
Shell Hit Flying Fortress
An explosive anti-aircraft shell hit a Flying Fortress piloted by Lt. Hack D. Whidden, 25, of Van Nuys, Calif., and Lt. Chuck R. Crowell, 22, Freeport, Ill., but they pressed home their attack, hit and probably sank a Japanese destroyer in the Battle of Midway.
Jack and Chuck told about it in these words:
"We saw our first action in the war the morning of June 4, when with our squadron we attacked the Japanese battle fleet 150 miles off Midway.
"We saw among other ships two heavy cruisers, and three carriers, one of them very large, with many destroyers weaving about. Actually we have to confess that the sight of the ships was a complete surprise to us."
Jack: "We were flying along following our squadron leader through the clouds. He ordered our plane to prepare to drop bombs. I thought that we were about to land or leastwise getting somewhere near bases and that the bombs were to be released to lighten the load so we could make it home okay. Our gasoline wasn't any too high at that point. Anyway we got ready to let the bombs go and just then we burst through the clouds and there were some 20 or 25 ships beneath us and all of them blazing away at us."
Too Mad To Be Scared
Chuck: "That ack-ack was plenty thick. In fact, very, very thick. We were down real low for planes of our type - Fortresses. I felt pretty scared."
Jack: "So did I feel scared for a few minutes. We saw the first burst of anti-aircraft shot off to the right and I threw up my right arm instinctively to cover my face as if boxing. Then I got mad. So did Chuck. And from then on we were too mad to be scared."
Chuck: "That is, until we got back home and began thinking the whole thing over."
Jack: "Anyway, this stuff was getting pretty thick. We were flying right through it. Then an explosive shell hit our left wing. It cut the main spar and wrecked the flaps and damaged the ailerons. The cockpit suddenly filled up with smoke. It smelled like firecrackers. We thought for a while that we were on fire. [Some duplication here omitted.] That shell knocked down our rear gunner, but he got up again and told me over the phone that he could see a lot of holes in our left wing."
Chuck: "I remember the sound of that shell. It went 'ker-poom' and waves of hot air came up our legs."
Jack: "There was a destroyer directly [illegible] It was our target and believe me we were its target. That destroyer was really putting out. It must have thrown up 500 AA shells in 30 seconds. The sky was black with exploding shells."
Destroyer Squarely Hit
Chuck: "We kept going in and the bombardier laid one right on the stern of that destroyer. We could see the explosion and it was smoking badly as we pulled away."
Jack: "Then two Zeros got after us. The tail gunner got the first one, which went down in flames. The side and rear gunners knocked the hell out of the second Zero. Then we were more or less alone in the air as far as the enemy were concerned and had time to look over our situation."
Chuck: "Our situation wasn't any too good. Our flaps were shot away. The left wing was a little wobbly. One motor wasn't functioning right. It was heading for a strange field on a small island."
Jack: "I believe it was pure luck that got us back plus, of course, smart navigation and swell leadership by our group commander, Capt. Earnest Manniers (?) of Hartford, Conn. Our flight never broke formation and we landed okay."
Jack and Chuck: "Those B17s will win the war."
Both also would like to get back into action against the Japanese and "don't expect any heavier fire than they have already have experienced."