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Richard Ira "Bing" Bong

America's Ace of Aces

USAAF   Major   -   Medal of Honor, DSC,
Silver Star with 1 OLC (Oak Leaf Cluster),
Distinguished Flying Cross (British)
DFC with 6 OLCs, Air Medal with 14 OLCs

Born 24 September 1920 in Wisconsin, the first of 9 children
His father was a Swedish immigrant, his mother an American
He grew up on the family farm in Poplar
He worked on the farm, hunted & fished
Played sports on the school teams & sang in the church choir
Always a big fan of airplanes, he was an avid model builder
In 1938 he enrolled at Superior State Teacher's College &
Learned to fly in the Civilian Pilot Training Program
At 20 (in 1941), he became a cadet in the Army Air Corps
Apparently, one of his instructors was Barry Goldwater
Winged & Commissioned at Luke Field, 9 January 1942
Sent to Hamilton Field (49FS 14FG) for P-38 training
Reprimanded & grounded for low flying,
He was left behind when the 49th was sent to England
He subsequently transferred to the 84FS 78FG
Posted to the Pacific & the 9FS 49FG
He was temp. assigned to the 39FS 35FG & on 27 Dec. 1942
  - scored his 1st kill & on 8 Jan. 1943 became an ace
Back to 9/49 (11 Jan.?) where he racked up most of his 27
Sent home & rested - Returned to the Pacific Theatre  [details]
He was technically off combat operations for his remaining kills

  Dick Bong

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R.A.F. and U.S. Fliers Reach Upper Ace Class

London, 13 April 1944 (CP) — Wing Cmdr. J. R. D. Braham joined the upper brackets of the Empire's fighter aces today when he destroyed his 26th enemy plane, a twin-engine German machine which he shot down during a Mosquito intruder patrol over Denmark.
The 23-year-old R.A.F. ace, holder of the D.S.O. and Bar and the D.F.C. and two Bars, now is the fourth highest scorer among Empire airmen still on operations.
Flt. Lt. George (Buzz) Beurling of Verdun, Que., heads the list with 31 victims, but the greatest living R.A.F. ace is Group Capt. A. G. (Sailor) Malan, with 32 German planes to his credit. He now is off operations.
Braham, known as "The Destroyer" to the R.A.F., is Britain's deadliest night fighter. Nineteen of his kills were made in the dark.
Capt. Don S. Gentile, top United States fighter ace in the European theatre, with 23 planes destroyed in the air and seven on the ground, was badly shaken when forced to crash-land his fighter at his home base after a recent mission, it was disclosed today.
Meanwhile, at Allied Headquarters in the Southwest Pacific, it was announced that Capt. Richard I. Bong, Poplar, Wis., has shot down 27 enemy planes in aerial combat to become the highest ranking United States ace in this or the last war. Bong's 26th and 27th victories were achieved in raids over the Japanese base at Hollandia, New Guinea.
Neither air commanders in the Southwest Pacific nor the R.A.F. credit pilots with planes destroyed on the ground, and these fliers still have a long way to go to reach the mark of 72 planes downed by the Canadian, Air Marshal W. A. Bishop, V.C., from 1916 to 1918.
A special release announcing Bong's achievement said all of his 27 victories were scored while flying fighter planes over enemy territory. He was ordered to duty in the Southwest Pacific in September, 1942, later went on leave to the United States and returned to active duty early this year.

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Yank Flier Gets 27th Jap, Called U. S. 'Ace of Aces'
All of Enemy Planes Destroyed in Air

ALLIED HEADQUARTERS Southwest Pacific, 13 April 1944 (UP) — Capt. Richard I. Bong, 23-year-old Poplar, Wis., farm boy who shot down his 26th and Z7th planes in aerial combat yesterday, was proclaimed America's "Ace of Aces" today in a communiqué from Gen. Douglas MacArthur's headquarters.
Capt. Bong, who has blonde wavy hair, is five feet eight and weighs 160 pounds, has achieved 400 combat hours in the air and could, quit combat flying any time he wanted to do so, but he intends to keep on hunting and shooting down Jap planes.

'Going to Get All I Can'
"The war is going to last a long time," Capt. Bong told a United Press reporter recently. "I'm going to get all I can. I'll even go out looking for Japs if necessary."
The young pilot, whose P-38 Lightning carries on its nose a large picture of his girl friend, Marjorie Vattendahl of Superior, Wis., broke the existing record for planes destroyed in the air by bagging two Japs during a raid on Hollandia New Guinea, yesterday.
Those who know and fight with Capt. Bong credit his success to two things — he is a dead shot, and he holds his fire until he is within 300 feet rather than banging away at 1500 feet as do many pilots.

He Wears 20 Medals
Capt. Bong brought Lightnings home on one engine five times and his new Lightning already has ack-ack holes in it.
He wears 20 medals, including the Distinguished Service Cross won last Oct. 23, the Silver Star with Oak Leaf Cluster, the Distinguished Flying Cross with four Oak Leaf Clusters, and the Air Medal with 11 Oak Leaf Clusters.
Capt. Bong recently said that his worst ordeal was during a home leave, when he had to speak on the radio and be interviewed.
[Capt. Don Gentile of Piqua, Oh., was awarded the title of America's No. 1 fighter ace by the Eighth Air Force in Britain earlier this week, but seven of the 30 planes he was credited with destroying were demolished on the ground. All 27 of those destroyed by Capt. Bong were shot down in combat. Air commanders in the Southwest Pacific do not credit pilots with planes destroyed on the ground.] Capt. Bong's credit of 27 planes, disclosed in an official announcement, broke the previous record of 26 set by Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker to the First World War, and since equaled in this war by two Marine majors, Joe Foss, Sioux Falls, S. D., and Gregory Boyington, Okanogan, Wash.

 
Bong beats record
Captain Richard Bong stands with his P-38 Lightning fighter plane. He recently surpassed Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker's score of 26 enemy planes shot down in air combat. Bong's score of 27 planes makes him the leading American Air Ace in this or any other war
[Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker said today in New York that he was "delighted" that his World War I record of 26 planes downed had been broken by Capt. Bong and extended his "heartiest congratulations." He added: "In fact I expect my record to be broken by many pilots and will be surprised if it is not doubled or trebled before this war is over."]
Maj. Boyington, missing since he downed his 26th plane, was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor in Washington yesterday.

Details Withheld
Details of Wednesday's dogfights over New Guinea were not disclosed.
The population of Capt Bong's home town is given as 462. Thus, his bag of 27 enemy planes is one for every 17.1 persons in Poplar.
Capt. Bong was ordered to the Southwest Pacific on Sept. 10, 1942, when he started his string of victories. All except one of the 27 enemy planes were shot down over Jap territory. The exception was not revealed, although it was believed to have occurred during the last big enemy raid on Port Moresby, New Guinea, a year ago.
Capt. Bong's biggest kill in one battle was over Lae last August, when he bagged four planes. He got his first kill on Dec. 27, 1942, when he shot down a Zero fighter and a dive bomber.

Capt. Bong's Visit Home Recalled by Parents
POPLAR, Wis., April 13 (UP) — The parents of Capt. Richard Bong. Mr. and Mrs Carl T. Bong, his five sisters and two brothers and his grandmother recalled with happiness today his homecoming last November when their farm house was filled with more than 100 guests.
"We had the 29-piece band from the 352nd Air Forces Training Detachment at Superior State Teachers College there to greet him," remembered Mrs. Bong. "I guess there never has been such excitement in Poplar."
"During the hunting season there wasn't a deer in Northern Wisconsin that was safe when Richard was out with his gun," his father said. "Now he's hunting bigger game and we certainly are proud of him."

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Doesn't Look Like A Hero

13 April 1944 - CBS Correspondent William J. Dunn broadcast from New Guinea today that Captain Bong doesn't look like an ace at all — Frankly, Dick Bong wouldn't rate even momentary consideration for the starring role in a Hollywood air production," he added:
"The other night a bunch of boys were eating dinner in an American canteen somewhere in the southwest Pacific. A bomber pilot jabbed his fork in the general direction of the door and said, 'See that guy over there?'
"That guy over there" was a medium-sized youngster in the middle twenties, dressed in wrinkled, dusty khaki pants and shirt.
"No tie ... no cap on his unruly blond hair, and only a tiny set of captain's bars and a pair of pilot's wings to distinguish him from the run of the mine G.I.
"Actually he looked like the kid who used to fill the tank of your auto and wipe the windshield down at the corner filling station. And he might well have been just that. No one gave him any attention except the other pilots, but there was nothing about him to command attention. 'That,' said the bomber pilot, 'Is Dick Bong.'"

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FOES LOSE IN AIR TO AMERICAN ACES
Capt. Bong's 27 Planes Downed in Combat Put Him at Top

