grossed in weight and balance as far as the North American Aviation's factory specifications went, but fortunately the dirt strip at Dobodura was about 6000 feet long with no tall trees on the take off (East) end. We would need all of its length to get off.


We were all in our planes by 6:30 AM and again the waiting began. By now all of us were getting pretty skittish, staring into the early light waiting for the start engine signal. The sky was overcast and there were some scattered rain showers to the east. After two hours sitting in the cockpits with the air temperature getting up to 90 F heat and 90% humidity, we finally got the start engine signal and taxied out of our dispersal area and onto the run-up area.

As near as I can reconstruct it, here were the flight assignments: Leading the 8th Squadron was Major Ray Wilkins in his usual plane, #311 with the big letter "A" on the tail. With him was Lt. Bob Murphy as co- pilot and Lt. Howard Bunce as navigator. (Wilkins wanted a navigator along in case we had to come back "over the top" of the weather.) On his right wing was F/O Lee Trout with F/O Woody Keyes and on his left wing was Lt. Bill Mackey with Lt. Jim McCann. In the second flight, Captain Bill Webster with Lt. Andy Weigel (USMA '42 - our only West Pointer) and his wingmen were F/0 Ed Shook with F/O "Doc" Rankin, and Lt. Phil Patton with Lt. Dick Greenhalgh. The third flight was supposed to be Capt. Lil Virden and co­pilot, Capt. Willis Bridges and co-pilot, Lt. George Green and co-pilot, and Lt. Henry Rust with Lt. Sam Norris. Lt. "Whitey" Vinson was assigned as spare. (The spare taxied out last, and if any plane failed to check out on engine run up, the spare would fill in for the aborted aircraft. If no one aborted, he was to taxi back in, as he would be too heavily loaded with fuel if he were to take off and then immediately came back to land.
The actual take off signal was delayed awaiting a last minute weather report from the P-38 recci boys over Rabaul. After another long delay with all engines idling, Henebry leading the 90th finally got the green light from tower to take off. As planned, the 8th Squadron was the last to take off, and this made for another 10-12 minute delay waiting for the other two squadrons to go. As I recall, our first eight planes took off ok, but the ninth and tenth, Bridges and Virdon, aborted because of excessive rpm drop on magneto checks. The eleventh plane (Vinson in the spare) took off to round out the three 3-plane flights. lt was not an auspicious beginning, but for better or for worse, we were finally on our way to Simpson Harbor.

About 20 minutes after take off, Vinson apparently developed fuel transfer problems and pulled out of the formation to return to base. I am sure Wilkins was furious, but he would not break radio silence to reprimand. The other eight continued on, last in the long string of nine squadrons of B-25s heading northeast at about 3000 feet. The cloud level above was scattered to broken, but lots of rain squalls. The escorting P-38s took off as planned about 30 minutes after the B-25s and soon caught up with us as we neared the IP.  Wilkins used the customary visual signal, a slow fish-tailing of his aircraft, to spread out the squadron's planes to test all guns and then we formed back up in two Vs and one two ship section behind and slightly to the east of the 13th Squadron which in turn was following the 90th. As low as we were and with the clouds to the North and West, we could not see the approaching coast of New Britain until we got into the St. George's channel abeam of Cape Gazelle. We put on our steel helmets and hunkered down in our seats with the armor plated backing. By now the fighter cover was running into Jap fighters, and the radio chatter on our common frequency became quite frenzied. The spacing between the leading 90th Squadron and the 13th Squadron seemed to be increasing. Wilkins increased his power settings, and the rest of us responded by going to max cruise power at 33'' manifold power and 2250 rpm on the props. We could barely see the 90th Squadron four or five miles ahead as they turned onto their approach between the Volcanoes. As briefed, the other B-25 and P-38 groups had attacked their targets and had set the Harbor up for the 3rd Group. Henebry, with Dick Ellis and Chuck Howe leading their flights, got the 90th through the slot and into the Harbor shipping for some highly successful bombing and strafing runs. If the Japanese shore batteries were momentarily surprised by the 345th and 38th Groups, they were fully recovered by the time the 90th Squadron came through the slot. These batteries set up a tremendous stream of flak and machine gun tracers across the slot opening anticipating correctly that the next squadrons would also take the same path. Unfortunately at this point, the combined efforts of thousands of ground personnel and possibly 400 combat crew men literally went down the tubes. The originally designated leader of the 13th Squadron had become ill during the very early hours of November 2, and he had to turn the lead over at the last moment to a less experienced flight leader, Captain Walter J. Hearn, who apparently had not attended either Group mission briefing. Seeing this curtain of fire that closed behind the 90th, and awaited the 13th, but not realizing the importance of that approach and the NE to SW attack angle, Hearn opted to not turn the 13th behind the 90th, but to continue to fly to the Northwest around the North side of the North Daughter volcano. Wilkins kept waiting for the 13th to turn to 225 as planned, but by the time he realized the 13th's error, it was too late for the 8th to get into the right angle of attack. Wilkins broke radio silence to try to get the 13th leader to realize his error. The 8th was already in an eight ship loose echelon to the right preparatory to a 90 turn to the left to start the attack through the slot. The 13th Squadron finally did a 90 turn to the SW to come over the western edge of the town and slightly west of Vulcan Crater. (It was later claimed that three of the 13th Squadron planes did break away from the Squadron leader and attacked small shipping probably in Keravia Bay.)

