Trenches and Truce Tents

 

 



From the Lt. Col. Jack P. Williams Collection
courtesy of his daughter.

 

Maps

 

The Eighth Army Front Line - 30 April 1952

The Eighth Army Front Line - 31 October 1952

The Eighth Army Front - Eastern Sector - 31 March 1953

The Eighth Army Front - The West Sector - 31 March 1953

The Eighth Army Front Line - 27 July 1953

 

War Stories

 

Letter:
1Lt. Norman E. Duquette
Kimpo Airfield, Republic of Korea

3 Jan 52

Dear Louise, Jay & Jan --

The holidays are over & we are back to the normal workday. We flew steadily through the week. I have 74 missions now. Getting close to the end. We got bombed pretty thoroughly about three hours after welcoming of the New Year. I don't believe anyone was hurt. It sure was a pretty picture watching all of our anti-aircraft guns trying to shoot the airplanes down.

We were just about winding up a drunken song when the raid came about. Sure sobered up in a hurry though.

I've got another R&R coming up tomorrow. I feel as though I need a good rest this time. This ought to be my last R&R. I'm going to a rest hotel in Kyoto this time. Maybe the war will be over by the time I get back.

Got a letter from your Mom & your Dad today. That Christmas dinner you were fixing sounded good to me. I think I'll eat steadily for six months when I get home. Eat & sleep with you & play with the twirps. Boy that's going to be fun.

I'm going to send you a $100 tomorrow from Japan. I'm going to try [and] save two hundred by the first of next month to send you.

I've got to get my bag packed tonight. I got my laundry out this afternoon so I'll have plenty of clean clothes. I'll write again when I get into Japan. Goodnight for now sweetie. I love & miss you.

Duke


Letter:
1Lt. Norman E. Duquette
Kyoto, Japan

6 Jan 52

Dearest Louise --

Good morning! It's nearly noon. I just returned from an 1100 o'clock breakfast. Miller & I & two other guys from the squadron came on R&R together. We're staying at the Miyako Hotel in Kyoto [Japan]. It's a very beautiful hotel. It outdoes the Champlain Hotel in Plattsburg in luxury and beauty & size. It's located on the outskirts of town & is built on the side of a mountain, We have an enormous room on the sixth floor. It has large windows running the entire length of two sides of the room. We have a private bath & shower, stateside beds, living room set & felt drapes on the window. Really a nice place. It's very cloudy today. The clouds are sitting on top of the mountains. The grounds are very pretty. The hotel is built in such a way that we can walk outside from the sixth floor onto level ground. Up above there's a small stream & water flowing right through the yard. The grounds slope up from the sixth floor to the top of the hill and they are covered with moss and the green leaves of flowers, green grass & trees. They say that in summertime the hill is a mass of colored flowers. I wish I had a camera that I could take some pictures with. I think I'll buy one before I go home & take a load of pictures of Japan & Korea for you.

We have tennis courts, play rooms, libraries, barber shop, a fabulous bar room & an even more fabulous dining room, swimming pool, lounge and trinket shops all in the hotel. What a racket. The cost is out of this world also. $1.00 per day for room & 40c for a meal that would cost $3.00 in the states.

Well one more day of this and back to Korea. Finish my missions & back home. It'll be good to be with you again. I dreamed that I had just gotten home the other night. I broke down & bawled like a baby when I saw you and the twirps. It all seemed so real. I'm never going to leave you again. I love you & miss you so much that I'm lost without you. I don't seem real anymore. All of this seems like a bad dream that isn't really happening to me.

I'm going back to bed. I don't feel so good. I guess this gloomy weather has put me in the same state of mind.

I'll write again tomorrow. Say hello to your folks for me. I hope that gramps is on the road to recovery.

Say Hi to Jay & Jan, & give them the smooch that I'm sending.

Love, Duke


Letter:
1Lt. Norman E. Duquette
Kimpo Airfield, Republic of Korea

11 Jan 52

Dearest Louise Jay & Jan --

Got my 75th mission today. It was a beautiful but cold day. The weather has been lousy since I got back from R&R on the 8th. I had a good rest, plenty to eat, showers and got loaded a couple of times. It's much warmer in Japan. We had a good time on a sight seeing tour through the Imperial Residence in Kyoto & silk museum there. I bought some material for you that I thought was rather pretty.

It seems to be getting colder by the minute. My hands are stiff so please excuse the uncoordinated hand writing.

I've been busy a[s] heck on another project. We're building a bigger & better "Cottonpickers Club". I've also had to complete an inventory and book work for my personal equipment section.

It's a pretty night tonight. Clear as a bell. Probably get a goodnight greeting from bed check charlie tonight. The latest casualty report includes another man from 51-B. Lt. Lagoyda was killed last week. He's the guy who gave us a ride home with our groceries at Chandler once and the[n] we'd invariably run into his wife at the grocery store and she'd ride us home. He was shot up by MiGs and made it back to the field all right but crashed while trying to land.

I'm getting tired of all this and will be glad when I'm finished with it and can be back with you and my twirps. I'd hate to see the things that are happening to the poor miserable children her, happen to Jay & Jan. Poor kids are really pathetic. They're underfed, underclothed and homeless. I went into the orphanage and some of the kids were pathetic. We brought some clothes into them. It was cold and there were about a hundred kids in a building without a fire in it. I had heavy boots & two pairs of socks on & my feet were about frozen.

The kids were bare footed for the most part and at the most had a pair of enormous G.I. socks for their feet. Some of them are cute little tikes but the most are pathetic, runny nose sick kids. They sang us Christmas Carols at the top of their lungs in English in appreciation of the clothes we brought them. I'm glad this hasn't happened to America. God prevent it from happening.

I've just spent 20 minutes listening to "Radio Moscow & Radio Peking". They can certainly sling a load of propaganda in a short period of time. According to them we're a bunch of "Capitalistic Dogs", "War Mongers" "Aggressors", etc., etc. They tell us that we are loosing the war and that our officers do not report the correct number of casualties and that our material losses are tremendous. They tell how nice it is in they're prison camps. Wine, women and song to all who surrender. What a bunch of phonies. I get a kick out of listening to it. It's all ridiculous and it could be seen through by a child. I guess they think we are stupid.

Ah well 25 more missions and to hell with the whole mess. I'll have done my part. I'll be through with the whole stinking, rotten mess. Let some one else take my place here. Maybe if enough people get a taste of this mess we can prevent it from happening again. It's going to be good to get back home. I think I'll eat the first handful of Iowa I set foot onto. It's been nearly 5 1/2 months now since I last saw you. It seems more like years. God let me be with you again. I miss you.

I've got the early morning weather reconnaissance mission so had better get some sleep. I'll be off at about 7 o'clock. Just before daybreak. That means I'll have to get up about five. It's...[last page missing]

THE CARE PACKAGE

by
Ruffin W. Gray
Colonel, USAF (Ret)
Commander, 15th TRS -- Oct. ‘51 - May ‘52

Not everything during Korea was attuned to combat. During one of the roaming around treks, John Pell had come across one of the many orphanages that had sprang up all over the country. The many orphans – often just two or three years old - were at the mercy of the world; and a few kind souls were trying to take care of them and feed them. The lack of food and clothing was always a major problem. Seeing these little tykes really got to John and he wrote his wife in great detail about their plight. She in turn relayed the message to an Aunt who, as I recall, was a schoolteacher in a rather affluent town in Michigan. The story got to her also and she relayed the info to her class and other teachers. It mushroomed from there. Practically the whole town got behind it, and the school exhausted their entire treasury just for postage for sending many boxes of supplies and clothing.

John was totally unaware of this until he rotated a short time later and found out that a small shipload of boxes were on their way to Korea - all addressed to him! He sent me a panic note to intercede with the Post Office so that they wouldn't sending them back. I called the Post Office; explained the situation, and asked them to call when they packages arrived. In due course, I got a call from the post office and told them that I would send a jeep over to pick them up - at which point they said that maybe it had better be a 6 x 6.

There were enough supplies and clothes for about three orphanages. I got the Wing Chaplain to take them to about three orphanages, divide them up and take some pictures to send back to the kids in school who had made a lot of little Korean tykes live better.

Letter Copyright (C) 2000 Ernest R. Harden, III


 

16 Jan 52

Hi Troops --.

Wednesday again. My mission went O.K. the other day. We had a bit of a skirmish with MiGs but I got my pictures all right. The weather has been fine. I have 81 missions now. I got two yesterday and two today. Just about got it made. Nineteen more.

Got two letters from you this afternoon. I was very sorry to hear about your grandfather's death. He had a full life and it was too bad he had to suffer as long as he did. It's not right for people to have to get old and die. You work and enjoy living and learn so much in a life time. It's our most precious possession and we have to give it up. I certainly hope that there is a hereafter and that we can all get together again.