(By The Associated Press, 13 April 1944) - Today's Southwest Pacific headquarters announcement that Capt. Richard Ira Bong has downed 27 enemy planes in combat makes him the leading American ace in number of planes shot down in combat, but second to Capt. Don S. Gentile of the European theater in the number destroyed both in the air and on the ground.
Gentile, the Piqua Ohio fighter pilot who flies from Britain, is credited with 30 planes destroyed — 23 shot from the skies and seven others destroyed on the ground.
Bong, who lives at Poplar, Wis., broke Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker's long-standing record of 26 planes shot down in combat in World War I by getting his 26th and 27th enemy plane over the Japanese base at Hollandia, New Guinea.
Only planes destroyed in aerial combat are tallied in the Pacific theater while all planes destroyed, both on the ground and in combat, are credited to Eighth air force fliers in Britain, the navy keeps no official counts of individual victories but Lt. (jg) Ira Kepford of Muskegon, Mich., is credited with 16 Japanese planes.
The Marine record of 26 planes downed is held jointly by Maj. Joe Foss of Sioux Falls, S.D. and Maj. Gregory Boyington of Okanogan, Wash., who is missing in action.
Nineteen other army, navy and marine corps fliers have destroyed 15 or more enemy planes, and while Mediterranean theater records list no fliers among the top 24 with 15 or more planes to their credit, the two leaders there are Maj. Herschel Green of Mayfield, Ky., with 13 and Lt William J. Sloan of Richmond, Va. with 12.
The leading aces are:
European theater: Capt. Don S. Gentile, Piqua, Oh., 30; Capt. Robert S. Johnson, Lawton, Okla., 22; Capt. Duane W. Beeson, Boise, Ida., 21; Maj. Walker Mahurin, Fort Wayne, Ind., (missing) 21; Maj. Gerald Johnson, Owenton, Ky., (missing) 18; Maj. Walter Beckham, De Funiak Springs, Fla., (missing) 18; Maj. Francis S. Gabreski, Oil City, Pa., 17; and Lt.-Col. Glenn E. Duncan, Houston, Tex., 15.
Pacific (Army): Capt. Richard Bong, Popular, Wis., 27; Col. Neel E. Kearby, San Antonio, Tex., (missing) 21; Lt.-Col. Thomas J. Lynch, Catasauqua, Pa., (dead) 19; Capt. Thomas B. McGuire, Jr., San Antonio, Tex., 17; Maj. Robert Westbrook, Hollywood, Calif., 16 and Maj. George S. Welch, Wilmington, Del., 16.
Pacific (Marines): Maj. Joe Foss, Sioux Falls, S.D., 26; Maj. Gregory Boyington, Okanogan, Wash., (missing) 26; Lt. Robert Hanson, Newtonville, Mass., (missing) 26; Capt. Donald Aldrich, Chicago, 20; Lt. Kenneth Walsh, Brooklyn and Washington, 20; Lt.-Col. John L. Smith, Lexington, Okla., 19; Maj. M. E. Carl, Hubbard, Ore., 17; Lt. William J. Thomas, El Dorado, Kan., 16 and Capt. Harold R. Spears of Ironton, Ohio with 15.

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AIR ATTACK BLASTS JAPS AT HOLLANDIA

By RICHARD C. BERGHOLZ Associated Press War Editor, 14 April 1944 - The ships and planes with which Japan hoped to revive its smashed defenses at Hollandia, Dutch New Guinea, were left burning and battered after a massive coordinated air attack Wednesday, allied headquarters in the southwest Pacific reported today.
At least one freighter was sunk in Hollandia harbor and nine other small craft were left burning and sinking after the fifth air force pilots had pinpointed their target with one of the heaviest bomb loads in the New Guinea campaign.
Of the 20 Japanese planes that bravely rose to intercept the 200-plane allied force, eight were shot down — two by the guns of the Lightning fighter piloted by America's No. 1 ace, Maj. Richard I, Bong, Poplar, Wis. The two victims raised Bong's total to 27, highest in American history.
During the past two weeks, allied airmen have smashed Hollandia with 1334 tons of bombs and destroyed its reinforced air force of 288 planes.
Other air war reports told of American bomber attacks ranging from Koepang, Dutch Timor, which is west of Darwin, Australia, to Truk in the eastern Caroline islands, with way stops at such targets as Wewak, Hansa bay and Madang, New Guinea, Rabaul, New Britain, Kavieng, New Ireland and Bougainville island in the Solomons.
Four targets in the Kurile Islands north of Japan were raked by 11th air force planes, including the third attack in three days on Matsuwa Island.

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Luke Field Flyer Gets 27th Plane To Become First Ace To Beat Rickenbacker Mark

ALLIED HEADQUARTERS, Southwest Pacific, 14 April 1944 - (AP) - Capt. Richard I. Bong of Poplar, Wis., a graduate of Luke field, Arizona has shot down 27 enemy planes in aerial combat to become the highest ranking American ace in this or any other war.
Headquarters announced today, Bong's 26th and 27th victories were achieved in raids over the Jap base at Hollandia, New Guinea.
The flyer, who completed his training course under Col. Ennis Whitehead, is still flying under his old commanding officer, Maj. Gen. Whitehead, deputy commander of the, U.S. Fifth air force.
Bong's total exceeds the 26 planes credited to Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker, World War I ace. All of Bong's victims have been shot down during aerial combat. Air commanders in the Southwest Pacific do not credit pilots with planes destroyed on the ground.
A special headquarters release announcing Bong's achievement said all of his 27 victories have been scored while flying Lightning fighter planes over enemy territory.
Bong after winning his wings at Luke Field was ordered to active duty in the Southwest Pacific in September 1942.
He returned to active duty early this year after a leave which permitted him to visit his home.
There's a picture of Capt. Bong's fiancé on the nose of his Lightning fighter plane and the Japanese air force is learning the hard way that it means to try to pump gunfire into the picture.
The fiancé is Miss Marge Vattendahl, Superior, Wis., a student at Superior State Teacher's College and the 23-year-old Poplar, Wis., Army Air Corps pilot obviously is thinking of her when he says:
"I'm taking no unnecessary chances because I want to get back."
But that doesn't mean the ace is looking forward to a ground assignment. "I'd be lost on a desk job," he says.
 
General Whitehead, Bong & Wurtsmith
Maj.-Gen. Ennis Whitehead watches as Paul Wurtsmith lights "Bing" Bong a cigarette somewhere in the South Pacific
When he returned, Bong had 21 Japanese planes to his credit and was in a battle for top honors with other aces, Col. Neel Kearby of San Antonio, Texas, now listed as missing, and Lt. Col. Tom Lynch, Catasauqua, Pa., subsequently killed in action.
Bong got his first plane on Dec. 27, 1942, over Salamaua, New Guinea, shortly after he arrived in this war theater. He was one of the first Lightning pilots to enter the air war against the Japanese.
Maj.-Gen. Whitehead said Bong's record is all the more spectacular because on most of his flights he had to cover long distances over hazardous mountains and had little time for aerial combat.
On yesterday's record breaking combat mission, Bong had to fly more than the distance from New York to Chicago to reach his target.
The No. 1 ace has never been shot down but has come home on several occasions in a badly crippled plane.
Other pilots rate Bong one of the best shots in the air corps and say he is a daring and imaginative pilot.

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Bong Becomes a Major; Felicitations Widespread
Goodland Wires Parents of Poplar Flier; College, High School Youths of Superior Celebrate

14 April 1944 - It's MAJOR Richard Ira Bong now. The promotion came Wednesday, the same day that he shot down two Japanese planes to become the first American pilot in history to down 27 enemy aircraft in aerial combat.
The 23 year old Poplar (Wis.) pilot's achievement brought national acclaim. Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker, whose World War I record of 26 enemy planes downed in the skies was broken by Bong, said in New York City that he was delighted and extended his heartiest congratulations. Gov. Goodland wired Mr. and Mrs. Carl Bong, the flier's parents, that "Wisconsin and its loyal citizens are proud of the gallant record of your famous son." The Superior (Wis.) American Legion post cabled the ace its congratulations as the "fightin'est" fighter.

An Impromptu Parade
And if the promotion had been known Thursday, the jubilation of Superior State Teachers college and Central High School youths would have been even greater as they paraded in celebration over Bong's achievement.
The celebrants, scores of boys and girls accompanied by the Army Air Corps Cadet group attending the teachers college, marched through Superior streets singing songs of the air forces and other branches of the armed services. Leading them, arm in arm, were Dr. R. C. Williams, president of the college: Miss Marjorie (Marge) Vattendahl, the coed whose picture adorns the nose of Bong's Lightning fighter plane, and Geraldine Bong, a teachers college sophomore and one of Bong's seven brothers and sisters.
It was a big day to the young people, who got a chance to see Gen. MacArthur's "ace of aces" at first hand when he was home on leave from mid-November until early January. School officials said the excitement and buzz of conversation in classes was so steady Thursday that they decided to dismiss both college and high school youths at 3 p. m. so they could blow off steam by parading.

All Victories in Air
Allied headquarters in the southwest Pacific disclosed Bong's promotion in a second special communique. Thursday the headquarters announced that he had downed his twenty-sixth and twenty-seventh Jap planes, emphasizing that the victories were in aerial combat.
Bong, like other American fighter pilots, actually has shot down more planes than those with which he officially is credited. Only a few days ago, press services reported, he flew through a cloud, spotted a Japanese, shot him down and saw him hit the ground flaming. But Bong had become separated from his wingmen and discovered later that his camera had not worked. Under the official rules, other pilots must see the enemy hit the ground or the camera must show him blowing up. Bong has credit for at least six "Probables."

 
Gerry Bong & Marge
The reason for these happy faces is Richard Bong who this week became America's "Ace of Aces." At left is his sister Gerry & with her is the pilot's girlfriend, Marge Vattendahl. They are classmates at Superior State teacher's College

He "Straddled" 26
In a letter which Bong's father received this week, the Wisconsin ace wrote that he was going to "straddle" the 26 figure "by getting a double." The jump from 26 to 27 enemy planes has had a jinx stigma, particularly since Maj. Gregory Boyington, a marine flier, was declared missing in January after he got his twenty-sixth enemy. Besides Boyington, Maj. Joe Foss of the marines also has 26 "kills" to his credit in this war. Foss recently returned to duty in the south Pacific but reportedly has been grounded.
War correspondents in the southwest Pacific recalled Thursday that Capt. Rickenbacker, when he visited that theater several months ago, promised a case of Scotch whisky to the first pilot who broke the 26 record. They reasoned, under scoring rules of the theater, that Bong was eligible for the award, but speculated on Bong's disposal of the prize.
Bong has no prejudice against liquor, and on rare occasions will drink a glass of beer, but he just doesn't care about imbibing, his fellow fliers have learned. Maybe there will be a party for Bong's unit.