As for the 8th Squadron, Wilkins was committed to follow the 13th around the North Daughter about a mile astern but slightly inside the 13th's path. He continued in a descending 180 left turn to bring our 8 planes, still arranged in a rignt echelon, to a heading of about 100 and directly over the town of Rabaul. The smoke from the burning buildings and the phosphorous bombs of the 345th and the 38th Groups made visibility poor and the fumes made breathing difficult. At about 200 feet in a shallow dive Ray probably caught his first clear glimpse of the ship concentration in the Harbor and decided to get back on the original attack angle of 225. If he gave a radio signal or a wing di3 to indicate his intentions, I wasn't aware of it. First thing I knew he had racked his plane into a vertical right bank to get lined up on a destroyer. I don't know how his wing man (Trout) avoided hitting him. Each pilot had to do a similar vertical right turn to miss the plane on his left and hoped the plane on his right was alert enough to do likewise. By the time we recovered our balance, and went to max power (36" of manifold pressure), we were doing about 240 mph thundering out over the Harbor on a heading about SW (the prescribed course). By now, at least five minutes had elapsed since the 90th's attack and the surprise element was totally gone. The defenders definitely were waiting for us. Wilkins was over the approximate center line of the Harbor and the rest of us were more or less in an echelon formation to his right, possibly 50 yards between each plane. I did not see Ray's plane make his attack on the shipping or get hit. I was busy watching ahead of me and trying to pick a good target. The noise from the wide open engines and the eight machine guns made conversation impossible, even between pilots 24 inches apart. The smoke from our 8 machine guns filled the cockpit and made vision difficult. About half way across the Harbor, I became aware that there were no B-25s to my left where there had been three just a few moments earlier. Wilkins, his right wing man Lee Trout, and his left wing man (i.e. #3 in the right echelon) Bill Mackey had all taken heavy fire from the heavy cruiser and destroyers to the east of the Harbor. Wilkins and Mackey apparently crashed into the Harbor, but Trout did manage to pull his damaged plane out toward the west and limp home alone with two mortally wounded gunners. As for the 8th Squadron's other five, we made bombing and strafing runs on whatever shipping happened to get in our path. By now all 50-60 ships in the Harbor were scrambling for open water - some were smoking from the bomb damage of the 90th's attack, and the others were laying smoke screen to add to the confusion. It was sheer chaos - Dante's Inferno couldn't be worse. At wide open throttle and maybe 50 feet off the water, you don't have much maneuverability to make major heading changes. We were past a number of possible targets before I had a chance to get properly set up for a good bomb run. Columns of water shot up in our path as the Japs depressed their guns to purposely cause an added hazard. Our plane got a near miss on a large freighter and then tried to "throw' a 1,000 pounder sideways into a corvette. 1000 pounders don't throw well or skip far. We continued strafing at vessels crossing in front of our view as they skittered like water bugs trying to get out of the confines of Simpson Harbor anchorage into the larger Blanche Bay. From high above all sorts of spent bullets, shell casings and belt linkage showered down on the water. It looked like it was raining "spent meta!". I dodged the Beehive rock formations in the middle of the Harbor and was looking up at them as we passed - we were that low. The remaining four 8th Squadron ships joined up on me as we withdrew from the Harbor area heading SW over the jungles North of the Warangoi River and finally open water. We had several weak- hearted frontal attacks by Jap fighters, but a few bursts of our nose guns usually burned out by now discouraged closer approaches. During the run-up to the target, the botched approach and the withdrawal, the P-38s were having a massive dogfight all the way from 20,000 feet down to tree top level. The radio was a constant rattle of fighters calling to each other, and strafers calling out targets to each other. I don't recall hearing anything on the radio identifiable from our Group other than Wilkins yelling at the 13th Squadron leader. I can still hear the continuous warnings going out over the radio to somebody: "Bogies at five o'clock high", "three bogies astern", "there's one over to your left," "get that guy off my tail", etc, etc. The combination of the heavy smoke, our scrambled approach and near collisions, Wilkins' position relative to the rest of the Squadron and our disorderly withdrawal made for some very inaccurate and disjointed sightings.

