WOLFPACK AT WAR
Their motto was Cave Tonitrum — Beware the Thunderbolt!
As the survivors of the 56th Fighter Group straggled back in over the field their commanding officer came down out of the control tower to meet them. Lt. Col. Hubert "Hub" Zemke had listened in helplessly as, over German-occupied Holland, his men met the enemy for the first time. This was April 1943, and the Luftwaffe was still a formidable fighting force; from the confused radio traffic Zemke could tell the combat had not gone well. Missing from the running commentary was the voice of Major Dave Schilling, the 62nd Squadron commander to whom Zemke had entrusted the mission. Now, as Schilling’s plane put down, Zemke took a jeep over to find out what had gone wrong.
The major’s fighter, Hairless Joe, had taken some hits. But the radio, Schilling explained, had gone out before the Group ever reached the Dutch coast. Rather than abort, the dashing but impetuous Schilling had retained command, and upon sighting a pair of bandits had led the 62nd’s attack. Scoreless, ambushed by Messerschmitt Bf 109s and Focke-Wulf FW 190s, they and the Group’s two remaining squadrons, the 61st and 63rd, belatedly escaped back over the Channel. Many of the missing pilots, their aircraft running low on fuel, had simply set down at the first English airfields they came across, but two did not return. It had been, as Zemke later recalled, "an ignominious combat debut."
Another commander might’ve taken it as an indictment of his own leadership skills. Zemke had joined the 56th only the previous year, a 28-year-old lieutenant with experience only as a combat observer in Great Britain and as a fighter pilot instructor in Russia, whose uncle died flying for Germany in 1916 and two cousins on the Russian Front while Zemke was in Moscow. In the rapidly-expanding U.S. Army Air Force, however, promotion came easily and he’d risen quickly to captain, major, and ultimately command of the Group. That the 56th lost 18 men even before shipping for England he attributed to the combination of inexperienced, gung-ho flyboys and a brand-new, trouble-prone fighter—Republic’s P-47 Thunderbolt, the "Jug."
"The pilots were all eager young fellows who thought the Thunderbolt was a terrific fighter simply because they had flown nothing else," said Zemke. Above 20,000 feet the P-47 was capable of 400 mph and the quickest roll of any fighter in the U.S. inventory, but even with a turbo-supercharged Pratt & Whitney R-2800 Double Wasp radial capable (in later models) of 2,800 horsepower, it required almost a half-mile run just to get 50 feet off the ground. "Accelerated poorly and climbed not too much better from a slow airspeed," noted Zemke. "Overall the P-47 was a big disappointment."
In England the 56th took over an ex-RAF grass strip at Horsham St. Faith, Norfolk. (Transferring command to now-Lt. Col. Zemke, Schilling, and pilots Goldstein, Shiltz and Altschuler, the RAF station chief grinned, "Sounds like I’m handing over to the Luftwaffe!") Equipped with new P-47Cs, they joined the 4th F.G. on a couple of "Rodeos"—fighter sweeps intended to lure the Luftwaffe into combat, but Zemke aborted due to an oxygen-system malfunction. And on the Group’s first "Ramrod"—a bomber-escort mission, for which the P-47, with its blunt, high-drag nose and resultant short range, had never been designed—his own radio went out. (Due to faulty ignition systems early-model P-47s suffered from inordinate radio static.) His men bounced some bogeys over Walcheren Island and knocked one down—realizing too late the fighters were British.
In all fairness the RAF had strayed from its assigned area, and in the heat of combat even experienced pilots failed at aircraft recognition. But in view of his Group’s dismal record (and aware his two aborts could be construed as failure of nerve rather than equipment) Zemke, upon his promotion to bird colonel, suspected he’d be bumped upstairs to make room for a more capable group commander.
