Trexx
30th May 2007, 04:48
Hi guys,
I last Sunday I met a Gentleman named Elmer that was a P-38 pilot in the ETO. He was checking out the CH-53. That was my post, to make sure folks didn't fall off the ladder. He had denim jacket with a few P-38 patches on it that made a great ice breaker.
I told him about the interesting assessments regarding the P-38 currently being discussed in a friendly forum. I mentioned the kill ratio comparisons between Pacific and European operations. His eyes got big... I told him the thoughts about, "cock-pit heating... pilot work-load...". He said the L version was the last type to see combat and that it was "easiest to manage" but it was still a cramped, cold and conceded that there was plenty of work for the pilot in there.
He, at one point was in Italy doing work with the 15th Air Force. He related a mission near Anzio to me. There, he was an F-5 (highspeed-reconnaisance P-38) pilot. "There was NO heater in the cock-pit on the F-5. The heater was directed to the camera compartment to keep the cellulous from breaking in the cold." The cock-pit had a windscreen defroster vent only.
He was assigned one day to 'mark the target' for the bombers. (I figured, "before" photos). When he was going through 'start-up', the magneto settings weren't right, so he opted to take an alternate airplane. He got airborne behind schedule. He'd have to pass the bomber formation. He said that, "you never fly under the bombers" so he went 33,000 ft to go over the top of em'. While overtaking the B-24s, He spotted four P-38s diving down upon him aligned in a train... He said, "always fly into the attack, we were told". Pouring on the coals, he climbed into them. He said the first two, "went into terminal dives out-of-control as they went by him". This is where I stopped him, and asked, "WHY the F are you being attacked by PEE-THIRTY-EIGHTS?" "Because the Germans, at that time, were regularly using captured aircraft to attack us" he told me. He went on to explain the IFF radio transponder systems that were in place because of those "Damn, Dirty Rats". While eluding the remaining attackers, he used his radio to get help. At this point he had lost them. But after getting the appropriate frequency, he made contact with the now unseen pursuers. "You the Jack Rabbit we'd been chasin?" a shrill, Southern Lousianna voice asked. "That'd be me", Elmer let them know. Coming up now about 100 ft off his port wing the pilot from Lousianna asks, "What you got in that thing, Jack?"... Elmer quipped, "It's not what's in it, it's what's not in it!, I've got just about fifty miles an hour more than your mounts. " Woo-ee!" the Southerner replied.
Time was too limited unfortunately on the tarmac on Sunday.
We both wanted to go on and go over more details, so he invited me to a meeting of the "Fork Tailed Devils Club" that gets together monthly down the hill from me once a month for breakfast. I can't wait for that.
Elmer is 88 years old, of slight build but walks tall and has a crushing handshake. I'm looking forward knowing these "Fork Tailed Devils".
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I last Sunday I met a Gentleman named Elmer that was a P-38 pilot in the ETO. He was checking out the CH-53. That was my post, to make sure folks didn't fall off the ladder. He had denim jacket with a few P-38 patches on it that made a great ice breaker.
I told him about the interesting assessments regarding the P-38 currently being discussed in a friendly forum. I mentioned the kill ratio comparisons between Pacific and European operations. His eyes got big... I told him the thoughts about, "cock-pit heating... pilot work-load...". He said the L version was the last type to see combat and that it was "easiest to manage" but it was still a cramped, cold and conceded that there was plenty of work for the pilot in there.
He, at one point was in Italy doing work with the 15th Air Force. He related a mission near Anzio to me. There, he was an F-5 (highspeed-reconnaisance P-38) pilot. "There was NO heater in the cock-pit on the F-5. The heater was directed to the camera compartment to keep the cellulous from breaking in the cold." The cock-pit had a windscreen defroster vent only.
He was assigned one day to 'mark the target' for the bombers. (I figured, "before" photos). When he was going through 'start-up', the magneto settings weren't right, so he opted to take an alternate airplane. He got airborne behind schedule. He'd have to pass the bomber formation. He said that, "you never fly under the bombers" so he went 33,000 ft to go over the top of em'. While overtaking the B-24s, He spotted four P-38s diving down upon him aligned in a train... He said, "always fly into the attack, we were told". Pouring on the coals, he climbed into them. He said the first two, "went into terminal dives out-of-control as they went by him". This is where I stopped him, and asked, "WHY the F are you being attacked by PEE-THIRTY-EIGHTS?" "Because the Germans, at that time, were regularly using captured aircraft to attack us" he told me. He went on to explain the IFF radio transponder systems that were in place because of those "Damn, Dirty Rats". While eluding the remaining attackers, he used his radio to get help. At this point he had lost them. But after getting the appropriate frequency, he made contact with the now unseen pursuers. "You the Jack Rabbit we'd been chasin?" a shrill, Southern Lousianna voice asked. "That'd be me", Elmer let them know. Coming up now about 100 ft off his port wing the pilot from Lousianna asks, "What you got in that thing, Jack?"... Elmer quipped, "It's not what's in it, it's what's not in it!, I've got just about fifty miles an hour more than your mounts. " Woo-ee!" the Southerner replied.
Time was too limited unfortunately on the tarmac on Sunday.
We both wanted to go on and go over more details, so he invited me to a meeting of the "Fork Tailed Devils Club" that gets together monthly down the hill from me once a month for breakfast. I can't wait for that.
Elmer is 88 years old, of slight build but walks tall and has a crushing handshake. I'm looking forward knowing these "Fork Tailed Devils".
Stand-by...