The flight back to New Guinea was like a trance. We took off our helmets, but felt no elation at still being alive. My only conversation was to keep asking the turret gunner if he could see any B-25s trying to catch up, like Wilkins, Mackey or Trout. I slowed the flight down to about 170 mph to allow Patton's damaged plane to keep up. Even at that slow speed, we passed several P- 38s on single engine trying to limp back toward New Guinea as far as they could go before ditching. (The PBY Catalinas did recover a number of downed pilots along the path home that afternoon and the next day.) Each was close enough to wave to us and we gave them the thumbs up "Good Luck" symbol. Gradually the physical and emotional stain of the mission set in. The last thirty minutes of the flight took forever. The five 8th Squadron ships landed straight into Dobo strip from off the water and I taxied in with shaking knees. At my plane's revetment Col. Downs, the 3rd Group CO and a close personal friend, and Capt. Rig Baldwin waited with visible glee. They had heard at Group Operations the enroute preliminary strike report that the 90th Squadron had sent in, and they were anxious to find about what the 8th had done. The fact that I had only five ships taxi in didn't sink in on them at the moment. Jimmy was giving me the old two hands over the head" victorious boxer sign and Rig gave me a gleeful "thumbs up" as I swung the plane around and cut the switches. It was after 4:30 o'clock and we had been in that damn coffin for almost 10 hours on a 6:00 hour flight to hell and back with little hope for any good results and, as yet, uncertain losses of our own. (Trout and Keyes in their wounded plane managed somehow to avoid the Jap fighters picking off stragglers and limped back to land about 15 minutes behind us.) I was so stiff and wrung out emotionally, that I could barely get out of the plane. During debriefing Captain Baldwin was astonished at how the 13th Squadron had gotten so mixed up on the approach and at how none of us saw what happened to Wilkins' and Mackey's planes. We turned in unenthusiatic damage claims for our bombing and strafing runs, and the tail cameras later verified our poor results. For two days we kept hoping that each phone call to the Squadron Headquarters would be from a Navy PT boat squadron or a PBY squadron or even a submarine headquarters saying that Wilkins and Mackey had somehow been snatched out of the Harbor or picked up off a remote beach on the south coast of New Britain. The realization that Ray Wilkins, the one pilot who had outlasted all others in the Southwest Pacific and for 23 months had dodged that bullet bearing his name, was lost in action finally set in.
I'm sure General Kenney, a former 8th Squadron commander himself, felt a personal loss at Ray's death as did his squadron mates who certainly respected his memory and his dedication to duty.