Finally, on June 12, the 56th flew another Rodeo, 20,000 feet above Pas de Calais. German Jagdgeschwader (Fighter Wing) 26 had made these skies so much its own that its pilots were known to Allied airmen as "the Abbeville Boys." But by flying 10,000 feet lower than usual, the Group caught JG 26 by surprise: Over Ypres, Belgium, Schilling led the 62nd’s Blue Flight down after a Staffel (squadron) of FW 190s, but as the Jerries scattered, a schwarm (flight of four) looped around into kill position on Blue Flight’s tails.
Still up-sun, Capt. Walt Cook saw the trap and led Yellow Flight down to the rescue. He opened fire on the trailing Focke-Wulf from 300 yards. "Suddenly a big ball of fire appeared on his left wing and then black smoke poured out," recalled Cook. "He rolled to the left, went over on his back in a gentle roll, and then went into a violent spin, with smoke pouring out from the fuselage and wing. At no time did the pilot take evasive action, and I believe he was killed."
The next day, again over Ypres, Zemke led the 61st down behind a schwarm of Focke-Wulfs, pulling within 200 yards of the enemy No. 4: "A split second after firing, the fuselage burst into flames and pieces of the right wing came off." The No. 3 twisted away with only minor hits on the starboard wing tip, but the No. 2 "sat in the gunsight as one would imagine for the ideal shot. Again, when the trigger was pulled this aircraft exploded with a long sheet of flame and smoke."
Meanwhile the 61st’s Lt. Bob Johnson, an aggressive Oklahoman chafing in the "Tail-End Charlie" slot of his flight, left formation to make a solo attack, on the enemy leader no less. "I didn’t think that this was a Focke-Wulf, or that the man inside was a German, or that if he managed to whirl that black-crossed airplane around, then four cannon and two heavy guns would be hurling steel and explosives at me."
Johnson flamed the FW 190 with his first burst, but for abandoning formation received chewings-out from his flight leader, Lt. Jerry Johnson (no relation), his squadron leader, Maj. Francis "Gabby" Gabreski, and finally Zemke himself, whose leadership style had not been softened by his double kill. "I doubt I endeared Bob to his group commander," reflected Zemke. "Privately, it was good to know I had pilots of such aggressive calibre."
As it turned out, all four men were to race each other in downing German aircraft. For the time being Johnson swore, "The Krauts are going to have to shoot me out of formation."
Col. Francis 'Gabby' Gabreski
28 victories in WW II
6 ½ victories in Korea
Two weeks later he made good on his promise. His P-47, Half Pint, was again bringing up the rear when Johnson spotted 16 more fighters above and behind—Focke-Wulfs, the Abbeville Boys, diving in for the kill. He called them out to the rest of the Group but for a fateful second nobody moved. Johnson held position, a perfect target, as the Germans raked him with fire—and then his P-47 was spinning downward, out of control, with the canopy jammed shut, trapping him in a cockpit full of fire.
The speed of his dive blew the flame out. Johnson managed to coast his crippled mount toward the Channel. Just when he thought he’d made good his escape, a lone FW 190 slotted in behind him. Unable to dogfight but unwilling to just sit there and take it, Johnson used his lack of speed to force the Focke-Wulf into an overshoot. Easily evading his fire, the German circled back to shoot him up twice more. Still Half Pint refused to go down; finally the German gave up, rocked his wings in grudging salute and turned back. With 21 cannon hits and more than 100 bullet holes in his Jug, Johnson made it across the Channel to a no-flaps, no-brakes landing at the RAF base at Manston, near Dover, ground-looping to a stop between two parked Hawker Typhoons. That day the 56th scored two kills, including one by Kentucky quail hunter Jerry Johnson, but lost four of its own.
In July, with a bomber group taking over Horsham St. Faith, Zemke’s men relocated to a half-built base at Halesworth, near Norwich. With this second-rate treatment in mind Zemke flew down to a gripe session by 8th Air Force bomber commanders. The 4th Bomb Wing’s Col. Curtis LeMay (chief of the post-war Strategic Air Command), complained that the only fighters he’d seen so far "all had black and white crosses on them," but declared his bombers would carry on "with or without fighter escort." Later, in the officers’ club, another bomber general stated he "wouldn’t pay a dime a dozen for any fighter pilots."