I don't know how the Peace Talks are coming along. I haven't heard any news for a couple of days. Latest casualty reports have three 51-C men on it. "Chuck" Moultsby was one of them. He was shot down near Suchon about two weeks ago. His parachute opened all right so he is probably a prisoner of war or is trying to work his way back to friendly territory.

I've got an early morning mission tomorrow so had better sack in. Goodnight for now. I love you and miss you.

Duke


Quonset Huts at Kimpo, Winter 51-52


"A-1 FOR MY TRIP HOME"

From a letter written by 1Lt Norman E. Duquette on 21 January 1952

21 Jan 52 [Monday]

1Lt N.E. Duquette, Jan 52 The beginning of another week and practically the finish of another month. I have 83 missions now. I haven't been flying for the past four days as I've had a cold and sore throat. I feel much better now as I went to the dispensary and got 300,000 units of penicillin and some orio[?] mycin pills. I quit smoking about a week ago. I guess the shock was too much for my system so it revolted and broke down with a cold. The weather has been stinkin again. Cold as heck one day then warm & wet the next. Two hours ago it was like spring outside. Since then it has rained, hailed and is now snowing flakes as big as half dollars.

Hi --

Back again. It's late in the evening. I've been working down in Personal Equipment until just a few minutes ago. I had a lot of inspections on parachutes and flying equipment to make. I'm pretty well caught up on all of them now so can relax on that score for a while.

It finally ended up snowing soft pellets about the size of marbles this evening. Certainly a variety of weather.

I went down to the orphanage in Seoul yesterday and brought them a whole truck load of scrap lumber. The people in charge were very pleased to get it. They took us in to the large one room school and had the children sing & dance for us. I enjoyed it very much. They had a choir of children ranging in age from four to nine years old. There were about twenty in the group and they sang "Twinkle Little Star" and "Roll Your Boat" in American plus a bunch of Korean songs. It really tugs at your heart to hear them. They sing so very loud and lustily and they're wasn't but one or two that didn't have a running nose and just a pair of stockings on their feet. They all seem so very brave and unconcerned with their pathetic selves. There were a couple that I thought I'd like to adopt. Really cute little twirps. I was thinking, all the while they were singing, about how much I could do for them if I had them in America. Poor tikes.

They have a long one story building for sleeping quarters. There is a top & sides to the building and it has windows and doors but no floor but hard earth. Their beds consist of a hole in the ground large enough for two twirps to crawl into and snuggle up. There's a stove in the room but they haven't any fuel for it. There are upwards of 400 children there.

One child about five had just come to the orphanage yesterday. Her father was killed last spring in one of the exchanges that Seoul made between friendly and enemy hands. Her mother had died the day before. The child cried consistently and walked around with her hands in a pair of trousers made of a G.I. blanket. She would walk all through the orphanage and open all the of the doors and peer in and ask for her mother. Each time she would turn away with renewed sobs and tears. She was just a tike. About the size of a normal two year old.

I wanted to get some pictures but I brought my camera in with me and left it in the glove compartment of the truck. When I came out to use it, it was gone. That and two bottles of my combat whiskey that I had brought into town to do some bartering for some material we need for the club.

The "Cottonpickers" Club is just about completed again. We should be able to open up again in about five days [26 Jan 52]. We've done some very professional carpentry on this club. We've built a fine bar, benches, tables and even have windows with glass in them. Glass is worth its weight in silver here. It cost us six bottles of whiskey for a dozen pieces of 24" x 36" glass. Whiskey sells for about $25.00 a fifth over here. Pilots get a combat ration free of charge. It amounts to about a fifth a month.

I've been rambling on here for an hour. It's getting late again so best I should go to bed. I'm physically intact once again so I want to keep that way so's I'll be A-1 for my trip home in the near future.

Goodnight once again sweethearts. I love and miss you.

Duke

P.S. Please send me Al's address as I would like to drop him a line.



"Returned to Writer"

January 20 1952

Good afternoon,

It's Sunday 3.55 p.m.--a bright cold beautiful day here in Iowa. How are you today, my sweet Hubby? I received a letter from you yesterday that you'd written on the 15th just before your Sinuiju mission. I hope by now you have reached almost the 90 mark so the next 10 will be less hazardous. When do you think you will get home? How long will you have to stay after finishing your missions? I wish you were all thru & back in the U.S.A. & that you'd be calling any minute for us to come & get you. Thank heaven it won't be long now till that day will be here. I can hardly wait & wouldn't if I didn't have to.

Jan is snoozing in her afternoon nap & Jay is dragging himself blearily about trying to keep awake. He hardly even takes a nap anymore & is really ready for the sack at night. He plays cowboy all day long & wears his rubber boots over bare feet. Have an awful time keeping him properly dressed. He sheds shoes, socks & overalls as he goes--too many coverings seem to hamper his wild cavortioris. I think it is high time you are coming home because Jan is beginning to call every man she sees in a magazine "Daddy". She likes to look at books as much as Jay does & loves to be read to. She talks more & more all the time & can sing several songs, really carries the tune, believe me! I think our little "Dummy" is going to be a very brilliant personage. (natch). She can say "Jay" but calls herself "Nannie", says "Mae" for Nellie Mae & "Papa" for Grandpa but when we ask her to say "Grandma" she will say, "Shhhhh"--

I'm so glad you had a good time in Japan--such luxuriant living. Makes me wish I were there with you basking in the lavish surroundings! It's a wonderful thing you do get time to rest in nice places once in awhile. I hope you can get some pictures taken before you come home & can sit & talk for hours about everything you saw. Gee it will be wonderful to have you home again. We will get a nice car & have a nice home fixed just like we want it. And you can come home at night to a nice comfy chair & Jay will bring you your slippers & pipe (?!) & I will bring you a nice tall glass of something cold in one of our new "red bamboo" iced tea glasses.

Jan has just charged flat footedly forth sleepy eyed with two enormous dolls under each arm. She's standing up on a chair beside me now yelling for colors and color book. Short pause--

Now both kids are painstakingly drawing & scribbling. Jay nearly sent Nellie Mae & I into incredulous shrieks a moment ago by drawing a very excellent picture of a bird & bringing it over and presenting it to me. I think it's damn good for a 3 yr. old. (Ah such geniuses). Inclosing it for fatherly inspection.



Gloria is coming home from the hospital today. Mrs. Danker is coming along fine & the Doctor is putting a "walking cast" on her leg next week--then she'll get to come home too.

Elaine & Log's middle boy has been very ill--ingrown hives & pneumonia--did you ever hear of such a thing? But is coming along fine now after nearly scaring them all to death. He came home last week from [the] hospital.

Have you heard from your Mom lately? Joe will soon be on his way home. I wonder where he will be stationed when he gets back.

Had a letter from Mrs. Ray which I am enclosing. I wonder if we'll be going back to So. Carolina.

The shadows are growing long on the lawn. It's 4:30 & soon will be dark again & your day will be just beginning. I'd like to go to Waterloo tomorrow. Usually go with Annabelle & ride back on the bus. I want to get some material for some shirts and shorts for Jay & Jan & get them made before you come home so they'll have plenty of clothes. Also have to get material for more nighties & diapers for wee new twirp. Just think, Honey, we'll soon have a nice family of five. I'm glad we are having a new baby now. Jan really likes babies, bet she'll smother it with affection. Jay calls her "The Little Mother". I wonder if he'll be like the other two with brown eyes & hair or maybe blond with blue eyes. Wouldn't that be funny! Seems I should have one child that people can tell is mine. Ha!

I'll close for now before the kids drive me crazy. They've been unreasonably good up to this point but are now fighting & scraping for attention. Take good good care of yourself, Sweetie. All our love to you always,

Lou Jay & Jan


The Eye and EE Kryer - 67th Tac Recon Wing
Vol. 1, No. 16 - 21 January 1952



"15th TRS Hits High in March of Dimes"

Eye & EE Kryer - 21 Jan 1952


"Chaplain's Corner"

Eye & EE Kryer - 21 Jan 1952


"Latrine Falls Prey to Conflagration"

Eye & EE Kryer - 21 Jan 1952


"Recce Queen to be Chosen"

Eye & EE Kryer - 21 Jan 1952



MISSION 87
26 January 1952

by
Norman E. Duquette
Lieutenant Colonel, USAF (Ret)

On my 87th mission, I flew a reconnaissance mission deep into North Korea. My primary target was an area of troop emplacements just north of the front lines and consisted of a requirement to photograph the area with vertical camera coverage in what is known as "mosaic photography". At any rate, my target area was covered with clouds precluding any aerial photography of that area. Having just barely become airborne and with nearly a full load of fuel, I proceeded to my secondary target area which was the airfield situated adjacent to the Chosen Reservoir.

This airfield had been used by our forces when they retreated from the Chosen Reservoir area when the Chinese entered the War. We had subsequently put the field out of commission with bomb strikes, but would do intermittent reconnaissance to ensure that it was not being used or repaired for use. I had made the run a couple of times before so it was a no brainer.