Rickenbacker to Pay
Capt. Rickenbacker said Friday that he would not "leave a stone unturned to fulfill my part of the bargain."
'Where I will obtain the Scotch or how I can get it to Maj. Bong is yet unknown," he added. He explained that the offer was made after he addressed a group of combat pilots at Port Moresby, New Guinea, which he visited with Gen. MacArthur and Lieut. Gen. George C. Kenney, commander of the 5th air force.
"Gen. Kenney told the boys he would give the first pilot in that area who broke my World War I record a bottle of Scotch," Rickenbacker said. "I immediately offered to make it a case of Scotch and Gen MacArthur added a case of champagne."
Rickenbacker said that not only was he going to live up to the promise, but that he was sure the two generals would do the same.
"In fact they may have made the celebration possible already," he added.
Gov. Goodland's wire to the flier's parents described Maj. Bong as now the ace flier of the nation."
"He will go down in history as one of the most famous of the nation's warriors. We all glory in his achievements." The governor said.
Carl and Dora Bong did not react to the excitement of the day as did so many others in Douglas County. When visited by reporters Thursday night, Mrs. Bong was found working at several scrapbooks that hold scores of her son's accomplishments. She had hopes of catching up with unfinished work on the books, but she said Thursday night, "I guess I'll never catch up now."
Carl Bong worked hard all day preparing for spring and summer work on the 300 acres he cultivates in five farms, one of which the family occupies. He exhibited the letter which related Dick's plan to straddle the 26, but otherwise was noncommittal. He is a bit disturbed about Maj. Bong's 17 year old brother, Carl (Bud) entering service, as the senior Bong is counting on the help of Bud and "the girls" to carry them through the coming farming operations.
Bud did his chores Thursday after school then went out to practice a bit of shooting on crows. Recently he took the army air corps examinations for high school pupils wishing to become flying cadets. He ranked highest among 27 youths who look the tests at Superior but he is disgruntled because the Army now, at least temporarily, has closed Air Corps recruiting. He will be 18 in October.
Bong's achievements received notice too in California and Arizona, where he received his flying training. Maj Thomas J. Davis, jr. deputy training director at Luke Field, Arizona said Bong was "exceptionally qualified in gunnery and even though we did not have the fine equipment now used, he turned in very high scores."

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Ace Bong Afraid Of Microphones, Wants To Keep Fighting

By Olen W. Clements, AN ADVANCED ALLIED AIR BASE, NEW GUINEA, 15 April 1944 — (AP) — Maj. Richard I. Bong, who fellow pilots say was almost nerveless in knocking down his record score of 27 Japanese planes, winces when he thinks of coming home to face microphones and war-bond sales rallies.
"I'd go nuts if I couldn't keep on flying in combat," he declared in an interview.
Bong, newly promoted to major, unofficially is credited with 30 enemy planes plus six probables, to say nothing of a grounded Japanese bomber he once set afire by strafing.
The poplar, Wis., flier feels no different at all since he shot down two enemy ships in the Hollandia, New Guinea area Wednesday to break Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker's World War I record of 26 planes shot down in air combat.
Marge Vattendahl
The photo of Marge on Bong's plane
 
"I don't feel a damn bit different," he remarked, "except that I'm pretty miffed over this business." (He referred to the business of being interviewed.)
One reason he was miffed, he admitted later, was that he had planned on pasting a new photograph of his girl on the nose of his fighter plane this afternoon.
"I'd be doing it right now if it wasn't for you guys," he said in the direction of newsmen.
Bong's sweetheart is Marjorie Vattendahl, Superior (Wis.) State Teacher's College student. The last plane he had her picture on was lost by another pilot when an engine conked out, forcing the pilot to jump.
Newsmen told Bong he would soon be submitting to radio interviews and probably would be selling war bonds. He winced and countered that he just wanted to keep on fighting in the air.
Major Bong commented that he had not changed his opinion of Japanese fighter pilots, which is that he felt they were pretty poor. He added, grinning that he would "a lot rather be fighting the Japs than the Germans."
Pressed further for his choice of Japanese over German, he said: "Our pilots are more expendable over there. Besides, they fight at too high altitude to suit me. And if I was over there I'd be just like any new fighter pilot out there. I'd be up against new tactics and have to learn all over again."
Bong's pilot friends say he is almost nerveless in combat and Bong admits he has never been "bothered" in combat since he shot down his first plane, on Dec. 12, 1942.
"All I do is make a pass at them and try to knock them down," he puts it. "Of course, I try to get above them if I can. Wednesday, when I got my last two I must have made fourteen passes before I shot one down. If I make a pass and miss, I go on away and come back later to try to get him."
Bong said he didn't remember his toughest fight. Then he added: "I told the reporters all about that stuff anyhow when I was back in the states."
Major Bong has been grounded indefinitely since he established the new record and is still on the office job he was assigned to on his return from furlough in the United States in February.

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Mothers, Sons Paid Tribute In Broadcast

15 April 1944, CHICAGO — (AP) - Three American women — mothers of three of the country's outstanding air heroes — paid tribute yesterday to all American mothers and their sons on a "Mothers for Victory" broadcast over the Blue network. They were Mrs. Patsy Gentile, Piqua, O., mother of Capt. Don Gentile, credited with 30 Nazi planes; Mrs. Dora Bong Poplar, Wis., whose son, Maj. Richard Bong, knocked out 27 Jap planes; and Mrs. L. B. Johnson, Lawton, Okla., mother of Capt. Robert S. Johnson, who brought down 27 enemy planes over Europe.
Major Bong took part in the broadcast with his mother here. The other two women had received word their boys were returning home on furloughs. A fourth mother, Mrs. Marry Vincent Parle, spoke on the program from Omaha, Neb. Unlike the other three, she had no hopes for her son's return. Ensign John Parle was killed in action during the invasion of Sicily and her message was addressed to the crew of the USS Parle, a destroyer named after him.
The Chicago Herald-American and the New York Journal-American sponsored the program.

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Army Orders Ground Bong After Record

At an Advanced Allied Air Base, New Guinea, 15 April 1944 - (AP) - Maj. Richard I. Bong of Poplar, Wis., ace of the south Pacific, has been ordered
"grounded indefinitely," it was disclosed Saturday. The order was issued after he brought down his last two Japanese planes Wednesday.

Scotch in abundance was turning up Saturday for Maj. Richard I Bong's achievement in bettering Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker's record of 26 planes shot down in World War I.
At least 50 offers or cases of the rare beverage, including one from Bong's home state of Wisconsin, have been received by Rickenbacker, who had promised to send a case to the first American flier to break his record. Rickenbacker said Friday he would send the Scotch to the southwest Pacific ace if he could get it. Bong himself is not a drinking man, but he made it clear, through war correspondents, that he would not turn it down. He pointed out that his flying mates could use it.
"Where I will obtain the Scotch or how I can get it to Maj. Bong is yet unknown, but I will not leave a stone unturned to fulfill my part of the bargain," Rickenbacker said.

Milwaukeean Sends Wire
As soon as Rickenbacker's difficulties became known, telegrams offering cases of the liquor began arriving at the New York office of the World War I ace. One of them was from Lou Davis of 3170 N. 47th st., Milwaukee, an agent for a liquor company. Davis said he had set aside for Rickenbacker a case he had been saving for his wife's birthday party, to be held May 30 at the Shorecrest hotel. In his wire, Davis said: "Have case of Scotch for Capt. Bong. Will ship at no cost to you on receipt of your orders to ship. Will deliver this case in any part of United States, including Hawaii or Alaska. This is from Wisconsin, Bong's home state, and that is the least we can do." Other offers came from admirers of the Wisconsin ace in all parts of the country.
Bong, whose home is at Poplar (Douglas county), told reporters who interviewed him Saturday for the first time since he received his gold leaves as a major Wednesday that they could send this message to Rickenbacker:
"Many, many thanks; please rush it out here for the boys."
A CBS news reporter said in a broadcast Friday night, however, that when the offer was first made "some months ago," the flier appeared reluctant to accept. He quoted Bong as having said: "Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll take Coca-Cola."

"Head Man" Remembered
And, the broadcaster said, "one high ranking officer who did know it sent him a case of that drink yesterday. It was the head man himself, boss of the army air forces, Gen. H. H. Arnold."
Bong, who has shot down 27 Japanese planes for sure and six "probables," winced Saturday when reporters suggested that he might go home to help sell war bonds by facing, microphones and addressing rallies.
"I'd go nuts if I couldn't keep on flying in combat," he said.
Major Bong has little regard for the new Japanese pilots now appearing in this theater. He calls them "dumb or something, for we can get a bead on them pretty easy."

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Bong's Buddies To Get the Scotch

WASHINGTON, 15 April 1944 - (UP) - When Maj. Richard I. Bong and his South Pacific outfit get around to celebrating Bong's new title as all-time American ace-of-aces, Bong will be able to maintain his record as a teetotaler while his buddies work over a case of his Scotch.
This happy turn of events was made possible by two developments today.
First, Cuban Ambassador Aurelio F. Concheso sent a telegram to Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker whose record of destroying 26 enemy aircraft in World War I made him the country's No. 1 ace until Maj. Bong got his 27th Jap plane this week. Rickenbacker had promised a case of Scotch to the first member of the Fifth Air Force to beat his record but thus far had been unable to make good.
"Have just read dispatch," Concheso's telegram said, "advising of your difficulties in obtaining case Scotch promised first flier Fifth Air Force to better your World War I record. Would consider it a pleasure and honor if you would accept case from me in the name of Cuba."
That took care of Bong's outfit, reportedly ready to drink his Scotch in his honor, but it left the non-liquor drinking Bong out in the dry, so to speak.
The day's second development was the War Department's disclosure that Maj. Bong, too, will have liquid refreshment of a kind that will not jeopardize his seat on the water wagon. The department said that Gen. H. H. Arnold, chief of the Army Air Forces, has shipped — by air express — two cases of soft drinks to Bong with this note:
"Understand you prefer this type of refreshment to others. You thoroughly deserve to have the kind you want. The Army Air Forces are proud of you and your splendid record. Congratulations."