Zemke hurled his pocket change at the man’s feet: "Here, General, this is all I have handy at the moment. Any time you have a couple a dozen fighter pilots handy send them my way. We can sure use them." Then he jumped in his Jug and buzzed the place.
The bomber crews had good reason to be edgy: They were about to depart on one of their bloodiest missions, the first Schweinfurt-Regensburg raid. Escorting the B-17s part-way to Schweinfurt, the 56th returned to Halesworth and took on 200-gallon, pressed-paper ferry tanks converted for combat use. These upset the Jug’s handling and didn’t feed well in the low air pressure above 20,000 feet, but they gave the Thunderbolts enough range to meet the bombers over Germany.
They proceeded to teach a Staffel of twin-engined Messerschmitt Bf 110 night fighters (Me 110s to American fighter pilots) not to venture out in daylight. "The 61st came screaming down from the front and caught an Me 110 right over the last box of bombers," Zemke recalled. "Two P-47s shot at this guy at the same time—sixteen guns firing—and both of them hit him simultaneously. That Me 110 blew up as I’ve never seen anything blow up and fell, on fire, directly through the bomber formation...without hitting one of them."
Bob Johnson estimated the fireball at 2000 feet across. "For several seconds the German pilot tumbled in mid-air, within the flames.... He looked up...at the fire licking greedily at the edges of his parachute. ...The silk was a fiery streamer. Twenty thousand feet to go without a parachute."
One of the Bf 110 shooters was Jerry Johnson, who downed two more Germans in quick succession—the 56th’s first triple kill, except that he had to split credit for the Messerschmitt. (Two days later Johnson got a Bf 109, which would’ve made him the 56th’s first ace. Instead his score stood at 4 1/2.)
Zemke, having gotten a Bf 110 himself, estimated the combat at no more than seven minutes long, but at that distance from base fuel was already running low and he ordered a return home. From well to the north, however, Capt. Walker "Bud" Mahurin called back, "We’ve got ’em cornered. There’s plenty for everyone. Come on up this way."
Soon after the Zemke’s run-in with Bomber Command, Mahurin had formated a little too closely with one of the new Consolidated B-24 Liberators and his Thunderbolt’s tail had been sucked into the bomber’s props; the multiple-engined B-24 straggled home but Mahurin barely escaped from his falling Jug. Now he saw his chance to make amends—a Focke-Wulf above the bombers, preparing to turn down into them. "I sneaked up behind it and started to fire from about 300 yards closing to 200 yards. It blew up."
Mahurin and his wingman circled up through the bomber stream onto the tail of a second FW 190. "We followed him until he started to make a turn into the front end of the bombers, when I took a deflection [angled] shot at him and watched him blow up."
Not one to hold a grudge, Zemke recommended Mahurin for the Distinguished Flying Cross. Later it turned out one of his kills was none other than the commander of II Gruppe JG 26, Oberstleutnant (Lt. Col.) Wilhelm "Wutz" Galland, brother of the famous Luftwaffe General of Fighters Adolf Galland and himself a 55-victory Experte (ace). His body was found in his aircraft two months later, driven by the force of impact twelve feet into earth.
Bomber Command lost 60 of the 375 bombers on the mission. But the 56th, scoring 17 confirmed, one probable and nine damaged, prevented even more slaughter. "We had certainly broken up several German attacks," Zemke maintained. "It was the biggest go, by far, we’d had up to then and that day taught us a lot of lessons."