I headed north for the Hungnam area, a good navigational reference check point, en route to the reservoir. As I approached Hungnam, I noted a widespread layer of clouds north of Hamhung, directly between me and the reservoir. I decided to descend from my en route altitude of I suppose thirty thousand feet, to below contrail level so as to be underneath the clouds for a run into the target. In my decent over the marshaling yards north of Hamhung, I was just about at the base of the clouds and slipping underneath the cloud layer when I was hit by what I assumed to be AAA. However, as the saying goes, you never see the one that hits you. It could just as easily have been a MiG. If it was anti-aircraft fire, the round did not hit the aircraft. It was probably a proximity-fused munition that exploded on the right side of the aircraft and sprayed shrapnel through the canopy and fuselage. I did not notice any damage to the wing though there could have been--all I knew was that I had been hit and was concentrating on the situation at hand.

I felt like I had been hit on the helmet and head with a sledgehammer. A red fire warning light illuminated in the cockpit. I looked behind me and was trailing smoke. I immediately turned the airplane to a southerly direction with the intent of bailing out as close to the water as possible. I was aware of Navy ships operating in the vicinity of Wonson Harbor, so headed in that general direction. I turned on my emergency broadcast radio signal hoping that it would be picked up by Navy Air Rescue. I was not looking to ditch in the water. I was equipped with a Mae west, a survival vest with flares, signal mirror, a sidearm .45 with about a dozen rounds of ammunition, rations, and other paraphernalia for ground survival, but no dinghy for water ditching and water survival. This was mid winter, January, and cold.

The airplane was smoking and had lost a good deal of its power and was losing altitude rapidly. Thinking that the engine might blow, I shut the throttle to cut fuel to the engine, hoping that the fire would go out. With bleeding head wounds, a fire warning light, and trailing smoke, I began my bailout procedures. The RF-80, "Shooting Star" which I was flying was not equipped with jettison seat or canopy. I unfastened my seat belt and shoulder harness and then tried to remove the canopy and evacuate the airplane. The canopy wouldn't jettison. To remove the canopy required turning loose of the flight controls. I struggled to remove the canopy for what seemed like minutes. I stood up in the seat in attempt to force the canopy off. In the meantime the airplane is continuing down in a rapid spiral toward the ground. My only alternative was to try to regain control of the airplane and pick the most suitable spot available in an instant to crash land. That I did. I returned to the seat and without seat belt or shoulder harness fastened, regained sufficient control of the powerless aircraft.

My best guess is that I was directly North of the Wonsan peninsula and south of Hungnam, how near to either one, I do not know. An RF-80 with a dead engine has a glide ratio of a dropped anvil and is about as buoyant in the water. With the critical situation at hand, I was not paying very close attention to my specific geographic location during the last periods of flight. I could have been in Timbuktu for all I was aware of at the time.

I sighted rice paddies covered by two feet of snow and decided to come down. The jet was traveling at 170 miles an hour. I came in on the tail and threw myself forward, bracing myself as much as possible against the instrument panel. Not being fastened to my seat, I was pummeled about in the cockpit during the violent impact; the bumping and bouncing of the crash rendered me unconscious. That heavy carpet of snow doubtless saved me from death in the crash.

Copyright (C) 2000 Norman E. Duquette


A TRIP TO THE ANTIETAM
(February 1952)

by
Ruffin W. Gray
Colonel, USAF (Ret)
Commander, 15th TRS -- Oct. ‘51 - May ‘52

In 1948, I was on detached service with the USN flying ice, photo special reconnaissance for Task Force 80 - a group of Navy ships re-supplying a bunch of weather and ionosphere stations in the Arctic, looking for possible airfield locations; photo-mapping some areas that had never been mapped; and looking for the Russian fleet allegedly maneuvering near Spitsbergen. The Task Force Commander was Capt. Dufek, one of the Navy's leading arctic experts who had been on a expedition to the Antarctic with Byrd. He was a Naval aviator and a great guy and frequently flew on our 10 - 12 hour missions in the old RB-17.

Yes, I was in 4-engine for a while. LeMay had my five pounds of flesh between wars. I would probably have been one of the poor souls shot all to hell by the MiGs on Black Thursday had I not hidden my form 5 while going through the port in June 1950. They were looking for, and diverting any pilot coming through who had B-29 experience. I had about 500 hours in that beast - the first tri-motor since the Ford. Normal landing - 3 turning and 1 burning!!!

Anyhow, we got a "Well Done" commendation from the CNO for a flight where we basically saved Dufek and other ship skippers when we landed at Resolute Island with no navaids other than our airborne radar when the ceiling was 100' and vis at 1/8th mile. In his description of the incident, Dufek said those Air Force Lts are cocky as hell - but they're damn good!

I had read in Stars and Stripes that he had come to the theater as skipper of the carrier task force that was operating in the Sea of Japan and patrolling up and down the east coast or Korea. While on R&R in Japan, I ran into a USN Lt, pilot type, who said he was from the Antietam. I asked his to take a message to a guy I knew and then took a bar napkin and congratulated the old man on his command and told him I too had a command at Kimpo and would like to see him if he ever got over that way and signed it, First Aviator, Six Three Jig Baker, TF 80 (that had been our call sign back in '48 in the Arctic). Now obviously I had not had any libations otherwise how would a young buck major send such a missile to the carrier task force commander. The next morning, I had second thoughts about the propriety of what I had done.

A few days later at Kimpo, the first shirt came into the 'office' in the tent and told me I had a call from Captain Morris, Senior Naval Liaison Officer at JOC in 5th AF Headquarters. Capt Morris told me that I had a personal radiogram from the old man. As I said he was a great guy with, fortunately, a sense of humor. He paraphrased my bar napkin message back to me "Glad to hear you're in the theater. Congratulations on your command, etc. How about coming out to the Antietam for a few days as my guest to see how the other half lives. If you can, I'll send a COD in to pick you up and take you back". On the way up to Wing Headquarters I was trying to figure out a way how to ask Col. Chickering to let me forget the war and go out there for a few days. I asked him how would he like to go out on a carrier for a few days and see how the other half lives. He thought that was a great idea but wanted to know how we could arrange that. I told him, "I know a guy" and the rest is history. The Navy sent a bird in for us; we were the Admiral's guest for about three days; and they flew us back.

The old man is seated in the skippers chair on the bridge with Col. Chickering and I standing and the others in the picture are some of the Admiral's Navy horse holders. I don't know their names.



Copyright (C) 1952 Eye & EE Kryer



Captain George McKay

Letter written by Captain George E. McKay to Captain Jesse O. Sandlin on or about 12 March 1952:

Dear Jessie O:

We received this letter of appreciation for special photo mission flown by Captain James R. Hanson and yourself on 3 January 1952. We are taking this opportunity to transmit this information to you, so you will be able be able to have it for your personal 201 file. The 15th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron also wishes to add the sincerest appreciation for a job well done, which has brought credit to our organization as a whole.

You will probably read about our 86's getting 7 MIG's and damaging 3, on 10 March 1952. As usual, the good old standby, RF-80, was in the midst of the fray, on the deck right on the Yalu River, taking dicing runs of Antung and Tatung-kou. Yours truly was driving the RF, and it was a really hairy one. Two (2) of the MIGs were shot down by the 86's, right off my tail, when I was bugging down the river. It surely felt good to get home after that one, and the people over at the 4th are ape with joy, as Col. Thyng got one and Captain Banks, my escort flight leader shot the two down from off my rear end during the melee. All this happed right over the Yalu River under 3000 feet, right off Antung, so I imagine the Commies are a little insulted over it all.

Well Jessie, I'll close for now, but be sure and let us know what is going on over in the Z of I, when you get a chance. Oh yes, I am going up to Group Ops at the end of the month to take over Lt. Colonel Johnson?s place as the Group Ops Officer. He is going home, and I get the spot. Fred Rutan is taking over Jose Daly's place up at 5th AF and right now is on R&R.

My Regards to All the Gang.

/S/
GEORGE E. MCKAY
Captain, USAF
Executive Officer

Letter courtesy of Jesse O. Sandlin Collection



9000TH MISSION REACHED BY COTTONPICKERS

(Pacific Stars and Stripes, 7 April 1952)

In less than a month’s time the Cottonpicker Squadron flew a thousand missions to boost its tally to over 9000 missions flown. The squadron, commanded by Major Ruffin Gray, was the Air Force’s first jet photo outfit to see combat when its first missions were flown in F-80s early in July 1950.

During those 9000 missions the Cottonpickers have gathered the majority of all aerial photographs of North Korea. They photograph such military targets as road and rail lines, airfields, and marshaling yards. Evaluation of such pix gives information necessary in planning effective airstrikes by nearly all other FEAF units.