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Pacific Ace 'Disgusted'
Bong Shies at Publicity Over 27 Victories in Air

By WILLIAM B. DICKINSON, United Press Staff Writer. ADVANCED AIR BASE, NEW GUINEA, 15 April 1944 — America's Pacific air hero, Maj. Richard I. Bong, who is officially credited with 27 Japanese planes shot down, is a shy retiring and painfully modest fellow, who almost regrets the record he has made because of the publicity that it has brought him.
Asked today how he felt since breaking the record established during the last war by Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker, he said: "I don't feel a bit different than I did a week ago - except that I am disgusted with you guys (the correspondents) for one thing and with everything that is keeping me from getting on with the job."
He said that he wanted to pile up more combat missions against the Japanese, but that he had been grounded temporarily and that he did not know how long it would last.
Asked if he expected to be sent home to aid another War Bond drive - he just got back from a recent tour of the U.S. - he replied. "I hope not."
Maj. Bong was a captain when he shot down his last two Japanese planes Wednesday over Tanahmerah Bay in the Hollandia area, receiving his majority after breaking the Rickenbacker records.
The message from Gen. Douglas MacArthur congratulating him on his victory said, "Bong is a major from today."
Maj. Bong looks anything but the cold ruthless Jap killer that he has proven. He is about five feet, eight inches, weighs about 150 pounds, has short brown curly hair, a snub nose and a wide mouth with rather full lips.
It is only when you notice his piercing blue eyes that he appears in any way different from many an average American small town boy. His eyes miss nothing. They are constantly alert, a trait seen in many fighter pilots.
He speaks in a low voice and usually sparingly, limiting his answers to a "yes" or "no."
Maj. Bong said that he would rather fight the Japanese than the Germans because of the entirely different type of flying in the two theaters of war. He said that they "fly too high an altitude over there to suit me."
He is disappointed that he has not had any time to have an enlargement of his girl's picture put on the nose of his new plane as he has had on his other ships because, "so many guys have been asking me questions about it since I broke the record."

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"BING-BANG" BONG WILL GET HIS WHISKY

NEW YORK, April 16, 1944 (A.A.P.) — Captain Eddie Rickenbacker, leading American air ace of World War I, will be able to keep his promise to present a case of whisky to the first American ace of World War II to pass his score of 26 enemy planes shot down.
When he heard that, last Wednesday, Captain Bong, of Wisconsin, had shot down his 26th and 27th over Hollandia (Dutch New Guinea), he said he did not know where he was to get the whisky, but a Florida publican said last night that he would sacrifice one of his two remaining cases to enable the promise to be kept.
Rickenbacker's next problem is how to get the whisky to Captain Bong. The Florida publican will send it to Rickenbacker as soon as he finds his New York address.
General Douglas MacArthur, Commander-in-Chief in the South-west Pacific, now has to find the case of Champagne which he promised to add to Rickenbacker's gift, but this is not expected to present any great difficulty.
[Captain Bong is nicknamed "Bing-Bang" by his fellow fighter pilots because, they say, he is sudden death to Zeros. He began his operations in the New Guinea area about the end of 1942, and in six months had scored 15 Japanese aircraft to his credit.]
With his boyish face, turned-up nose and shy manner, Bong looks younger than his 23 years. Fellow pilots say that he really enjoys having a Zero "on his tail" because when it is there he knows just where it is and goes after it with special tactics he has evolved for himself, and is always supremely confident that he will get it.
 
Bong & his P-38
His new record betters not only that of Captain Rickenbacker, but that of Major J. Foss and Major Gregory Boyington, US Marine fliers, who each also had 26 enemy planes to his credit. Major Boyington was last week reported missing.

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Christgau Frowns On Whisky Prize

DES MOINES, Ia. 17 April 1944 — (INS) — O. G. Christgau, superintendent of the Iowa Anti-Saloon League, wired a protest yesterday to Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker, denouncing the captain's promise of a case of Scotch to Maj. Richard Bong, Marine fighting ace. Christgau's wire read:
"I cannot believe you were correctly quoted as having promised a case of Scotch to Bong.
If correctly quoted, I urge you to consider far-reaching complications of your endorsement of whisky for American fliers. The 'teen age alcohol problem already is serious enough without having the first World War ace flier glorifying whisky by publicly offering a prize to an idolized hero of the present World War.
What good would a case of Scotch have done you while you were on that life raft?"
Rickenbacker made the promise to the first flier who broke his record when he visited the south Pacific. He said he had learned from relatives of Major Bong in Poplar, Wis., that the new ace "doesn't drink." But, he said: "I know a little about that. I too, was a teetotaler during the first World War."

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Bong Won't Get Case Of Scotch

ALLIED HEADQUARTERS, Southwest Pacific, 17 April 1944 — (UP) — Gen. Douglas MacArthur doesn't consider "liquor or spirituous wines as appropriate recognition" for Maj. Richard I. Bong's record-breaking feat of shooting down 27 enemy planes, so the Poplar, Wis., ace will not get the case of Scotch whisky promised by Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker to the first American pilot to exceed his World War I record of 26 planes shot down.
Instead, MacArthur indicated Bong's promotion from captain to major on the day his record was confirmed was a more proper recognition.
[Bong is not a drinking man and Saturday General H.H. Arnold told Associated Press war correspondents he was sending the ace a couple cases of soft drinks.]

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Bong Heard in Broadcast; Rickenbacker Lauds Ace

New York, N. Y. - (UP) - Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker, leading American ace of World War I, congratulated Maj. Richard I. Bong, "top man" of this war, in a two way radio broadcast over NBC Monday night.
Rickenbacker, who shot down 26 aircraft in the first World war, asked Bong, credited with sending 27 Japanese planes crashing to earth, how it felt to be "top man."
"Thanks for those kind wards, Capt Rickenbacker," Bong replied from the southwest Pacific. "But you know every flier over here is trying to knock down as many Japs as possible."
“Tell me Major Bong, what quality of Jap fighter pilot are you meeting now?” Rickenbacker inquired.
“The pilots out here – I don’t think they are nearly as good as they used to be," said Bong.
"The old-timers," he said, "had more experience. The present ones seem easier to get. It's not only that, our planes and our fliers are better than the Japs, too."
Rickenbacker and Bong agreed there can be no "victory until the Pacific is cleaned of Japanese." Rickenbacker extended his congratulations to "the boys who keep your planes in shape and make possible the air victories of you and others like you who are cutting your way through the skies toward Berlin and Tokyo."
"That's our job here," Bong said. "And if they'll let us stay here long enough and keep those hot planes coming our way, we'll do it, but there can be no victory until the Pacific is cleaned out."

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W.C.T.U. Leader Is Pleased Over MacArthur Action

Evanston, Ill., 19 April 1944 - (AP) - Douglas MacArthur's refusal to permit Maj. Richard I. Bong, America's combat ace, to accept a case of Scotch whisky as a reward for shooting down 27 Jap planes is "gratifying," says the Women's Christian Temperance union.
Lauding General MacArthur for his ruling, Mrs. Ida B. Wise Smith, national W.C.T.U. president, said "this is one of the few times when a military leader has become a moral leader." She said it was a "bold challenge to other military leaders who should realize that it keynotes the handling of the entire liquor problem as far as service men are concerned."
Mrs. Smith praised Major Bong, a teetotaler, for "demonstrating to the nation, the value of total abstinence."
Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker had offered the liquor as a reward to Bong for breaking his record of shooting down 26 enemy planes in World War I. General MacArthur rejected the offer and said he did not consider "liquor or spirituous wines as appropriate recognition of Bong's deeds."
Rickenbacker has decided not to send the present out of deference to MacArthur's wishes.
Rickenbacker's offer was accepted by the ace for his comrades while be also accepted an offer of soft drinks from Gen. H. H. Arnold, chief of army air forces.

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BONG'S OWN STORY!

Bong gets interviewed
Major Bong surrounded by newsmen in New Guinea
 

This is the first of a series of exclusive articles in which Maj. Richard I Bong, 23 year old no. 1 American ace in the Pacific war theater, tells for the first time, his own story of his thrilling aerial exploits against the Japs.
The blonde, cherubic-looking Poplar, Wis., farm boy, who has become the nemesis of Jap fliers in the Southwest Pacific, has shot down a total of 27 enemy planes, surpassing Eddie Rickenbacker's World war 1 record.
Maj. Bong is not only the leading ace in the Pacific war theater, but he holds the highest American score of enemy planes destroyed in aerial combat.

First Aerial Contact With Japs Biggest Thrill of Life

By MAJ. RICHARD I. BONG, Leading American Ace In The Pacific War Theater (As Told To Lee Van Atta)
ADVANCED FIGHTER BASE, New Guinea, 6 May 1944 — Every combat mission I have been on since my very first one that is, every one except the day at Hollandia when I managed to get myself over that "hump" of Eddie Rickenbacker's record - has seemed anti-climactic in comparison with my initial aerial contact with the Japs.
That was the biggest thrill of my life and it's the kind of a thrill you can hope for only once in a life time.
My first combat was kind of a personal one and I guess I had thought about it just as long and as hard as people have been thinking about the coming Allied invasion of Europe.

In my own mind anyway, that first combat experience was going to be an event which made everything else pale by comparison.
Well, the first one came and went and with a combination of luck and targets, and the fact I was feeling pretty hot that day, everything worked out for the best.
We had a swell scrap, but the Japanese empire wasn't rocked to its foundations by what we did to their planes over Buna that day. The only thing, I suffered was an acute case of dry mouth (an indication, I understand, either of fear or great excitement. I had both in bulk then). From then on, combat became something you looked forward to, but never got very steamed up about. At least I didn't as I said, after I shot down my first two Nips. It became more of a habit than an adventure.
The date of my initiation into the art of battling Japs in the air was Dec. 27, 1942. Ever since the start of the Buna campaign, we had been running routine four ship fighter patrols over the battle area and we had done a good job of missing every air melee that turned up.

ON THE WING
Lt. Col. Tom Lynch of Catasauqua, Pa. (later killed in action), was flight leader of this particular patrol and I was on his wing. Lt. Kenneth Sparks of Blackwell, Okla., one of the hottest younger pilots in the squadron, was leading the second element with Lt. Dick Magnus of Portland, Ore., on his wing (Magnus was lost during the Lae convoy battles early in January and was the first pilot the Nips took from us in six really pitched fights).
We took off just before noon and Lynch led us up to about 25,000 feet. He always liked to start trouble from a high altitude. He liked to locate his trouble from there because it made him the master of the situation.
We crossed the Owen Stanley Mountains of New Guinea and we were just coming into the area we were supposed to cover when the ground station at Buna crackled over the radio with news: There were around 40 enemy planes in the area.
That sounded like the start of something and Lynch called back for a check on the Nips' altitude. The ground station said: "Look for 'em at 14,000 feet." Meanwhile, Buna apparently called Port Moresby and eight more ships of our squadron were sent to join us.