Shortly after November 2, 1943, Colonel Downs was transferred to First Air Task Force, and Henebry was made Group CO. My departure orders came through and I was in Brisbane by November 15th and back in the States by December 1st. The 8th Squadron never flew another B-25 mission. Captain Radnik was made Squadron CO and the 8th Sqdn.got 20 new A-20's by mid November. Dick Ellis followed Henebry as 90th Squadron CO. and later as Group CO. Both had brilliant WWII records with the 3rd Group as well as later in their military careers. I often wonder to what heights Ray Wilkins could have climbed had our November 2, 1943, Simpson Harbor mission gone as planned.

The foregoing chronicle of events is as true and correct as I can recall or reconstruct. I have made no attempt to aggrandize anyone or conversely to discredit, disparage or denigrate anyone in expressing my opinions. I have tried to faithfully "tell it like it happened". I regret that I did not keep a better record of the enlisted air crew members in the 8th Squadron. This failure should not be interpreted as any lack of appreciation of their courage and unselfish contributions. It was just a fact of life that we did not have set crews with whom you flew every day during my 13 months in the 8th Squadron.

William. H. Webster B/Gen. USAF Ret.
6/15/1989

This is an excerpt from a letter General Webster sent Larry Hickey IHRA on June 15, 1989.
 

Richard L. Walker 13th Squadron 11/2/1943


Late in October 1943, the Japanese began to assemble a major naval force at Rabaul New Britain. The purpose of this assembly was probably to reinforce their positions on New Guinea or Bouganville where they had suffered earlier defeats and loss of territory. On the 2nd of November, the Fifth Air Force was directed to attack this force which was assembled in Simpson Harbor at Rabaul. We earlier had success in attacking shipping by low level bombing using converted B-25 medium bombers equipped with eight forward firing 50 caliber machine guns plus bombing mechanisms that us allowed us to drop our bombs at tree top level. The plan by the Allies was to use this force to attack the Japanese armada at Rabaul.

I was a member of the 13th Squadron of the 3rd Attack Group, one of the two converted B-25 groups designated to carry out the attack. Rabaul was a heavily defended Japanese installation, probably second only to the bastion at Truk. Reconnaissance reports indicated that there were about 200 fighters based at Rabaul and these had been reinforced by 200 or more additional fighters flown in from the Japanese base at Truk. There were numerous anti aircraft artillery batteries stationed all around the harbor and there were several heavily armed warships in the harbor itself. About the only way you can defeat a determined air attack is to destroy all the attacking aircraft before they get to the target. It takes a lot of defense to accomplish this, but the Japanese were obviously going to try.