In August 1943 the 56th’s top guns began to distinguish themselves: Gabreski scored his first kill, Bob Johnson scored his second, and Zemke his fourth. In September he led the Group on its longest mission yet, a 250-mile Ramrod to Emden, Germany. (The P-47s had received new 75-gallon underwing tanks, made of metal and pressurized to feed at all altitudes.) Spotting a lone Focke-Wulf stalking a straggling B-17 several thousand feet below, Zemke dived and fired from 500 yards: "Immediately strikes were registered all over the aircraft. Surprisingly, the Focke-Wulf flew on in a straight line. Another burst brought smoke and flame and a third caused the left undercarriage leg to drop. Only then did the stricken plane fall away in a vertical dive. As no evasive action had been observed I concluded the first burst had killed the pilot."
That made Zemke the 56th’s first ace, by a narrow margin: Schilling, who hadn’t scored a victory in 52 missions, got two that same day and three more by October 10th, when Bob and Jerry Johnson each got their fifth. With four of the five American aces in the European Theater of Operations (at this time Maj. Eugene Roberts of the 78th F.G. claimed eight kills), the 56th never looked back, scoring its 100th kill, a Messerschmitt Me 210 (by now even Messerschmitt used the Me designation), on November 5th. On the 26th, during a Ramrod to Bremen, they scored an E.T.O. record: 23 confirmed, three probable and nine damaged, including two for Gabreski.
Not My Turn to Die
With over 210 bullet holes in his P-47 Thunderbolt, and various personal wounds, pilot Bob Johnson is seen limping back to base after a confrontation with sixteen FW-190's. During this lonely and sobering trip he encountered another FW-190 who kindly escorted him to the English Channel, but not before he emptied every one of his 7.9 mm rounds into Johnson's plane!
A second-generation Pole who’d flown a Curtiss P-40 Tomahawk during the Pearl Harbor attack and a Supermarine Spitfire Mk. IX with the Free Poles in RAF service, Gabreski barreled down on a pair of Bf 110s, which dived away—always a mistake against the Jug. "I closed in rapidly behind them and opened fire on one at about 700 yards range...suddenly I was right on top of the 110. I just barely had time to push the control stick forward and duck below the burning German fighter." Regaining height, Gabreski dived after a second Bf 110. "This time I slowed my approach slightly, though we were still traveling at about 420 mph when I opened fire from 600 yards. The 110 took solid hits in its wing root and rolled over into a death fall at 14,000 feet."
Kills four and five for Gabreski; Schilling and Cook also scored doubles (Cook likewise achieving ace status), and Mahurin got three more Bf 110s to become the E.T.O.’s first double ace. By March 1944, with 20 kills, he ranked as its highest scorer, with Bob and Jerry Johnson right behind him. The 61st Squadron became the first in the E.T.O. with over 100 victories to its credit; the Group’s tally stood at 300. That month the Luftwaffe lost 22% of its pilots, a blow from which it never really recovered, and the 56th flew a Ramrod all the way to Berlin and back without meeting a single enemy fighter.
Then, on the 27th, while shooting down a Dornier Do 217 bomber south of Chartres, Mahurin was hit by its rear gunner: "I could see the shadow of my airplane with a great long trail of black smoke following me." He bailed out and was last seen running for a treeline. (He made it back to England via the French underground and an RAF rescue plane, but was not permitted to risk capture—and the secrets of his escape—again; transferred to the Pacific Theater, he scored another kill, and 3 1/2 MiGs in the Korean War, before being shot down again and captured by the North Koreans.) And Jerry Johnson, with 18 kills to his credit, was hit by ground fire while strafing a truck convoy and taken prisoner after bellying in.
So the mantle of high-scorer passed to Bob Johnson. By early May, near the end of his tour, he led the E.T.O. with 25 victories, just one less than World War I ace Eddie Rickenbacker. Returning from his last mission, an uneventful Ramrod to Berlin on 8 May, he rolled onto the tail of a passing Bf 109. The Jerry banked left, but Johnson rolled inside his turn. "We were real close. Close enough that I could see the pilot look back over his shoulder as I opened fire. He went into a dive but I kept right on his tail pouring fire into him. Suddenly his left wing came off and the fighter spun in. That made 26!" When his Nos. 3 and 4 chased a flight of Focke-Wulfs into a cloud, only to reemerge with the Germans on their tails, Johnson scared off the lead FW 190 with a few bursts. "I swung my nose to bear on the second plane. Hits! All over the wings and wingroots, and there it was. Number Twenty-seven...my last mission couldn’t have been more perfect."