AFTER THE NIPS!
We didn't have any trouble finding the Japs — they were right below us and they had already decided we weren't exactly friends. I'm not sure they knew definitely, what we were though — they hadn't seen our P-38's in combat yet. Lynch didn't give them any time to consider the matter, either. He took us down into a really screaming dive and we let go of our belly tanks on the way. Mine didn't want to come off, but what I couldn't do automatically the wind pressure took care of. It was a major problem trying to stay with Lynch — he was all over the place and I finally gave up and concentrated on a war of my own.

WASTE OF LEAD
There were Zeros all over the sky and a flock of dive bombers underneath them, when we came tearing down and went through the Nips for our first pass.
I tried to remember everything I had ever learned about keeping calm, aiming right, watching my flight leader, checking the element behind, and not letting the enemy pull any counter tactics that might end up with one of them on my tail and me going in the wrong direction for a successful fighter pilot.
Maybe I was trying too hard to remember - anyway, the first four I shot at was a total waste of lead. I didn't hit a thing and if a barn had been there, I would probably have missed that, too. About all I succeeded in doing was to scare one Jap off Lynch's tail. There were too many Nips for too few Lightnings right about then. Finally, I gave myself a mental kick in the ribs and decided I better make some contribution besides conspicuous flubbing of the interception dub.
It was somewhere between 12:l0 and 12:15 p.m. that I finally got into the groove. While I was getting the Nip off Lynch's tail, another one parked himself on mine. We were at about 10,000 feet and I decided my best move would be to dive and dive in a hurry.
That's how I got my first Nip. As I leveled off about two inches above the shortest tree in the Buna area, there was a Jap dive-bomber sitting right ahead of me. It was a perfect setup and one even I couldn't miss. I gave him a short burst and he blew higher than a kite.
Well, I wasn't feeling any too bad about that, so I waited to enjoy it for a minute or two. He - or rather, what was left of him — crashed into the water off Sanananda point. I pulled up in a vertical turn and that's how I ran into my second Jap of the day. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Zero coming in a vertical turn that would conveniently put him right in the line of my fire.

.50 CALIBER DYNAMITE
I started shooting an impressive assemblage of .50 caliber dynamite and it takes a lot more than a Zero to get through a solid burst of it in one piece.
This particular Zero expired right in the middle of my sights and he never fired a single shot at me. He just rolled over on his back and went straight down. That's the best position I can think of for a Jap — going straight down with maybe a little explosion to hurry him along.
By this time, I was beginning to think combat was a lot easier than every one seemed to suppose. I swung around and got back into the main brawl again — this time pretty well convinced I could take on the whole crowd if I had to.
I got in a good series of hits on another Zero, but I never saw what happened to him. Then I chased after a Jap dive bomber but in the middle of that, my ammunition gave out.
Meanwhile, Steve Gallup (Maj. Charles Gallup of Chicago) had come steaming over the ranges hell bent for election and his two flights were keeping the griddle warm for the Nips. Lynch got us together to go home and I noticed that Sparks was missing. I looked all over for him.
Finally, I saw a P-38 landing on the Dobodura strip. It was Sparks alright, and he was okay except that a Jap had tried to ram him and had almost torn his whole right wing off. Sparks caught a base-bound transport just as he stepped out of his damaged ship and almost beat us back to camp.
Well, that was combat number one. I felt like I had been through a washing machine with the accent on the wringer and my mouth didn't feel normal again until the next combat we had, which was three days later. But with the first one behind me — and a pretty hot one at that — I thought the future looked pretty bright for the squadron and me, too.
As it turned out, it was.

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Bong's P-38 in color
An early color shot of Bong & his P-38 around the time he made Ace

BONG'S OWN STORY pt 2

Lightning is Best Fighter Plane Says Pacific Ace; Plenty Match for Nips

By MAJ. RICHARD I. BONG, Leading American Ace In the Pacific War Theater (As Told to Lee Van Atta)
ADVANCED FIGHTER BASE, New Guinea, 7 May 1944 — (INS) — I am strictly a one-airplane man and the P-38 is it. That's important because apart from the fact that I've gotten all my victories in P-38 Lightnings, I think the airplane itself has had a great deal of influence on my combat flying. In the first place, you have two propellers — "fans," as we call them — and with all due respect to the single engine Jobs two "fans" can mean the difference between coming home and not coming home. That's especially true out here where the distances are so great. Even if you crash in the jungle and miss the Japs — or they miss you — your chances of getting out again aren't exactly in your favor. That is why I've always looked at that second propeller as a million dollar life insurance policy. After coming home five times on one engine, I'm pretty much in favor of these Lightnings.
But there are some other reasons too. It's the only plane I have ever flown in combat and I have a good idea by now just what I can expect in it. However, many pilots prefer the single motor jobs — I guess they have good reasons to support their choice too.
I don't think the Japs have an airplane that will touch the Lightning. It climbs like a proverbial homesick angel. It has consistent performance. You've got a big fire power wallop that's really concentrated. And you can fight the plane at almost any altitude.

P-38 PLENTY GOOD
I've knocked down bombers at 27,000 feet and a couple of minutes later I've been fighting so close to the water my "props" were kicking up a wake behind me. In either place, the P-38 is plenty good. There's no use kidding about maneuverability though. The Japs have that much on us in their lighter fighters. But we've used hit and run tactics against the Nip and in that kind of fighting — what we call fighting on our own terms — the Lightning is maneuverable enough.
The thing I like best about our P-38's is their range. You can't roll up victories unless you can get into a scrap and you can't get into a scrap unless you can get at the Japs. It was different in the old days when the Nips were coming at us. About all you needed then was something with wings on and you had a good chance of picking up a plane or two.

LONG WAY TO BATTLE
But ever since our bombers forced the enemy to get out of all his old haunts — places like Madang, Lae and more recently Wewak and Hollandia — you can't get a battle unless you fly about 400 miles first. The Lightning is the only ship that can take that distance and still have fighting time left.
I think most pilots will agree with me that 60 per cent of your scores is a matter of luck anyway. If you're lucky you get frequent contact and an opportunity to do something with your score, but it helps to have an airplane that will get you to where the fun is going on. That's where my biggest breaks have been. There are plenty of pilots who have hundreds of hours of combat flying time in New Guinea and perhaps three or four contacts with the Nips. I am on my 300th mission now and I have had 25 contacts — that's a high average and it accounts for a big part of my final score.

LEARNED HARD WAY
There's more to the final score, of course, I started in combat in New Guinea with the first Lightning squadron out here. We learned our tactics from the ground up — the hard way — because we were employing an airplane new to this theater and nobody including us knew at the start just how good or bad it was going to be. The Lightning didn't have much or a reputation right then — we had heard some pretty glum stories about tails falling off, about pilots getting cut in half by a tail when they balled out, and more along the same line.
When it came to knowing the Lightning I had an edge on most of the others — I had logged about 50 hours flying time in San Francisco when I was attached to a Lightning group at Hamilton field. But others had the edge on me — and then some — when it came to actual combat time. Most of the squadron boys were graduates of the "Darwin school" (Darwin, Australia) and that involved some of the toughest training anybody ever got in the air force.

ANYBODY'S GAME
Darwin was where our planes put up their first real fight in the Pacific — a single group of P-40's against everything the Japs could put together to knock that important base out of commission. Our fighters won, but up until the seventh inning it was anybody's game. They learned hit and run tactics over at Darwin when Brig. Gen. Paul Wurtsmith (now commanding general of the 5th fighter command) was group C.O. With some variations, we tried the same thing. It worked out pretty well.
We had our first battle with the Japs over Buna on December 27, 1942. We dispensed with 15 enemy planes and came home intact ourselves. From then on, I guess we all knew we had a good reply for any questions the Nips wanted to ask us when it came to fighters.
There's been considerable discussion recently about the caliber of the Jap fighter pilot. The Jap just isn't what he used to be. And I think that first Lightning squadron had a lot to do with his deterioration.

MET NIPS' BEST
The enemy had his first string fighter team in at Rabaul — at least Rabaul was the point for all his advanced bases like Lae and we figured he was getting his pilot supply from Rabaul then — so we were up against the Nips' best during those first months. He took a terrific beating all the way through, starting with Buna and going through1 the Bismarck sea episode. Then there was a lull while the 5th air force cleaned him up at Wewak and points between. In October and November last, we removed most of what he had left at Rabaul.
I think a big part of his first team — made up of navy pilots because the Japs always trained their fleet air arm pilots bettor than their army ones — was already gone by the time we got around to daylight escorted raids against Rabaul.

LIKE GOOD OLD DAYS
The first interceptions we had there were like the old days. The Japs were eager and they were good. Collectively, though, we were a lot better and there wasn't any question about who whipped whom.
Last time we went to Hollandia, the official reports said we were "Intercepted." That isn't exactly true. We did the intercepting. The Japs — about 20 in all — were hugging so close to the trees around Sentani Lake we had to go down and pick 'em out one at a time. There wasn't a fight at all - well, not a very exciting one anyway. It was more like picking fleas out of a dog — hard to find but easy to kill. As long as we have Lightnings and as long as the Japs will at least make an effort to fight with us, I think the record will read like that.