Their motto, "Every Man a Tiger", is put to the test almost daily. Their shooting stars, armed principally with a large camera and the pilot’s nerve, are disturbed almost daily in their work by Russian built MiGs. In fact the Cottonpickers boast that a new pilot isn’t really a member of the squadron till he has been jumped by MiGs.

GRAY, WILSON OLD TIMERS BOTH WINNERS OF DFC

Major Ruffin Gray, Squadron CO, celebrated his 100th trip into enemy territory just a few days after his 28th birthday. Prior to hitting the 100th mark, Major Gray won the Distinguished Flying Cross, "by extraordinary achievement in planning and accomplishing photo recon of a critical enemy area without escort against a superior enemy…Gray displayed great heroism in his continuation of the mission deep in enemy held territory despite the knowledge that his presence was known to the enemy when he was still many miles from the target."

Copyright (C) 1952 Pacific Stars and Stripes


Copyright (C) 1952 67th TRW Eye & EE Kryer



May 1952


 


Lieutenant McNulty Gets a Haircut

"I don't know the answer to this but I'm pretty sure. I didn't dream it--so here goes. On a solo mission sometime in 1952 a Cottonpicker had a tip tank fail to feed. He cracked the canopy a bit, charged his .45 and took a shot at the tip tank. Didn't see anything so he thought he had missed. He tried once more. After a while the tank seemed to be lighter so he tested stability and it seemed better. He landed OK. He later said that .45 deafened him. On the ground he saw a small hole on his side of the tank and a big hole on the outside. Several Cottonpickers saw it. I just talked to him later. Whodunit?" -- Jack Griffiss, 15th TRS

"I believe it was McNulty. It was the unwritten procedure in the event a tip tank failed to feed and failed to jettison." -- Frank Meyer, 15th TRS


NO BRAKES

by
Cecil H. Rigsby
Colonel, USAF (Retired)

Returning from a combat mission in an RF-80, I made a normal landing at Kimpo Airfield (K-14) in Korea. A little more than halfway down the runway, I applied both brakes. The right brake pedal went full travel with no braking action whatsoever. Applying the left brake would pull the airplane off the runway, so in effect, I had no brakes.

I looked at my airspeed instrument and it indicated 80 miles per hour. The end of the runway was coming up fast so I released the downlock solenoid and retracted the landing gear. The nose wheel settled to the runway and the main gear retracted. The RF-80 skidded along on its drop tanks, off the end of the runway, and about halfway down the dirt overun. I opened the canopy, turned off the electrical switches, disconnected my seat belt and oxygen mask, and stepped out on the wing. When I looked at the tail of the airplane, I saw a cloud of dust. I had forgotten to stopcock the throttle. I reached in the cockpit and cut the engine off.

Maintenance came over, lifted the airplane with a sling, lowered the landing gear, and towed it back to the ramp. I was surprised at how little damage there was. It was flying again in a short time. Camera Repair removed my film, so the mission was a success.

Our Group Commander was Colonel Robert R. Smith. He wanted to see me in his office. "Why didn?t you ride out the landing instead of retracting the landing gear?" he asked. I told him it was the only way I could stop. "Why didn?t you check the brakes on base leg like the checklist states?", he followed. "The brakes worked when I took off and I had confidence they would be working when I landed," I answered. When I left his office, I still felt that I did the right thing, and my judgment would be validated by an event that happened one or two weeks later.

The runway at Kimpo Airfield, at that time, was paved, narrow, about 5500 feet long, and on one end, a short, dirt overrun. At the end of the overrun was a hill, and halfway up the hill was a barbed wire fence. Close to the fence was a roll or two of continua wire.

An F-86 from the 4th Fighter Wing landed in the same direction I did without any brakes. The pilot elected to ride it out but he ejected the canopy on the landing roll. When the F-86 hit the hill at the end of the runway and overrun, it broke apart. The sad part is, one or more strands of barbed wire slid over the nose, into the cockpit, nearly decapitating the pilot, killing him.

That was the last I ever heard from Colonel Smith about my accident.


MiG-15 at Kimpo Airbase, Korea 1953
From Ralph E. Sorenson Collection


Mission to China

by Richard Chandler

Richard ChandlerOn 25 June 1952, a pilot (or pilots) flying F-86’s on the “Dawn Patrol” up along the Yalu River, the border between North Korea and China, saw or thought they saw bomber type aircraft on some of the three Chinese airfields. They radioed this information to 5th AF Joint Operational Control (JOC) which immediately placed all crews and capable aircraft on advanced alert. We in the 15th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron had just finished weather briefing when this alert came in and the squadron was ordered to place our three operational RF-86’s on runway alert status. Two other former fighter pilots and I were sent to man them until the 4th Fighter Wing aircraft returned and were placed on alert.

After returning to operations I found they had instructions to prepare a photo reconnaissance mission to verify the siting(s). The next pilot on the list to fly was somewhat hesitant about flying this mission and covering all three targets. So I volunteered to go also, since I was already set-up in one of the aircraft. It was then suggested that JOC send two of us and split the three targets between us, I was to take pictures of the two airfields in line on the West and the other pilot was to take the one further East. This was approved by JOC. We then went over to the 4th Fighter Group to be briefed about how we were to be integrated into their flights to the Yalu area. We flew in the number 3 and 4 position in a flight of 12 aircraft until about 60 miles out of our target airfields in China. We then dropping down from the escorting aircraft started our descent on the photo (dicing) runs across the Yalu into China.

My first target was An-Tung Airfield which I photographed and visually checked the flight line and hangars, and saw no bomber aircraft. I then pulled up and made a dicing run on Ta-Tung-Kou Airfield with no unusual aircraft sighted. While in the vicinity and on my way home, I pulled up and turned right and made a similar photo run on Pak-a-Shan airfield on my return to the Yalu and back into North Korea where I had the protection of the fighters again. When high enough for radio contact, I relayed my visual sightings of no Bombers on any of those airfields to the controlling agency.

The trip back to K-14 was uneventful except for the being quite low on fuel. I climb to 43,000 feet to conserve fuel and throttled back to idle when near enough and started my glide to make it to K-14. The reduced cockpit air due to the engine idling and the cold outside temperatures made my windscreen fogged up so bad I worried about seeing the runway; however, when I advanced the power in the pattern I could see again.

After I parked and shut down my plane the photo people immediately removed the film, told me that the cameras had worked, then rushed the film to the photo lab. I inquired about the pictures later after dinner and was told that they were good pictures but that I could not see them; they were classified beyond my clearance level! 1

Copyright (C) 2003 Richard Chandler
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1 For this mission, Chandler was nominated for and received the Silver Star Medal per General Order number 27, dated 15 January 1953, Headquarters Far East Air Forces.

 

Pilots Face MIGS Daily Over Korea, w/o Guns

 

 

Jet Reconnaissance Pilots Face MIGs Daily Over Korea, Without Guns

RF-80s Get Photo Coverage Of All Korea in Face of Flak and Fighters

Jet Gazette, Friday, Oct. 17, 1952

Because of its particular interest to personnel of Shaw, the following article is reprinted in its entirety from the 28 Sept issue of "The Eye & EE Kryer," published overseas by the 67th Tac Recon Wing. Entitled "The Real Jet Aces of the Korean War," the article was written by Maj Ruffin W. Gray, former commanding officer of the 15th "Cottonpicker" Squadron of the 67th TRW, and now commanding the 18th TRS at this station.


(Part I)

After 26 months of continuous combat operations, the real jet aces of the Korean Air War are as cloaked in anonymity as they were on 28 June 1950 when they flew their first mission. So little is known about them that many of their brother combat crew members in the theater do not even know they exist. Yet day after day their operations carry them singly or in pairs from Antung in the farthest reaches of infamous MIG Alley to the Russian border on the east coast of Korea.

These aces do not make the headlines with their MIG kills, nor are their exploits headlined in interdiction programs, and they are neither mentioned in dispatches nor credited with being in the theater by the scores of reporters, observers, and advisers who have toured Korea visiting the "combat" units. Although Stars and Stripes recaps the day's operations even to the extent of including Combat Cargo tonnage, their missions are never mentioned.

Products Used

Yet their products are used lavishly in newspapers, magazines, and news reels in conjunction with stories of other units. And as strange as it may seem, these professionals are not fighting at supersonic speeds in swept back wing aircraft; they are not firing rockets and high speed machine guns; they are not dropping impressive bomb loads; but they are daily having a go with the MIG-15s in an unarmed version of a jet fighter built in 1945. Yet every fighter strike, every dive bombing, every bombing mission, and virtually all ground operations are predicated upon the aerial photography flown by the reconnaissance pilots of the Cottonpickers.

