16 CCU ADVENTURES

Emblem of First Motion Picture Unit

DECEMBER 1943


India Revisited

Stewart B. Dale & Herbert G. Johnson

5 - 7 December 1943

(as told by Lt. Johnson)

About the 20th of November, 1943, secret verbal orders were received to report to 374th Squadron of the 308th Bomb Group at Chenkung [at other end of the lake, about 50 miles south of Kunming]. Lt. Dale and I reported with bags packed for two weeks, and with cameras, which included K-20, 35mm Eyemo and Victor 16mm, also a C-3. The whole Bomb Group left the next day for India, stopping at Chabua on the way, and arrived at bases near Calcutta without any trouble. The 374th Squadron, to which we were attached, was based at Panaghar, India. There we moved into tents and checked our equipment.

Two days later, we started on a series of bombing missions in combination with the 10th A.A.F. based in India. The objectives were in Burma - the primary target being Rangoon, secondary and tertiary targets being Insein and Akyab. From the standpoint of the number of planes involved, these were the largest missions ever flown in the CBI theater. There were approximately sixty B-24s on the Rangoon raids, escorted by P-51s, P-38s and P-40s. Zero's and anti-aircraft fire were encountered over Rangoon and a few B-24s and fighters were lost- but the raids caused much damage to enemy installations. Planes which, for any reason, had to turn back before reaching Rangoon, dropped their bombs on Akyab. Much damage was done there and large fires were started. There was also one mine-laying mission. We laid a series of mines in the mouth of the Salween River at Moulmein - mines which later destroyed considerable enemy shipping.

By the 2nd of December, the series of raids was completed. We were told that we had earned a rest and could go into Calcutta for three days. Lt. Dale and I were there December 5th, 6th, and 7th. When we drove into Calcutta on the December 5th, the Japs were raiding the place but we didn't know it. We saw the sky full of flack bursts, but thought it was just practice. At the time though, we thought it strange that the streets were so deserted, so continued to drive into the Grand Hotel. The next day, we inspected the damage down at the river docks. The 6th of Dec. was my birthday and a quart of Champagne was bought ($20.00) in celebration.

After returning to Panaghar, we stayed there for two days more and on the 10th of Dec., Lt. Dale and I took off with a crew that was flying to Agra to pick up a new airplane. We spent three days there, then flew the new ship back to Chabua. We arrived there in the evening and gassed up for the Hump jump. We started over [the Hump], but 45 minutes out, at 18,000 feet we were jumped by a Jap night-fighter. We turned around in a hurry, as our new plane had no ammunition, and headed back for Chabua as fast as possible. We landed safely, stayed overnight and the next day returned to Chengkung. This was the 15th of December.

 


UNDER ATTACK

18 December 1943

(excerpted from Monthly History, Dec. 1943)

The day of December 18th is one that will not be easily forgotten in the minds of the 16th’s men – for this was the day upon which they received their “Baptism of Fire.” It was an entirely new experience in their young lives.

The saying that has come out of this war that “There are no atheists in a foxhole” proved quite true. Maybe the men didn’t utter prayers out loud, but within their minds, they were thinking, praying, hoping, that one of the Jap bombs would not have their name scribble on its side. No, they were by no means cowards. The fact that they risked their lives time and time again while flying on bombers over territory held by the enemy disproved any such thought. It was just natural for them to be afraid – a perfectly normal reaction that takes place with anyone viewing the sight of oncoming danger.

The enemy knew well, from its intelligence sources, that the Americans had but twenty-one fighters based at Kunming Air Base at the time. The China theater was a relatively new one for American forces and as yet, only a small amount of men, supplies and aircraft had been flown over the Himalayas. The Japanese came over in fairly large numbers – flying an eighteen bomber formation, accompanied by fifty of their top-notch fighter planes as top-cover. Some damage to the field was sustained; the motor pool received a few direct hits, and the Twenty-Sixth Fighter Squadron’s Alert Shack was destroyed by a falling bomb. The damage to the runway and taxi-strips was minor – coolies being able to fill the bomb craters in as short a period as one hour after the raid. Some of the telephone line were downed and communications were interrupted for several hours, until Signal Corps men and Chinese communications troops were able to make the proper connections in good working order once again.

No casualties were suffered by the American troops stationed at the field.

The small amount of fighter protection that the field was able to muster with so short a notice accounted very well for themselves in aerial dog fights with the enemy over the field. It provided quite a spectacle for the men on the ground in slit trenches and fox holes. It was almost like a wrestling or boxing match back home, with the men cheering on our side to victory. Five of the enemy’s plans were confirmed as destroyed, while nine were probably destroyed and five damaged. One of our intercepting Shark-mouthed P-40s was damaged. All in all, the score was about even.

The first daylight raid attempted by the Nipponese over Kunming since the arrival of the American combat flyers was over and all of us crawled out of our holes and went back to work