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BONG'S OWN STORY pt 3

Pacific War Ace Eulogizes Escort, Transport Pilots

By MAJ. RICHARD I. BONG, Leading American Ace in the Pacific War Theater (As Told to Lee Van Atta)
ADVANCED FIGHTER BASE, NEW GUINEA — (INS) — Anyone who regards the wartime profession of being a fighter pilot as even remotely glamorous should have spent a month with us in New Guinea when, as the older men in this theater describe it, the "going was plenty rough."
The going was rough then and it is just as rough now for the combat pilot and his crew. There are no bright lights-and-music and most of the time you're at a forward base with nothing but mosquitoes and movies to entertain you.
It's a grim and tiresome profession, relieved only occasionally by a really good scrap.
I've been lucky in the number of times I have run into the Nips. But there are still hundreds of pilots out here who are flying every day -protecting convoys of air transports and seaborne forces, running area patrols, taking fighter sweeps to distant enemy bases, and escorting bombers on long range missions — who seldom even see a Jap plane.
But they are the backbone of our western Pacific fighter forces, even as the ground crews are the real backbone of the fighter squadrons themselves.
I don't believe anyone not in the fighting game himself can fully appreciate the strain of waiting or the feeling you have when days and weeks go by without combat.
When we first moved to our base on the north coast of New Guinea, our problem was typical of nearly every fighter group operating here.
We camped in the jungle - utilizing It as camouflage - and our camp was a poor one at best. We didn't have fresh meat for nearly four months and then only on rare occasions.
We weren't getting into any scraps at the beginning because the Japs were kind of retrenching after getting whipped during the Buna campaign.
But they were pulling night harassing raids and those are a lot worse on the nerves than a big daylight attack. Besides, we could shoot them up if they attacked by day, but we just sat and took it when they came by night.
Some of our personnel were killed in the Nips' night visits. We had a squadron commander at the time, though, who was one of the most outstanding leaders I've ever known. His name was Maj. Sid Woods of Tucson, Ariz., and he was made for the Job of squadron C.O. The first thing be did was to get the officers and enlisted men together for a party you could have heard any place in the base. That left off a big amount of excess steam and except for some bad headaches the next day, the squadron, as a whole, was much better off.
Then the fighting began - we had interceptions from one end of New Guinea to the other.
Attack bombers moved into our base and we were out almost every day on escort missions and began running patrols up over Lae and Salamaua. From then on, we didn't have any more morale trouble.
It may sound strange, but I really think a crew chief gets more kick out of a victory than the pilot himself.
When your crew knows their airplane is getting into the war for keeps, when he can paint victory flags up on the fuselage, when he can worry about patching bullet holes — you have the best airplane and the best morale in the whole air force.
Tactical air force units were made to fight and when they're not fighting you can almost feel the dry rot setting in.
I didn't have much inclination for fighting when I first Joined the air force. In fact, I didn't have any at all - I just wanted to be a pilot and I knew the air force was the place to go to learn how.
When the war came, though, I guess I began to be as eager as the next fellow to get into it myself.
I almost became eligible for the draft while I was waiting for orders to go overseas - and that was the first time I met Gen. Kenney (Lt. Gen. George C. Kenney, now Allied air chief in the southwest Pacific).
The circumstances weren't all they could have been, but at least he knew me by the time he came overseas.
We were finishing our training in Lightnings at Hamilton field - "we" were Lt. John O'Neill of Gasport, N.Y., and myself - and we were out cutting up in the air one day.
O'Neill got hauled up before the Hamilton commandant for flying under San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge. They nabbed me because I "buzzed" (flying low at high speed) over a friend's house in San Anselmo, near the field.
My friend didn't object but the neighbors next door were preparing supper and it seems that my "buzz" job completely upset the lady of the house who spilled the dinner all over the kitchen.
She wrote a letter and with O'Neill already "tagged" we both went before the commandant. There was considerable talk of court-martial and we were both doing a pretty good job of trembling in our boots.
Finally, Gen. Kenney called for us and we went to San Francisco to see him - he was commanding general of the Fourth Air Force then.
Well, he gave us quite a lecture on the subject but admitted he went under the Brooklyn Bridge the day he won his own wings so he didn't regard "buzzing" a bridge a crime meriting capital punishment.
He sent us back to Hamilton field with orders to write a 5,000-word thesis on safe flying. Then we had to stand up and read the thesis to the entire squadron.
That was a good cure, but neither General Kenney nor anybody else over here pays very much attention to "buzz" jobs any more. If they did, the whole Fifth Air Force would have been court-martialed 18 months ago.
As a matter of fact, no one talks a great deal about the "safety factor" in flying in New Guinea, either.
One thing we do talk a lot about, though, is the factor of teamwork.
I think that's the whole secret of our success and I am only glad that the San Anselmo incident didn't kick me off the team before I was really on it.
The air war in New Guinea has always been a team war; no individual is the star of the show. That's the policy General Kenney set up right at the start and it's especially true in the fighter command where your neck is apt to be slicked off any time if you don't play the rule of attacking and defending as a unit instead of as an individual.
My score is actually the team score - I just had the setup because of a particular spot to which I was assigned. It's a matter of breaks, too, of course.
There were any number of individual stars when we first came over, but collectively we hadn't gotten together yet. Soon as we did and worked out squadron tactics instead of individual tactics, our losses went down and the Jap losses up. We are fighting that way now and the results are getting better all the time.
A whole squadron in combat, for example, is a team of two's - we fly in pairs - in flights of four - in squadron formation we vary between two's and four's. That way, you have constant protection for your tail and you can rip into a Jap flight in waves.
This technique not only gets the Jap kind of upset before you're finished with him but doesn't give him any time to start thinking.
You're on him and finished with him and away again before he realizes something's wrong. And if our past record is a good sample, we stand a better than even chance of delivering a Sunday punch to a Nip bomber or fighter formation before the Jap can even start slugging back.
When I say my score is a team score it isn't any false modesty. My gunnery, conservatively speaking, runs from bad to terrible, although it has improved immeasurably since I came overseas.
But the ammunition I have burned up will show that my eye doesn't exactly have the "two-angle" qualities. I have a good score because I have had contacts with the Nips and because working as a team my flights nave given me every chance to knock off Japs. Once we've cleared the way as a flight, it's up to the individual to win his victories.
And when it reaches that point with me, I go right back to old fundamentals: I get in as close as I can and shoot all the lead I can get out of my guns.

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BONG'S OWN STORY pt 4

Head-On Battle With Japs Described by U.S. Air Ace

By MAJ. RICHARD I. BONG, Leading American Ace in the Pacific War Theater (As Told to Lee Van Atta)
ADVANCED FIGHTER BASE, NEW GUINEA, 9 May 1944 — (INS) — I came out of the battle of Bismarck Sea with one idea uppermost in my mind; I wouldn't give two cents to be in the Jap Navy after seeing what the Army Air Forces could do once they get started. They weren't only started but they were pounding like a steamroller that day and they didn't run out of steam until the Japs ran out of airplanes and stopped bringing their big ships down within range of our land based planes.
The battle of Bismarck Sea was the climax of nearly three months of war with the Nip navy merchant marine. We had plenty of convoy battles during the Buna campaign, but it was when the Japs began trying to reinforce Lae that the fun really started.
It was Jan. 7 when the first big convoy was spotted and we all went out during the late afternoon to try a dive bombing Job on the ships. It didn't work out as well as we had hoped, principally because we were tied up in dog-fights most of the time and we were going so fast we could never get lined up right on the ships.
Lt. Col. Tom Lynch of Catasauqua, Pa., was the only one who did some good, as far as we could see. He made a direct hit with a 1,000-pounder on one of their biggest ships. It was a beautiful run and he received official credit for sinking the ship.

EITHER YOU OR THE NIP
But I remember that day best because it was the first time I ever tangled with a head-on. That's when you get down to fundamentals all over again — it's either you or the Nip, and the one who has the most fire power is the one who flies home. Well, I had it.
Some Zeros jumped a squadron of Australian Beaufighters which we were covering in between our dive-bombing runs. I made a pass at one Zero and ended the pass by zooming practically straight up. I decided that was no place for me and "kicked" the plane back down again.
That's when I met the Jap face to face. We had quite an argument — he started it. His tracer shots were scooting past me when I opened fire. We closed in on each other that way. I thought this clown was trying to pull a repeat performance of the ramming trick one of them tried to pull on my friend, Lt. Ken Sparks of Blackwell, Okla., so I ducked low under him about one second before we would have gotten slightly mangled up. It was a good thing I did that — he exploded right over my head and if I'd gone over instead of under him the blast concussion might have ended combat flying for me right there and then.
Steve Gallup (Maj. Charles Gallup of Chicago) was leading us that afternoon and on the way home, we spotted the rest of the convoy. It was flubbing around in the Salamaua area and we carried ourselves back to our base in a hurry radioing them the details all the way. It was almost dark when we landed but the Fortresses and Mitchell bombers were taking off already. Those days we didn't have much choice about time of attack - day or night didn't make any difference as long as their shipping could be knocked off. The Bismarck Sea battle was the best show I've ever seen in the southwest Pacific — it certainly was decisive enough, on our side anyway.
  Bong in color
I picked up another Zero during the battle but the most important thing we learned from Bismarck Sea, we didn't pay much attention to at the time.
It was the first coordinated mission against enemy shipping that Lightnings ever escorted and was plenty rough for everyone concerned. But it was "school" again, the way Darwin had been "school" the year before.

WE LEARNED
We learned the idea of close escort during the Bismarck sea show and we learned close escort tactics on the long-range plan. That was important because when we began shepherding attack bombers on raids against Rabaul and Wewak, we had to have more than passing working knowledge of how to handle ourselves.
You sea, we were at a tactical disadvantage every time we escorted attack planes. They hug each other in three's and when we were on close escort we had to do the same thing.
Everything went fine unless the Japs saw us before we saw them. That meant they could get a pass in at us while we were still trying to get fighting altitude and those aren't the best circumstances under which to start a dog fight.
Bismarck sea was the first time we had a chance to practice the tactics we had been thinking about. We took the Mitchells in for the first true low-level shipping assault they ever made and we were mixed up in combat right then and through the whole show. The only thing I saw were eight transports burning at one time — but that was enough to convince me that joining the air force was the best thing I ever did.