When 1st Lt Bryce Poe III flew the first jet reconnaissance sortie on 28 June 1950, neither he nor anyone else could foresee the essential role that he was pioneering, nor could they foresee the thousands of reconnaissance missions that were to follow which were to be thrown from 50 to 35,000 feet. Little did he realize that the jet reconnaissance pilots who were to follow his footsteps would casually discuss the time when one of their number had "40 MIGs cornered" and landed without a scratch to his aircraft -- not an unusual occurrence...



(Part II)

Up Their Tails

These pilots now feel that a new pilot has not received a proper indoctrination until he has proven the squadron byword of "flying circles up their (MIGs) tails"--an occurrence which sometimes happens on the first mission.

Their mission, simply phrased, belies the ability required. After all, they say, the only thing required is daylight penetration surveillance over the entirety of North Korea. In their operations, they mind everybody’s business but their own. It’s a bit difficult to suppress flak or shoot your way out of a box of enemy interceptors with an aerial camera, so they have to rely on pilot ability.

Professionals

The names of the MIG killers like Major Jabara, Major Davis, Colonel Thynge, "Gabby" Gabreski and all the others who have proven their professional skill, courage, and ability are literally household words and known to thousands—and justly so, for their patrols, skills, and split second timing in MIG Alley have made the North Korean skies safer for all of the other combat crew members. However, their flight, in comparison, is a much more comforting one with the six ‘50s in the nose, good wingmen, and either direct or proximity support from other squadrons or a group.

Their departures and returns are heralded with the roar and scream of formations of Sabres; but at the same time, an ace with equal skill, determination, and far less odds is either returning, departing, or over his target alone and unarmed. Aces? Yes, all of them...


(Part III)

Top This?

But who has heard of Major Joe Daly who took on 16 MIGs in his RF-80, had virtually half of his wing shot away on the first pass and thirty-four holes in the fuselage, and then cut-maneuvered them on three other firing passes to return to his base safely? Or Major Harry Morris who had "16 cornered," evaded, received intense accurate ground fire, returned to fulfill his mission, and was promptly attacked by 24 more? And Lt. Jim Fosdick who volunteered for a minimum altitude mission almost to the Yalu alone—had both himself and his aircraft hit by ground fire, returned to his home base without radio contact, landed, taxied in, parked his aircraft, and calmly requested his crew chief to call an ambulance? Or the former Wing Commander, Colonel E. S. Chickering who took himself and his wing man to safety after being attacked by seven MIG-15s, returned to the target, and obtained his photographs although the enemy was still in the area?

Completed Mission

The list goes on and on. Day after day, the interrogation reports read similar to—"Sighted MIGs in area, continued on run until attack began, evaded, returned to target, and completed mission without further incident although enemy still in area."

These pilots keep tabs on the enemy airfields, bridges, supply routes, marshalling yards, and cities, and ferret out information such as dummy bomb craters, use of straw to fake rail cuts, dummy aircraft and airfields, and provide pre-strike and post-strike photography to evaluate bomb damage assessment. High tension wires, rifle platoons, radar, heavy flak, and enemy interceptors all take their toll. Yet the work goes on.

These are the real jet aces. In their business, you have to be to accomplish your assigned missions and survive. Shortly after a new young pilot, Lt. Rog[er] Miller had been jumped three times in his first two days of combat operations, an "outsider" sarcastically remarked that the recon boys were "hot" pilots. He was quickly informed in a few short, expressive phrases that they were the hottest pilots that he would ever see. You cannot constantly evade enemy interceptors on luck...


(Part IV)

Wouldn’t Trade

Major Ruff GrayA mutual admiration exists with the F-86 pilots based on the same airdrome. However, they are the first to admit that they would not trade places with the RF-80 crews for any stakes. They are in turn needled with the comment that a recon pilot is a good fighter pilot with brains who knows how to navigate.

The reconnaissance pilots have come from all walks of life in the flying game, and are universally immediately impressed with the precise, pinpoint navigation required to successfully complete their missions. They must learn to read terrain features in isolated, uncivilized areas like a cartographer. At the same time, they must be able to look over the side of their aircraft without optical aids, and position their ship over some infinitesimal target from altitudes as high as 35,000 feet. Considering that they are covering as little as one square mile of territory, that cannot be fully appreciated until it is tried by a novice.

Eyes of UN

These pilots fly with the knowledge that they do not enjoy superiority in speed, service ceiling, or climb and dive capabilities; yet they quietly pursue their daily role of "the eyes of the UN forces" wherever the eyes are needed. Losses to flak, small arms fire, or enemy interceptors do not deter them from their appointed rounds, and they climb into their unarmed RF-80s each day and go back for more. That in anyone’s book spells real jet ace ability.

 

Major Jack P. Williams

 

 

The Loss of Major Jack P. Williams
Commander, 15th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron
by John N. Duquette

On 23 June 1952, the air forces of the United Nations Command launched a five-day operation against the North Korean hydroelectric system. At the end of five days and nights of air strikes, the electrical generating capacity of North Korea had been reduced by 90%. Lieutenant General Glenn O. Barcus, Commander, 5th Air Force called the operation “a singular success”. He noted to his superiors that only two Navy aircraft had been lost in the entire operation and that air search and rescue units had recovered the pilots of these planes. Not included in these statistics was the loss of a U.S. Air Force RF-86A and its pilot, Major Jack P. Williams, Commanding Officer, 15th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron. This is the story of that operation and the circumstances relating to the loss of Major Williams.



Major Jack Williams in his tent
Kimpo Airfield, Spring-Summer 1952

Spring 1952
Kimpo Airfield (K-14)
Republic of Korea

Maj. Ruff Gray and Maj Jack Williams change command of the 15th TRSOn 16 April 1952, Major Ruffin W. Gray passed the command of the 15th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron (Photo Jet) to his tent mate Major Jack P. Williams. Of the event Gray later wrote,


"I felt so keenly about the squadron that I absolutely refused to relinquish command to just anyone; however, once I knew Jack, I had no reluctance in turning it over to him--feeling, as I did it, that the squadron would benefit by the change. What a wonderful leader he was and what an outstanding example he set! The men and officers all loved him." (1)

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Lt. Jack Pryer Williams, U.S. Army Air CorpsJack Pryer Williams enlisted in the Army Air Corps in October 1941. He received his wings as a Second Lieutenant on 3 June 1942. After serving as an instructor at Moody Field, Georgia; Harding Field, Louisiana; and Henderson Field, Florida, Lieutenant Williams was assigned to Adak in the Aleutian Islands in August, 1943.


Lt. Jack Williams flying a P-40 "Tomahawk"Between the Second World War and the Korean War, Williams' duty stations included Biggs AFB, in El Paso, Texas, where he attended the Staff and Command School. He was also stationed at Greenville AFB, South Carolina, and Langley AFB, Virginia. In December 1951, he and his family were at his parents’ home on Christmas leave when he received word of his assignment to Korea. He shipped out almost immediately and arrived at Kimpo Airfield shortly just after New Year's 1952 where he was assigned to the 15th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron. (2)

Despite his 11 years of service, this was Williams' first assignment to a tactical reconnaissance unit. As such, he spent his first days in Korea getting oriented to the terrain, the aircraft, the camera configurations, and the photo-reconnaissance techniques used by this unique squadron. In a letter to his sister shortly after arriving in Korea, he captured his initial impressions of the country and the reconnaissance mission :

 

4 February 1952

Kimpo Airdrome

Korea

 

Dear Wease, Bill & Margie,

 

It has been a bitter cold day today here at Kimpo (only time I really been warm today was up flying this morning in an RF-80 [R for reconnaissance] with a heater that really put out even though it must have been -40 degrees or so at 12,500 feet). We are located about 20 miles northwest of Seoul, almost on the West Coast—not far from Inch’on where, incidentally, you'd better watch out for our Navy shoots at anything that flies overhead.

 

I am not “operational” flying combat missions yet, but should be soon. I have been flying practice photo missions and trying to learn this recon business. We do visual and weather reconnaissance as well as photo. The cameras (we can carry as many as five big ones in the nose) are preset by our ground crews, so it's pretty much automatic for the pilot. You have only five switches to work, plus flying the plane, dodging Migs and flak. Seriously, however, most of the pilots’ concentration is required in getting his plane aligned with the target, and flying at a constant airspeed and altitude while the cameras are working…

 

…It's been quite a mild winter in Korea thus far, so I’m told, & it really hasn't been too bad since I've been here except for two or three days. Korea is about the same size & shape as Florida, but is rough and rocky like the territory west of Denver. The Koreans are surprising people, and have intense national pride, despite the fact that some nation has dominated them almost all their history. They impress me more than the Japanese and have better farms, buildings & factories. Hope this finds you all well and happy. Write me when you can.

 

Love, Jack (3)

 

*****

 

Williams' first combat mission over North Korea came in early February 1952. In late March, nearly a month and a half later, he took over as acting commander of "The Cottonpickers" Squadron when Major Gray received his assignment back to the States. After several weeks transition, MAJ Gray departed and Williams became the commanding officer “on his own” on April 16th.