By now the Wolfpack, flying out of Boxted, Essex—and numbering more than 400 kills—had developed P-47 tactics to a high art, diving to the attack and zoom-climbing back to safety. From this evolved group tactics: a lead squadron flying low, covered by the second at medium altitude, with the third high up in reserve. Spreading out ahead of the bombers to sweep the skies clean of German fighters—the "Zemke Fan"—the 56th Fighter Group presented an awesome array of aerial firepower.
On June 27th Gabreski downed a Bf 109 to match Bob Johnson’s score, and on July 5th latched onto the tail of another near Evreaux: "We made three turns together at 3,000 feet. I fired several bursts at him, but the angle of deflection was extreme and I saw no hits. This joker was pretty good, but he made the classic mistake when he tried to break off by diving out of the fight." Seeing Gabreski rapidly close, the German pilot belatedly broke left. "I led him two rings of deflection in my gunsight, which placed him out of sight under my nose, and opened fire." The Messerschmitt came back into view smoking; another burst finished it off.
So Gabreski had 28 aerial kills (and 2 1/2 on the ground) and the E.T.O. a new high scorer, but like Johnson before him Gabby was nearing the end of his tour. On his last day, July 20th, he took time off from a Ramrod to Frankfurt to strafe Bassinheim Airfield and set a parked Heinkel bomber afire. "At that time our policy was to make one pass on an airdrome and get out, because the flak gunners were always ready and waiting if you tried to come back for more. But I figured the flak had been so light that I could get away with another pass."
Coming back in right down on the deck, Gabreski saw his tracers pass over another He 111. Without thinking he dropped the nose—and the P-47’s big paddle prop clipped the ground. With no hope of returning to England, Gabreski bellied into a wheat field and was captured. (He went on to fly North American F-86 Sabres over Korea—as Mahurin’s commanding officer—downing 6 1/2 MiGs.)
Francis "Gabby" Gabreski (center), returning from a mission over enemy territory in his P-47 Thunderbolt, is greeted by swarms of ground crewmen who wanted details of his latest exploit.
Of the 56th’s original aces, only Zemke and Schilling remained. Offered command of the 479th Fighter Group—P-38 Lightnings—Schilling refused ("Hell no, not P-38s") and was stunned when Zemke took it instead. "There was only one group Dave wanted...and deserved to command," felt Zemke. "And for me there was need of a new challenge, a new purpose...[but]...behind me was the greatest command of my service life." (By giving up his P-47 Zemke shortened his war. He scored two kills with the 479th, bringing his final aerial tally to 17 3/4, but on October 30th, on escort duty over Germany, his North American P-51 Mustang came apart in a thunderstorm. Zemke got out safely, only to be captured.)
His departure marked the Wolfpack’s darkest chapter. On September 17th they were handed the dirtiest ground-attack work of all: antiaircraft suppression, in support of the ill-fated Allied airborne invasion of Holland (Operation "Market Garden"). In two days of dueling with flak sites Schilling’s men took out 34 emplacements, but lost 17 P-47s destroyed and a dozen damaged. Two pilots became POWs; four were killed. The Group’s old nemesis, JG 26, got through the dazed P-47 fliers the next day to knock down 17 helpless troop transports.
Thankfully October 1944 was a quiet time for the 8th Air Force. The Luftwaffe was saving its precious planes and fuel reserves for the "grosse Schlag": the Great Blow, the Ardennes offensive, in which the Germans hoped to prevent the invasion of their Fatherland. As they planned, foul weather initially curtailed Allied fighter cover. Not until December 23rd could Schilling lead his men over the battleground, where he lost track of two consecutive enemy formations in the clouds. He angrily took to task his ground controllers, who replied, "Don’t worry about it! There’s bigger game on this heading!"