THE HARD WAY
Anyway, we learned close escort right there and although it cost us two of our best Lightning pilots — Capt. Bob Faurot of Columbia, Mo., and Lt. Hoyt Eason of Eclectic, Ala., who had six Japs each to their credit — we came out of it knowing what we had to do the next time. The Mitchells never lost a plane due to enemy interception while we were flying close cover for them and after Bismarck Sea, I can't remember any Lightnings we lost due to the enemy getting a tactical surprise on us
Some lessons you can remember without much trouble and protecting ourselves when we were being cover for strafers was one such lesson. Escorting bombers was just about my best hunting ground - out of my confirmed score, so far 15 have been picked off while I was with the "heavies" or attack bombers. But given even transport fighter cover could sometimes be fairly exciting in itself, especially when the Nips were trying to break up the development of our base at Benabena in the western part of the Owen Stanley ranges.
We had most of our scraps in Markham Valley and they were usually good for enough excitement to last all participants for some time.
Those Japs prized our air transports the same as we prized their shipping and the reason was clear enough. Our particular base was being supplied entirely by air and if they seriously interfered with our transport lines, someone was going to be hungry.
I can remember one particular date rather clearly — it was one or the closest I have ever come as yet to losing one Lightning and one life I personally regarded as being valuable.
It was a day in June and in usual Owen Stanley weather, my wingman and I became separated from the other Lightnings although we were still with the transports. I guess the rest of them got lost and went home. Anyway, we continued on toward the base and then trouble started. Eight Zeros came down to intercept us. We knew our only hope was to fight them in a delaying action or they would get the transports for sure. Well, that was one dogfight to remember. We had them chasing us, high and low. And whenever they began thinking about the transports and forgetting us we would start chasing them.
That went on for an hour and I picked up one Nip and shot him down while the chasing was in progress. Our transports finally sneaked away and were picked up by fighters operating from one of our other bases. We headed back for our home base when I suddenly became conscious of some difficulties with my plane. My right tire was flat. My nose wheel was all shot up, my hydraulic system was out of commission, and I had enough holes in my wings to make a sieve.
I cranked the wheels — such as they were — down by hand and came in for a landing. Just as I hit the runway, my right engine gave out and before I stopped rolling, the left propeller had stopped turning. My gas tanks were dry as Arizona.
That was another lesson for me — after that, I took an intensive reading of my instrument panel with special reference to fuel indicators before, during and after combat.

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BONG'S OWN STORY pt 5

Losing 'Flying Circus' Pal Worst Single Blow to Ace

By MAJ. RICHARD IRA BONG, Leading American Ace in the Pacific Theater (As told to Lee Van Atta)
ADVANCED FIGHTER BASE, New Guinea, 10 May 1944 - The most real fun I have ever had as a fighter pilot was during the three weeks Lt. Col. Tom Lynch (of Catasauqua, Pa.) and I had our own "flying circus." It was an ideal setup — we could fly wherever and whenever we wanted to. We ran into some swell scraps, and the only people we actually had to account to were ourselves.

STARTED AS TEAM
Tom and I started as a team and we would have stayed that way indefinitely, I guess, if Tom hadn't been lost while we were on a fighter sweep along the north coast of New Guinea.
The team idea made it swell - neither of us had to ask the other's permission to be gone from the office all day. And the general didn't mind as long as we were there when the next day's operations were being planned. So we got our own two man show on the road.
Some days we would hook on with other squadrons escorting bombers to kavieng or Wewak or Tadji. Some days we went out on sweeps by ourselves. Often we took the early morning weather reconnaissance job over Wewak in the hope we would pick up some Jap stragglers. We also figured out a dusk patrol that gave us some victories and some probables twice. We had our own stripped-down P-38s.
One day, Lynch and I had hooked on to a flight of P-38s taking bombers to Kavieng and coming home after seeing nothing at all, we left the main flight at Makieng.
We had decided to alternate on passes. If we saw something one day, it was his turn to attack first. If either he or I saw something the next time we were out, it was my turn first.
On this particular day, it was mine. It was getting on toward dusk and we were just parallel to Cape Hoskins on the north-western coast of New Britain when I spotted a Jap fighter plane all by itself. I closed in to about 75 yards from his tail, gave him one long burst and that was enough. He blew up right in front of me.
It may sound a little far-fetched but I was so close to that Nip I had to fly right through a ball of fire which was all that was left of him. I couldn't have been in the flames one-hundredth of a second yet my cockpit was so hot then, and for some minutes afterward that I nearly burned up myself. And when I got back to base, there was still a lot of soot all over my plane.
Once we were coming home from a sweep up toward Tadji and we passed right over Hansa Bay on the way to our base. Hansa Bay has always been more than warm in ack-ack receptions for us in the past but there wasn't a telltale black puff of smoke in the sky that afternoon.
Tom called me on the inter-plane radio and we went back again. We circled over Hansa maybe five minutes before the Japs hopped up from their supper and started letting loose with everything they had.
Another time, we were giving Wewak the once-over when we spotted what looked like a bomber converted into a transport coming in to land on the Boram Strip. Targets like that are our particular meat. We went down in a screaming dive and Tom made the first pass. The bomber was weaving all over the place as it landed and I think Tom managed to get in some damaging hits. Then I came in and popped away with all guns. The bomber still wouldn't catch fire - at least that's what I thought. But when I pulled up and looked back, there was one very nice explosion and flames shot up all around the plane. Of course, neither Tom nor I could take credit for the plane - we have to get all our victories while the enemy ship is in the air and I'm afraid this fellow’s wheels had just stopped spinning when we finally knocked him off.

NIP FLIGHT SURPRISED
We had one more exciting combat at Tadji a few days later when we surprised a flight of Jap bombers escorted by five fighters. I was given credit for two bombers that day and Tom got a bomber and a fighter. That was the most lucrative single day we had. With our long range jobs, we could probably have kept harassing the Nips almost indefinitely if one of those flukes you just can’t account for hadn't broken up our "circus" team.
Tom and I were up on a routine sweep above Tadji when we came across three Nip "luggers" flubbing around in the water off the coast. I didn't see any kind of ack-ack and the run was easy — we were only going to make one pass. I was following Tom and when we pulled up I suddenly noticed his right propeller fly off and his engine start smoking. Tom made for the nearest shore and just as he approached it, he bailed out. Almost right away, his plane exploded. And that's the last I ever saw of him.
Losing Tom was just about the worst single blow I ever took while flying combat in the South-west Pacific - he was not only a good pilot and a good friend, but an ideal fighting teammate.

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! PACIFIC ACE EN ROUTE HOME !

BONG'S OWN STORY pt 6

Maj. Bong Topped Record In Last Pacific Combat

Major Bong
Major Bong
 

(In the final chapter of his thrilling story of aerial exploits against the Japs. Maj. Richard I. Bong, of Poplar, Wis., America's No. 1 ace of the Pacific war theater, describes his last combat mission over Hollandia where he broke and surpassed Eddie Rickenbacker's World War I record of enemy aircraft destroyed. Maj. Bong is officially credited with 27 Japanese shot down, but he may he credited with an additional one, as he reveals in the fallowing chapter)

By MAJ. RICHARD IRA BONG, Leading American Ace in the Pacific War Theater (As told to Lee Van Atta)
ADVANCED FIGHTER BASE, New Guinea, 11 May 1944 - My last combat in the air was on April 12 at Hollandia which our forces have recently captured from the Japs.
I say my last because Gen. Kenney, air chief in this theater, put me on "the shelf" that day, the day I both tied and bettered Eddie Rickenbacker's World War I record of 26 enemy aircraft shot down.
Now I have come home again — this time to learn gunnery school teaching techniques. I can't say I'm very happy about it — although I'm looking forward to seeing my family again.

But as for just coming home -well, I'd rather be staying on in the southwest Pacific with the same kind of status I've had these last few months.
I suppose I have had a few close calls and have been a little bit worried more often than that. But the hardest I ever sweated was the night and morning following my last combat mission over Hollandia.
You see I had my cameras set wrong so there was no really accurate photographic report of the victories I claimed that day. It depended on whether or not members of the flight and squadron I had gone with could give positive confirmation. The fighter pilots were strung from one end of New Guinea to the other that night and it wasn't until the next morning that the fighter command could get them together and take a reading on what had happened.
Fortunately for me, not one but several pilots witnessed my first two "kills" — so that put me over the top. I rested a lot easier after that.
I didn't have any real ideas of trying to crack Rickenbacker's record until after the "Flying Circus" Tom Lynch and I started, really got rolling. By the time you start pounding away at the 25 mark, you know darned well that nothing can keep you from trying to tie and beat the Rickenbacker score — and that's the way it happened with me.

CLAIMS ANOTHER PLANE
Actually, I'm claiming another plane at Hollandia that day. I got separated from the rest of the unit after the first couple of minutes of combat. I had spotted one lone Nip roaming around and doing his best to keep away from us. I went over and had it out with him. I know the exact spot where he crashed into the water — it's on a kind of coral shell, not very deep.
General Kenney has promised he'll get a diver to go down there and collect enough wreckage to justify officially confirming it as another "kill."  That's good enough for me — and in this case, I'm as certain as if the Nip were in my own backyard that they will be able to find the remnants of his plane.
But coming back to that last day of combat -
I had tacked on to a flock of long range P-38's which were being led by Maj. Jay Rodkins of Collidge, Tex. (Jay is the No. 2 ace in New Guinea now with 18 confirmed victories). We were escorting "heavies" to Hollandia and although the place had been knocked all over by previous raids we were still looking for some interception.
Incidentally, I should mention here that I was out on a mission every day during the first nine days of April, trying to do something about my score of 25 and every time I picked a spot the Japs just weren't there.
I was getting a little discouraged by April 10, so I took two days off, waiting for the Hollandia mission.
We couldn't see the Japs anywhere when we first hit the target area that day. We were flying in staggered formation from about 12,000 feet on up. Then over the radio, I heard there were about 20 Zeros hugging, close as they could, to the jungles around Hollandia and Lake Sentani.
That was good enough for all of us and we went tearing down en masse.