On Sunday, June 15th, Williams wrote a letter home. In this letter, he mentioned that he had been put in for "the oak leaves of the lieutenant colonel’s rank which my job calls for". He noted that his many administrative duties as squadron commander were very time-consuming; “But I’m still trying to get in one mission myself each day we’re flying.” (4) By June 26th, 1952, Williams had flown 89 combat missions over North Korea—all in RF-80 "Shooting Star" aircraft.

 

It was Air Force policy that after flying 100 combat missions, pilots were rotated back to the United States. By squadron tradition, the last ten of these combat missions were “milk runs”—photo missions that were the least dangerous of those needing to be flown. Williams had one “sweat” and ten “no sweat” missions to go. At his current rate of flying, he was expecting to be back in the United States by the end of July.


May 1952

Headquarters, CINCUNC

Tokyo, Japan

 

In May 1952, the war was nearly two years old. The armistice talks at Panmunjom were approaching the end of their first year without any hint of resolution. On 12 May, General Mathew B. Ridgway passed the responsibilities of the Commander in Chief, United Nations Command to General Mark Clark and went to Europe to replace General Dwight D. Eisenhower as the Commander of NATO. As the new commander in the Far East, Mark Clark had his staff and subordinate commanders enumerate the options in which he might be able to influence the Peace Talks through military action.

 

The most viable proposal came from General Otto P. Weyland; the new commander of Far East Air Forces. Weyland proposed an all-out air attack on the North Korean hydroelectric system. This system powered North Korean industry that for the most part had gone underground to avoid UN air attacks. A weakness of this proposal was in order to be decisive, attacks had to be made against the largest power production plant in the system--the Suiho hydroelectric plant on the Yalu River. This strategic target had already received several reprieves since the beginning of the war given its location on the border between China and Korea. The possibility of UN aircraft mistakenly flying across the border into Chinese airspace might provoke an escalation and expansion of the war. In addition, the Suiho Dam provided approximately 10% of the electrical power requirements of China's key industrial area in Manchuria. Thus, striking Suiho would have a direct impact on China. (5)

 

General Clark directed that two sets of plans be prepared for attacks against the hydroelectric system; one plan with Suiho as a target and one without. These plans were then submitted the Joint Chiefs of Staff in Washington, D.C. On 19 June 1952, the Joint Chiefs of Staff relayed to General Clark that his plans to hit the North Korean hydroelectric plants--to include the Suiho Dam--had been approved by President Truman.


Suiho Hydroelectric Plant, 23 June 1952

In the afternoon of 23 June, the air offensive began with the combined attacks of US Navy, Marine and Air Force aircraft on the Suiho Dam and the Chosen, Fusen, and Kyosen hydroelectric complexes. Follow-up attacks occurred on the 24th, 26th and 27th of June. When the smoke cleared, the lights had been turned out all over North Korea and would remain that way for at least two weeks.

 

When news of the attacks on the Suiho Dam had been announced in the press, the British Government reacted immediately with indignation and concern. They had not been informed that the attacks were about to take place, and the massive air strike on the Suiho Dam heightened its concerns that the Korean War could expand into mainland China. British Parliament demanded an explanation.

 

By coincidence, U.S. Secretary of State Dean Acheson was in London when the storm over the bombings had reached its peak. On the morning of 26 June, Acheson addressed a group of members from both Houses of Parliament:

 

"Now you ask me whether this was a proper action. To that I say: Yes, a very proper action, an essential action. It was taken on military grounds. It was to bomb five plants, four of which were far removed from the frontier, one of which was on the frontier. We had not bombed these plants before because they had been dismantled, and we wished to preserve them in the event of unification of Korea. They had been put into operation once more; they were supplying most of the energy which was used not only by airfields which were operating against us but by radar which was directing fighters against our planes.

My hearers seemed to approve. They applauded heartily when in reply to a question I said that the attack had been highly successful. Nevertheless, when I met privately with Eden, he pleaded for “no more surprises.” (6)


1800 Hours, 26 June 1952
67th Group Operations

Kimpo Airfield, Republic of Korea

As Acheson dealt with the uneasy Britons on the other side of the world, it was evening in Korea. At Kimpo, operations and intelligence personnel of the 67th Tactical Reconnaissance Group Ops began to compile the list of recce missions that would be flown the next day -- June 27th.

 

It is the nature of things that all air operations start and end with Tac Recce. As such, the 67th Group Ops played a vital role in the air war over Korea. There were "routine missions" to assign to each of the three squadrons in the group -- like the daily early morning run over North Korea to gauge the weather, the weekly photography of the enemy's front lines, and the periodic reconnaissance of bridges, rail lines, and airfields to monitor the status of Communist repair efforts. There were pre-strike missions to take target photography that would be used by pilots and bombardiers in the medium, light, and fighter-bomber squadrons to plan their attacks. And then there were the battle damage assessment or "BDA" missions. After the air strikes went in, Tac Recce pilots would return to photograph targets to see if the bombers had accomplished their missions. With over 75 reconnaissance aircraft in the group flying 100 to 150 sorties to per day, it took quite an effort by the Groups Ops personnel to pull it all together. By midnight, the target lists had been dispatched to the 12th, 15th and 45th Squadrons.

*****

0400 Hours, 27 June 1952
15th TRS Operations,
Kimpo Airfield, ROK

Captain Cecil Rigsby In June 1952, the squadron operations officer for the 15th was Capt. Cecil R. Rigsby. Rigsby was an old hand at photo recon. As a photo reconnaissance pilot during World War II, he had served in the Pacific with the 8th Photo Reconnaissance Squadron in New Guinea. Between November 1942 and April 1944, he flew 91 combat missions in F-4 and F-5 reconnaissance aircraft. "About 10 of these missions were fighter escort missions in the P-38H fighter", he remembered.

 

After the war, Rigsby left the Army Air Corps to pursue civilian life as--a photo recce pilot. Between 1946 and 1948, he was the chief pilot for the Kargl Aerial Survey Company of Midland, Texas. He flew F-5s, AT-21s and a BT-14 surplus WW2 aircraft--all had been converted to allow for aerial photographic mapping. He photographed nearly all of West Texas, New Mexico and much of Colorado for the USGS and Oil Companies. He recalled later,


"When I left [the service], I was in the 39th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron--the fourth squadron of the 410th Fighter Wing--at March Field, California. The Cold War heated up so the 67th Recce Group was formed and the 39th Squadron was redesignated the 12th TRS.

Capt. Clyde East and Lt. Cecil Grigsby, 1948I received a letter one day in late 1947 asking me if I wanted to come back on active duty. If I volunteered to come back on active duty I had to go back to 1st Lt. and that is what happened. I went back into the 12th TRS, the same one I was in before and found the squadron full of fighter pilots who wanted to fly jets. Captain Clyde East was the Intelligence Officer and I was assigned as his assistant. Between the two of us we flew most of the aerial photography while the fighter pilots flew in formation and engaged in aerial dogfights.

I arrived in Korea in February 1952. I flew my first combat mission on 1 April 1952..."

Since the first strike against the North Korean hydroelectric system on 23 June, "The Cottonpickers" had been involved in BDA photography for this air offensive. As squadron operations officer, Capt. Rigsby planned the first BDA mission for the Suiho Dam strike. This recce mission followed right on the heels of the Navy and Air Force fighter-bombers. Escorted by 16 F-86 Sabre Jets, two pilots from the 15th flew their RF-80s north to the Yalu and then paralleled the river to the northeast towards the Suiho Reservoir. Deep inside Mig Alley, they began their photo runs no less than 20 miles from the Chinese fighter base at Antung. The Chinese and North Koreans had been surprised by the fighter-bombers, but the gloves were off an hour later when the two "Cottonpickers" made their runs in. Several antiaircraft batteries hammered away from both sides of the Yalu as the RF-80s streaked in towards the huge column of smoke and flame billowing from the Suiho power house. The 15th pilots got their photos, climbed to altitude, and returned to base just as the sun began to set. The Russian and Chinese MiG-15s at Antung never left the ground. The Tac Recce slogan, "First and Last over the Target..." was no idle boast that day--from either side of the Yalu. (6)

*****

"First and last in squadron operations...", might be an appropriate way of describing Capt. Rigsby's five and a half months in Korea. The sun rose over Kimpo Airfield at 5:11 a.m. on 27 June, but he and the squadron intelligence officer, 1st Lt. Keith E. Brown, were up and at work long before that:


"We had a very big squadron with nearly twice the airplanes and twice the pilots of a normal squadron. To fly as many as 50-combat missions or more per day required nearly everyone who had a secondary or primary job to work like hell. When you read about pilots going into town, having fun off the base or hanging out each night at the Cottonpickers, that life style didn't apply to those of us in Operations and Intelligence and probably some other sections.