There was: a large enemy formation below and 40-plus ahead, including new Focke-Wulf FW 190D "long-nosed" high-altitude fighters. Sending the 61st and 63rd down to attack the Germans below, Schilling brought the 62nd around behind those ahead. "I managed to hit the right-rear Me 109 with about a 20-degree deflection shot at a range of about 700 yards." As the Messerschmitt dropped off, Schilling moved up on the next in line, setting it afire. "I then picked another and fired at about 1,000 yards and missed as he broke right and started to dive for the deck. At about 17,000 feet I had closed to about 500 yards and fired, resulting in a heavy concentration of strikes, and the pilot bailed out."
Now separated from his flight, Schilling spotted 35 to 40 Focke-Wulfs circling 1,000 feet below him. "I repeated the same tactics as before and attacked one from about 500 yards’ range." As the FW 190 went spinning downward Schilling latched onto a fifth, which put up more of a fight: "He immediately took violent evasive action, and it took me several minutes of maneuvering to get in a position to fire. I fired from about 300 yards above and to the left, forcing me to pull through him and fire as he went out of sight over the cowling. ...The pilot immediately bailed out."
Hooking up with a stray 63rd Sqn. pilot, Schilling looked for a sixth kill, but when his wingman was attacked broke off to help him out. Both escaped. When all the gun-camera film was sorted out the Wolfpack had chalked up its best day ever—34 enemy aircraft destroyed. Their tally now stood at over 800—25% of the 8th A.F. total. (Schilling, awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, soon moved up to join 65th Wing Headquarters, finishing the war as a full colonel with 22 1/2 aerial and 11 1/2 ground kills.)
After that the 56th’s only real challengers in the air were the new Me 262 jet fighters. The Wolfpack had downed jets before, with lucky passing shots or by catching them over their runways. They’d stuck with the Jug when all other groups went to P-51s, and were sole recipients of the P-47M—up-engined to produce 465 mph (more speed than a Mustang)—with which they accepted combat on the jets’ terms. On April 5th, 1945, a Wolfpack pilot actually ran down a 262 in a shallow dive. Attempting to out-turn the P-47, the German pilot was cut off and shot down.
On April 13th, the second anniversary of their first combat mission, the Wolfpack celebrated by savaging Eggebeck Airdrome. Coming across the field line-abreast at 400 to 450 mph, they fired more than 78,000 rounds of .50-caliber, destroying 91 enemy aircraft where they sat and making them the first 8th A.F. Group to surpass the magic number: 1000 destroyed.
Later this score was reduced, but the 56th Fighter Group finished the war with 992 1/2 confirmed kills, including 664 1/2 in the air—more than any other 8th Air Force fighter group. Furthermore they scored 58 probables, and 543 damaged in the air and on the ground. At war’s end a P-47M was exhibited under the Eiffel Tower, its nose emblazoned with the legend Zemke’s Wolfpack, 56th Fighter Group, 1000 Enemy Aircraft Destroyed!
Fitting tribute to Hub Zemke’s example: "A fighter pilot must possess an inner urge for combat. The will at all times to be offensive will develop into his own tactics. I stay with an enemy until either he’s destroyed, I’m out of ammunition, he evades into the clouds, or I’m too low on gasoline to continue the combat."
AVIATION HISTORY, July 1994
Donald A. Hollway
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Good morning, Snippy. How are things in Ohio?
Good morning EGC. I sound like a broken record. It is pouring down rain, thunderstorming again this morning and already over 70 degrees.
The storms have been rolling through for days. You know I think they said we had only 3 days it didn't rain in June. We are really having a strange year.
Good Morning radu. Good to see you.
Good morning. What a fantastic post today!
Good Morning Radu.
I think I'd enjoy watching the kitties try and figure out where that howl was coming from. LOL!
A Wolfpack Salute
.......FALL IN to the FReeper Foxhole! 