The morning briefing conducted prior to takeoff was a very somber affair. Hearing the latest word on the extent of the Japanese defenses was pretty much a prediction that all of us would not be coming home. The twelve crews that were assigned to fly the mission sat grey faced and quiet during the briefing. The attack was to be carried out by waves of bombers attacking by Squadrons in file with twelve airplanes per squadron flying in a line abreast sweeping across Simpson Harbor. My Squadron was the second Squadron scheduled in. Our approach was “up the chute” the channel between New Britain and New Ireland.. We formed up from four three ship elements into an eleven ship line abreast while going northeast using the hills in that area to shield us from anti aircraft fire prior to turning south to attack. We were under fighter attack as we approached our turning point. Major Wilkins, who was the leader of our three squadrons was shot down while we were still approaching the turning point. I was the inside man in my Squadron line and there were only two ships in my element because the leader of our three ship element, our Squadron Operations Officer, had turned back to home shortly after take off. Wheeling a line of eleven airplanes into a wide turn while flying line abreast puts a lot of pressure on the inside man. Carrying a heavy bomb load and making a tight turn without stalling out or getting ahead of the rest of the line is tricky, so just before we reached our designated turning point, together with my wing man,(because our element leader had turned back, I was now the element leader) I initiated a turn. When I completed my turn and started my bomb run I looked for the rest of my squadron and the only thing I saw was my Wing Man going down. Our Squadron Commander for some reason, never turned in to attack. Instead he circled the city and dropped his bombs somewhere other than against the shipping. The rest of the squadron followed him and none of them never hit the target. By that time I was out in the harbor alone. Prior to this, my heart was in my mouth. To say I was scared, would be an understatement, but for some reason, at this point I was now more calm. Maybe it was because I was resigned to my fate or because I was fully occupied concentrating on my bomb run, I don’t know, but I quickly reasoned that my best chance to survive was to stay low where I was a difficult target while flying between ships rather than above them. I maneuvered among the ships flying as low as I could concentrating on staying between the ships and then lined up on a merchant vessel. That ships superstructure looked like the empire state building towering in front of me, but I drove in, released my bombs and hauled back on the yoke, the plane zoomed up in a steep climb and barely cleared the ships superstructure. We made a good hit and photos taken from the rear of my airplane show smoke and debris in the air as my bombs exploded. I immediately got back down on the deck and after a minute or two I was out of the harbor and on my way home. Later photos from following aircraft show the ship I attacked sinking stern down (photo attached). In reality however, I think that I was fortunate to be the only attacker in the harbor at the time because I was not easily spotted by the Jap fighters while I was flying among the ships and as a result, they focused more on the large incoming flights following mine. I don’t know what happened to my squadron. I never saw them again until I got home. I made the return trip alone.

According to one report, on that day, we lost 45 airmen killed or missing. Eight B-25s and nine P-38s shot down and several more suffered major damage. A couple made crash landings on the way home and were rescued, but the rest of my flight was uneventful and my only damage was a couple of bullet holes from small arms fire. I believe that we survived in spite of the confusion and danger because there was an unseen hand in the cockpit that gave us confidence and guided us safely through this “Valley of Death“. To this day, for some unknown reason, I believe that I was protected.

Shortly after this event, as a result of the Squadrons poor performance, our Squadron Commander and Operations Officer were sent home and a new Commander brought in from another Squadron. I was appointed as the new Operations Officer and promoted to Captain. I eventually became Squadron Commander and at the tender age of 24, was promoted to Major.

"Incidentally, my wing man that went down was Lt. John Cunningham. As an added note, my copilot on that mission was a Lt. Sam Norris. Later Sam checked out in the A-20 and was shot down during a mission to Kavieng."
 

Col. Richard L. "Dick" Walker  USAF Ret.

 

 IN MEMORIAM


B-25D-1  41-30311  3rd Bombardment Group (L)  8th Bombardment Squadron (L)


Pilot  Major Raymond H. Wilkins, 0-429531
Co-Pilot  2/Lt Robert E. Murphy, O-675105
Navigator  2/Lt Howard R. Bunce, O-800683 
Turret Gunner  T/Sgt Miles L. Rowe, 19010433
Radio Gunner  S/Sgt George H. Chamberlain 32382962


B-25C  41-12998   3rd Bombardment Group (L)  8th Bombardment Squadron (L)

Pilot  1/Lt William C. Mackey, O-439668
Co-Pilot  2/Lt James W. McCann, O-742753 (MIA / KIA)
Turret Gunner  S/Sgt Harold J. Corbridge, 16051472 (MIA / KIA)
Radio Gunner  Sgt Thomas E. Priddy, 35208711 (MIA / KIA)


B-25D-10  41-30213  3rd Bombardment Group (L) 13th Bombardment Squadron (L)

Pilot  1st Lt John Cunningham, O-727419 (MIA / KIA)
Co-Pilot  2nd Lt Charles R. Thomas O-795512 (MIA / KIA) FL
Turret Gunner  S/Sgt John A. Manconi, 12125576 (MIA / KIA) NY
Radio Gunner  S/Sgt Edward L. Kearney, 32418090 (MIA / KIA) NY