 

The Intelligence officer and I would get up early in the morning and with help from the noncoms, [we would] plot all the targets on a big map board in grease pencil. At this point we would divide them up into missions. We would all try to go to the Group Intelligence, Army Liaison, and the Weather briefing each morning and then meet in Operations. The pilots could look at the board and see where they stood in rotation and would not leave until it was obvious they had a few hours before being called upon.

 

We also had missions coming to us from 5th Air Force during the day. I don't believe I was in the Orderly Room or the Group Commander's Office more than a couple of times during my entire tour. That is how busy we were flying the missions and getting them off the ground. I'm glad that I was only age 29 and able to work with not much sleep..."

In the 15th Ops Hut, Capt. Rigsby and Lt. Brown reviewed the list of targets from 67th Group Ops. As they sketched out the scheme for accomplishing the day's assigned recce tasks, Rigsby recognized one of the targets on the list--Chosen Hydroelectric Plant #3. He was familiar with this particular target; he had flown an RF-86 'dicing' mission against it the previous day.

Capt. Cecil Rigsby and Crew Chief - Kimpo 1952

The Chosen Hydroelectric Plant #3 was located about half way between the North Korean port city of Hungnam and the Chosen Reservoir. One of four hydroelectric plants in the Chosen power system, Chosen #3 had been hit by the 1st Marine Air Group on June 23rd. Air Force fighter-bombers hit it again on the 26th. Rigsby flew his dicing mission after this second strike. He was on his low-level photo run when he began to receive fire from a heavy machine gun. I drew ground fire from a single 50-caliber machine gun firing tracer ammunition. The gun was along the line of flight and tracers went above me and below the aircraft. I held the heading and descending altitude long enough to ensure I had good coverage". Rigsby got his pictures and returned to Kimpo unscathed.

 

Today--according to the target list he held in his hands?the 15th would be going back to Chosen #3. Rigsby assigned aircraft and pilots to targets and discussed the set up with Major Williams when he arrived at operations.


"I had the names of all pilots present for flight duty on a board with little hooks so I could move them around. To insure that all pilots fly their missions in rotation, I would give the next mission up to the next pilot up if I thought he was experienced enough to handle it. However, we may have had as many as 10 or more missions to fly within a couple hours of each other. In this case I could be selective. Also, we had to decide whether or not to assign an RF-80 or an RF-86. If the mission was more dangerous than others and the RF-86 could do the job, we assigned the RF-86. I believe Jack Williams was flying his missions in rotation, but as I recall he wanted this mission."

Normally, reconnaissance flights into the northeastern part of North Korea were single aircraft recce missions. However, because of the antiaircraft fire Rigsby received over Chosen #3 the day before, it was decided that Williams should have an armed escort to suppress any enemy air defenses in the target area. The next pilot "up" was Capt. Clyde Voss.


 

RF-86 FU-217 "Every Man a Tiger"
RF-86 Pilots of the 15th TRS pose in front of the aircraft in which Major Williams was shot down. Major Jack Williams is standing at far right. Captain Clyde Voss is standing fifth from the left (wearing sunglasses). Capt. Cecil Rigsby is on the far left sitting on the fuel tank. Photo taken in May-June 1952 timeframe.

Born in Texas, Captain Clyde K. Voss attended Texas A&M before the start of WWII. In December 1941, Voss was in his third year in college when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. He signed up for pilot training in the U.S. Army Air Corps. Earning his pilot's wings, he was assigned to the 364th Fighter Group in England. He flew P-38 and P-51 fighters over occupied Europe, and was credited with shooting down three German aircraft. In September 1944, while flying his 68th combat mission, he was shot down behind German lines. He managed to evade capture with help of the Dutch underground.

 

When the Second World War ended, Voss was assigned as a Fighter Gunnery Instructor at Foster Field, Texas. In March 1946, he was transferred to the 1st Fighter Group at March Field, Calif. Here he began flying the first P-80 Jet fighters to enter service. In 1948, he was sent to the Pacific where he was assigned to the 51st Fighter Group at Naha Air Base, Okinawa. He continued to fly P-80s with the 51st Fighter Group until 1950. By June 1952, he was a veteran jet-fighter and photo reconnaissance pilot and the commander of "B" Flight, 15th TRS. He was also the squadron's Test Pilot and Instructor Pilot (IP) for the RF-86.

 

When Voss arrived at operations, he was informed he would be flying that morning with the squadron commander. Capt. Rigsby then briefed Williams and Voss on their mission. It was a dicing mission consisting of two RF-86s. Take off time would be 0915 hours. Williams would fly FU-217 and take the photos; Voss would have hot guns and would suppress any antiaircraft fire they received on the run in. Rigsby recalled,


"I briefed Jack Williams on the altitude to approach the target, aiming of the aircraft, intervalometer setting and the ground fire I had encountered the day before. This is the reason we sent two airplanes. To get good photos at very low altitude with the 40" focal length camera it was necessary to slow the RF-86 to avoid motion in the lower 1/3 of the picture. The lens speed of this camera would not compensate for high-speed low altitude passes. In all the missions I flew with this camera I had to come in slow over the target. The 40" focal length camera did permit you to break off the target before passing over it, or you were in your break when the airplane went over the target. I also told him about the motion problem with a high speed pass and that he should consider a slower approach, but it was up to him.

Williams and Voss discussed how they would approach the target and what they would do if they received any ground fire. "It had been assumed that if we were fired upon during the pass through the valley, I would be the first to know. The idea was that if we drew fire and could see the source, I would turn in on it and suppress it, " Voss remembered. At around 0830, he and Williams had completed their flight plan and went to the personal equipment hut to get suited up in their flight gear. This completed, they walked to the flight line, pre-flighted their aircraft and taxied for takeoff.

Capt. Jack W. GriffisAt least two other 15th pilots were slated for missions that morning; both were scheduled for take off less than an hour after Williams and Voss. Capt. Rigsby was scheduled to take mosaic photography of the enemy's frontline positions in an RF-80. Capt. John ("Jack") W. Griffis, Jr. was scheduled to fly but his planned flight for that day is lost to memory. We can be certain it looked nothing like the mission he would actually fly. As the commander of "C" Flight, 15th Tac Recon Squadron, Jack Griffis' call sign was "Charlie One".

At 0915, Maj. Williams and Capt. Voss were airborne and headed northeast. They climbed to an altitude of 25,000 feet and proceeded across the peninsula towards Hamhung; Voss was behind and to the left of Williams’ aircraft. They soon crossed the bomb line and Williams reported this to the Joint Operations Center (JOC).

After about 15 minutes, the pair of RF-86s was in the vicinity of Wonsan. Williams began to descend into the target area. As planned, Voss fell to the rear of Williams to get into his trailing, over watch position. Voss remembered, “We descended toward the mountain pass from 25,000 feet. We reached the correct altitude to fly through. I was directly behind and a little higher than Jack to be where I would better be able to see if he came under fire. I was looking down at the target area while maintaining position and watching him.”

At about five miles out from the Chosen hydroelectric plant, they had descended to about 3000 feet and were flying 100 knots slower than the planned approach speed. “We were flying at about 275 knots. I urged him to speed it up. He just once said, 'In a minute'. He sounded wide-awake”, Voss recalled.

 

Thirty to 45 seconds out from the target they were still flying too high and to slow; something was wrong. Voss called Williams but got no response. Unknown to Voss, Williams had already spoken his last words.


“We had flown over the target hydroelectric facility without getting down to the low altitude we planned. Williams’ plane began to stream what appeared to be fuel from the wing root trailing edges." Voss hadn't seen any muzzle flashes, tracers, or any indication of weapons firing from the ground, nor had he witnessed any rounds strike his aircraft. Nonetheless, William's was streaming fuel. "I called Jack and told him he must have been hit and suggested he turn left [south] and start for home. There was no answer from him from that moment on, and no indications that any control inputs [to his aircraft] were made.”

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Frame 4: Fuel Streaming from Major Williams' RF-86A

t this point occurred one of the most extraordinary incidents in the history of the air war in Korea—Capt. Voss turned on his forward oblique camera and started recording the events as they unfolded. Voss recalled, “I began taking pictures with my foreword oblique camera when I saw that he was losing fuel. I operated the camera manually when I actually had something to photograph. His airplane began a gradual climb and gentle turn away from home. His speed changed very little from that time on except for the normal slowing [that would occur] as the airplane began its very gentle climb--and very slight turn to the right [north]. We passed over the mountains that formed the northern part of the valley the river flowed through, and his airplane continued to turn until it was heading east, climbing gradually.”

Frame 6: Capt. Voss maneuvers to Williams right side

Frame 16: Capt. Voss closes on Williams' right side

Voss maneuvered his aircraft from a position at Williams’ left rear to close to his right wing. He hoped to get in close enough to see what was going on in Williams' cockpit.


I couldn't see in the cockpit it was so full of smoke. Fire was coming out of the fuselage behind the cockpit. I kept calling him and telling him to bail out. From the time I first saw the fuel streaming out around his wing roots, I couldn't raise him on the radio. At this point the plane rolled to the right and into me rather abruptly. I pushed over hard to avoid a collision as he passed over me and continued rolling. [This] caused him to get behind me. The last I saw him, his canopy was still on. I maneuvered hard to regain sight of him..." and when I next saw him, his chute was deployed. I finally turned enough to get the scene in my windscreen and took a few pictures.”

As Voss maneuvered his RF-86 in a high-rate turn to the right, he caught sight of Williams' plane below him as it impacted into the ground in a huge fireball. Then, an encouraging sight--a deployed parachute descending to the ground a hundred yards or so from the burning wreckage.


"After the airplane crashed and the chute was on the ground, I made calls for rescue and dived down around the scene. It was obvious that Jack was not moving about though I could not see enough to tell what his condition was. I was operating at very low-power to conserve fuel so I was neither very low nor very fast. It is safe to say that I was under 1,000 feet above ground level.

 

On one of my runs past the crash site, I saw some local farmers who were moving toward the chute. I strafed the ground a couple of hundred yards in front of them. I had mixed feelings about whether he would be better off if the local farmers could get to him or if we kept them away. On the strafing run, I was not aiming at anything. I was just spraying some rounds between the Koreans and Jack’s burning aircraft. I didn't want to hit any of them; I just wanted to say, “Stay back....”

 

After each low-level run past the crash site, Voss climbed back to altitude to continue his calls for assistance.

 

"Mainly I needed to be above the mountains to make radio contact with someone to help. I was short on fuel and trying to stay low enough to keep Jack in sight on the ground. I knew I had only a limited time to CAP [Combat Air Patrol]. I made a blind call on the Guard channel for anyone at high-altitude to relay my call for anyone with sufficient endurance to [replace me and] serve as a CAP.”

 

Approximately 0945 27 June 1952
15th TRS Operations Hut
Kimpo Airfield (K-14)

 

Griffis:

“I was in operations when the word came in. It was a call from Clyde and the location [of the crash site]. For some reason I had my gear and was ready to fly. I must have had maps with me because someone said where the mission had been. I knew exactly where to go. I vaguely recall having been briefed on the hydroelectric plants and that I had the locations on my maps. I went directly to the 45th Tac Recon Squadron [flight line]. We went to the nearest F-80 that had people near it. I seem to recall getting out of a vehicle so someone must have driven me there. I told them that our squadron commander was down and needed a CAP. I asked them if they had an F-80 ready to go. They pointed me to the nearest one and someone said it was ready to go with hot guns. I got in and took off. I didn't ask anyone's permission. I think I was on the runway in 10 minutes or less after the word had come in. [Once airborne] I went full bore to the scene...”

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U.S.S. Iowa off Wonsan, April 1952
The Battleship U.S.S. Iowa off Wonsan, North Korea - April 1952
It is probable that the HOS-1 helicopter at the stern is the aircraft that picked up Major Williams.

 

Approximately 0945 27 June 1952
U.S.S. Iowa
Task Force 95 (Blockade and Escort Force - Rear Admiral J. E. Gingrich)
Sea of Japan

 

[U.S.S. Iowa receives/monitors request for search and rescue and dispatches helicopter...Strong possibility the aircrew of this helicopter was Navy LT Robert L. Dolton and AM1 Willis A. Meyers. Dolton and Meyers had rescued LT(JG) Harold A. Riedl on 16 July 1952 after his F4U was shot down 30 miles northwest of Hungnam. This rescue occurred eleven days prior to Major Williams being shot down.]

 

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Voss:

“After several attempts I got a reply from some Marines who said they were in the area in Corsairs and could be there in 10 or 15 minutes. We met at an agreed altitude and I led them to the site. With all the smoke it was easy to find. Once I pulled up above the mountain to start home, I heard the Marines talking as they approached the site and it was a thrill to hear how gung ho they were to do the job. My thought was that with those guys circling Jack, no one other than the rescue people would be allowed to get within a mile of him.

 

The helicopter was in contact with the fellow at altitude to relay my distress calls and while they were on their way, they asked if the downed airman was alive. That was relayed to me by the high CAP pilot. Of course I answered ‘Yes’, because I didn't know what his condition was. I only knew that he was on the ground and not moving. Chances are good, I thought, that he was unconscious or disabled, but alive. With that report the helicopter crew came on in.”

 

Griffis:

“When I arrived at the site, there was a single Corsair circling in the valley [and] I checked in with him. Something was said on the radio about someone chasing a couple farmers away from the chute. I had to make my passes down the valley as I could not turn between the hills. Williams was lying on the corner of the chute in an open area. I made a couple of passes down the valley before I noticed the chopper.”

 

U.S. Navy HO3S1 HelicopterUsing the smoke from the burning remains of FU-217, the helicopter crew was talked in to Williams’ location. “The rescue chopper arrived and hovered off to the side and above the chute”, Griffis recalled. They hovered over his location to get a good look at him; the downdraft of the rotor blades buffeting the grass and Williams’ parachute. After a moment, the helicopter pilot reported, “He looks dead."

[last Voss photo]

Griffis, orbiting overhead, heard the call. He toggled his mike and said, “This is Charlie One. Pick him up...” Griffis received no response. Frustrated, he called again, “This is Charlie one. Pick him up, over…” For some reason, Griffis could hear the helicopter crew but they could not hear him over the radio. Sensing a commo problem between the two, the CAP pilot relayed Griffis’ instruction to the rescue helicopter. The helicopter pilot’s answer to the CAP was garbled but what Griffis did hear was, “…he looks very dead…don't pick up dead...” Angered by this response, Griffis burst over the radio, “PICK HIM UP!” The CAP pilot immediately relayed to the helicopter, “Charlie One says, PICK HIM UP!"

 

At last, the chopper pilot acknowledged he would do just that. To assure the helicopter crew of their safety, Griffis suggested to the CAP that they fly strafing runs on either side of the helicopter when it went into land. This they did as the helicopter went in to pick up Williams.

 

Capt. Rigsby flying about [x] miles to the south recalled, "I was airborne on a mission in east Korea. I heard nearly all the communications while performing my mission. It took the helicopter a long time to get to the site where Jack had landed. I heard the chopper commander say, "OK boys, we are going in now, so stay alert..."

 

The helicopter came in fast and settled on the ground in the open area next to Williams. A Navy air crewman got out of the helicopter and ran to Williams’ body. By some means, the crewman freed Williams from his parachute and dragged him onto the aircraft. The helicopter lifted off from the scene, and after several minutes, Rigsby heard the pilot say, "We are clear of the area now..."

 

As the helicopter exited the area, Rigsby heard a voice on the radio ask, "How is the pilot?"

 

"I will never forget the words of the helicopter commander", Rigsby remembered. "The pilot is dead, very dead'."


As Capt. Voss headed south, his fuel gauge indicated that he had remained in the area above Williams as long as his fuel supply would permit:

 

“I was past our briefed ‘Bingo’. I was thinking what the minimum fuel requirement was to get to Kimpo. I planned to drop my external tanks when they were empty but after starting to climb out toward home I discovered that they refused to jettison. I spent too much time and energy, I'm sure, trying to get them to fall off, but finally one came off when I pulled several quick Gs. A little later, the other came off.

 

I flew directly toward what I thought to be the nearest friendly territory and when I saw I could make that, I turned directly toward Kimpo. On the way home, I stayed in contact with the first CAP who relieved me and I asked about Jack's condition he told me that the helicopter crew reported that he was ‘very dead’. I asked no further questions.

 

After landing, I didn't bother to see how many actual gallons I had left, but the gauge was reading empty when I landed. I had enough to taxi in...”

 

Voss:

“It is my opinion that the ground fire hit his cockpit as well as other places and that he was disabled at that time. At no time after that did the aircraft show any signs of pilot control inputs. His cockpit was so full of smoke that I believe he would have ejected well before the seat ejection was activated—[which] I believe [was caused] by the fire [in the aircraft].”

 

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Shirley and Jack Williams - Wedding Day
9/5/44 - Ft. Lawton, WA

"Col. Gabreski WWII Ace came to pay respects. He knew Dad in Korea."

Kris and Shirley Williams at Jack Williams' final resting place

Kris Williams--like her father--learned to fly...

"I loved the 'JP' in the aircraft number of my plane. My father...was sometimes called 'JP'. I always felt Dad was with me when I was flying."

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"Even though Dad's time on earth was far too short, his footprint was very large. He touched the lives of many individuals, who have never forgotten his goodness and the extraordinary kind of man his was. Dad is my standard in all that I do in life." -- Kris Williams, 2002


 


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