LAST COMBAT
I wish I could report that my last combat — well, my last until I talked General Kenney and Wurtsmith into putting me back on active status anyway — was the most exciting of them all. But that would be stretching my imagination beyond the realm of fact. It was, in fact, a little dull. The Japs didn't want to fight and didn't seem to disguise the fact, either. They just seemed to want to run away. Of course, when we closed in on them they made a pretense of resistance, but it wasn't much of an effort.
The last one I snared that day — the one I'm counting on to bring my score to 28 — was probably the cagiest of all I ever tangled with. He really didn't want to fight for sour apples and when he wasn't trying to make tracks toward Tokyo, he was engaging in some plain and fancy acrobatics. That made my shots — especially since we were about 10 feet off the water most of the time — a little more difficult than usual. I really got in one long burst though, and it must have raised Cain with his right wing. He went down right after the burst and looking back I could spot some wreckage already on the surface - when he fell.
Personally, I think that particular Jap was more scared than anything else. He was strictly a third-rate flier, although his acrobatics weren't too bad.
The general caliber of all those Nips we've met recently, either at Hollandia or Wewak, hasn't even begun to approach the talent we used to meet when we were operating from Port Moresby and later Dobodura. They seem to have lost all their enthusiasm and most of their skill - and with regard to the P-38's job in dispensing with Japs. I'm prejudiced enough to think the quality of our planes has had a decisively negative psychological effect on the Jap.
We haven't lost a combat to him yet. I think he knows by now that whenever our two-engined twin-tailed P-38 turns up, it's a sad day for his team. That "lightning strikes twice" quotation is a description of what they've done to the Japs — except that twice is an understatement.

LOOKING BACK
Looking back over 18 months of combat and almost three years in the Army Air Force as a cadet and pilot, it isn't hard for me to realize the things I believe have contributed most to my being pretty successful against the Jap.
First, and to repeat something I've already mentioned, I've been lucky in getting the breaks of frequent contact with the Nip and contact with him in a really top-notch fighter plane.
Secondly, I was fortunate enough to get in a great deal of gunnery training in flying school and while I still think I am an inferior shot to pilots like Maj. George Welch (of Wilmington, Del.), I have the benefit of knowing in detail the fundamentals of being a good combat marksman.
The third point is more or less inherent — I have always had a real respect for airplanes and I don't think I've ever needlessly taken advantage of them or asked for more than they were made to deliver. A combat airplane was not intended for grandstand plays — they're really unbelievably delicate instruments of war and if you take them that way your chances of coming out in one piece are way above even.
The fourth point is linked with the last two: before getting my first combat assignment. I was given an assignment I hated at the time but now realize it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
When I was graduated from flight school, I figured along with some others that I was just about the hottest thing they ever pinned wings on. Then they made me an instructor — that hurt my pride and I didn't like the assignment at all. But about the second week, I began learning how very little I really knew about flying — the fastest way to recognize your own shortcomings is to try to teach someone else the right way of doing something. As an instructor you run into some fairly embarrassing aeronautical problems — both theoretical and practical— and I had my share of them.
What taught me a lesson, I believe most important of all, and certainly influenced my combat flying to the greatest extent, was that I learned humility and respect for an airplane.

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I Can't Shoot, Bong Reveals
In U.S. for Training

12 May 1944 - Communiqués from Washington Friday indicated that Wisconsin's ace of acts. Maj. Richard I. Bong, has changed not at all since he became the first man in this war to knock off 27 (and 8 unconfirmed) enemy planes in aerial combat.
The major, who hails from Poplar, Wis., appeared suddenly this week in the capital, and it was not until Thursday that an explanation was forthcoming. He had left his home in January, after a 60 day leave, to return to the southwest Pacific. At that time, he had 21 planes to his credit. He began adding more, and in April he achieved the twenty-seventh. One better than the record made by Capt Eddie Rickenbacker in the First World War. He was promoted from captain to major and was grounded.
Bong, wearing a new uniform and an air of resignation, met the press Thursday afternoon. He told the scribes that he had returned to this country to learn how to shoot a gun. An art which he had never mastered.

Cites Another Pilot
This floored the boys. They had read much stuff from the south-west Pacific in which fellow pilots had said that Bong's success was due to his mastery of deflection shooting, a trick he had learned in Douglas County shooting at ducks.
I m not a good shot," Bong said. "I have to hit them either straight from behind or from straight ahead. A good deflection shot should be able to get them from the beam." He cited the ease of Maj. George Welch of Wilmington, Del. "He was in only five scraps and got 16 planes. It took me 25 to get only 27. I should have had 75."
In fact, Bong said he probably got his twenty-seventh plane only because the Jap pilot was scared to death, got panicky and let Bong chase him into the water.
The afternoon interview and one earlier in the day in which he had appeared with Secretary of War Stimson, were not exactly a public relations officer's dream.
At the earlier conference, Stimson introduced Bong as the first American flier to beat Rickenbacker. Bongs only contribution to that session was to reveal himself as one who knew how to blast Japanese held islands but not pronounce them. Stimson, mumbling over the pronunciation of Schouten Islands, smiled and affably suggested: "Perhaps the major could tell me if that is the right pronunciation?" The major answered: "I couldn't say, Sir."

Criticizes Training Program
At the afternoon meeting, in telling that his new job will be to attend a gunnery school for a while so that he can return to the southwest Pacific as an instructor.

 
Bong with stewardess
Maj. Richard Bong, who arrived in Washington Thursday, says good-bye to Stewardess Carol McGraw
Incidentally, he complained that he didn't think it was a good idea to take him out of combat flying. He implied strongly that the American program of gunnery training leaves much to be desired. A public relations mentor who ranks Bong by a couple of steps hastily interjected a version of what he thought Maj. Bong meant, and asked the flier if that wasn't what he had intended to convey. The unperturbed hero lackadaisically replied, "Oh, I guess that's as good as anything," whereupon the interpreter seated himself.
Mr. & Mrs. Bong
The Bongs in Chicago talking to their son in Washington
 

Bong said that the pilot training schools did not give enough gunnery practice. For one thing, he said, pilots shoot at too great a range, and most of them know as little about deflection shooting as himself. Deflection shooting is simply a matter of "leading" the target, as a hunter "leads" a flock of ducks so that the projectile and the rapidly moving target meet at a certain point. "The whole thing is trying to figure out the flight path of the airplane you are shooting at. I consider it a big accident when I hit anything with deflection shooting, but with sufficient practice you can do it. In my own case — well, you've got to hit them once in a while."
Bong, who seemed older than his 23 years, said that his primary interest in deflection shooting wasn't so much a matter of improving his own score - "I don't care about the score" - but of teaching fellow fliers so they can shoot down more Japs.

Answers Other Questions
The major answered other questions as follows:
He was pleased with the performance of Capt Robert S Johnson of Lawton, Okla., who last week tied Bongs record by shooting down his twenty-seventh German plane over Europe. "I'm glad he did it. It takes a lot of pressure off me."
He never received the case of soft drinks which Gen. Henry H. Arnold, army air forces commander, had promised him for beating the Rickenbacker record - "I guess I left too soon" - nor had he received a promised case of Scotch whisky, but Rickenbacker had telephoned Bong that he would bring him a soft drink Friday.
He hopes to see his girl friend, Marge Vattendahl of Superior.

Marry her? "I don't have any idea," he laughed.
He expects to see his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Bong, "I hope on Mother's day."

Bong's Mother in Chicago
Journal Special Correspondence (Superior, Wis.) — Any Mother's day homecoming plans which Maj. Richard I. Bong may have will be complicated by the fact that his mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Bong, left their Poplar farm home Thursday night for Chicago.
The Bongs, together with Marie Huber, Douglas County home agent, went to Chicago to take part in the weekly national barn dance radio program Saturday night over Station WLS.
Mrs. Bong also is to appear on a Blue network program at 6 p.m. Sunday.
Marge Vattendahl, Superior girl who saw much of the major when he was here last winter, has no plans to go to Chicago this week end, she said.
(Although she had no plans to go to Chicago, she did - probably paid for by the press - where she surprised the Major upon his arrival.

 
Marge & Bong
Marge and Dick at Chicago airport
Later that summer, along with plenty of other War-Bond activities, Bong participated in a live "Bing-Bong" sing-along with Bing Crosby. With Bong having sung in the church choir, it probably wasn't too bad -jf)

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Meeting at Allentown-Bethlehem Airport

Mrs. Lynch & Major Bong
Mrs. Lynch greeting Major Bong upon his arrival at the local airport to tell her about her son's death in a plane crash in New Guinea.
 
(Summer 1944 -jf) - Major Richard I. Bong Flies P-38 Here to See Mrs. William J. Lynch, Mother of Late Catasauqua Flier-Ace
Eyes brimming over with tears, though a brave smile lighted her face, Mrs. William J. Lynch, mother of Catasauqua's air ace, Lieutenant Colonel Thomas J. Lynch, hand out-stretched to Major Richard I. Bong, last man to see Lynch in action, faltered only slightly as she said:
"I am so happy that you came."
And with her next breath, as she stood alongside the sun-tanned, fair-haired top-ranking fighter pilot of the South Pacific, at the Allentown-Bethlehem airport yesterday, she said:
"But, I dreaded seeing a P-38."
For it was in a P-38 Lightning in which he scored most of his 20 Kills against the Japs that Tommy Lynch crashed to his death on March 8. And it was an advanced Lightning named "Marge" with a picture of the girl who is engaged to Major Bong pasted on the ship's nose that the major flew into the local airport from the Millville (N.J.) Army Air base.
Completely oblivious to the group of Naval air trainees and airport employees who had crowded around the plane when it taxied up to a parking strip, were the 23-year-old pilot and the mother of his superior officer, on his sad mission of telling her how 27-year-old Tommy met his death.
In response to questions by Mrs. Lynch and her daughters, Mrs. Mary Oswald and Catherine Lynch, Major Bong told them he saw Tom going down about a mile inland over New Guinea. And when asked why Tom hadn't used his parachute to bail out he said:
"I don't know. I've thought often about it. He had bailed out once before. I don't know why he didn't this time."
"Was he shot, was he hurt, is that the reason?"
"I don't believe so. I was flying over him. I talked to him over the radio and he said he was all right."
And when Mary asked him if there were a chance of finding Tom, or if there was a possibility that he might still be alive, Major Bong, hesitating for several moments, quietly said:
"Frankly — no."
Though he brought no reassuring word, Mrs. Lynch expressed her gratitude for meeting the major. She regretted that the major was unable to stay longer because her husband, who was working and unable to get to the airport, wanted to meet him.
Bong left the South New Jersey air base at 4:10 p.m. and arrived here 25 minutes later. He explained that he had to be on his way to Wilmington, N.C. He left the airport about 5:25 p.m., dipping his twin-engined, twin-hulled plane in salute as he circled the airfield once and headed south. He had come east Monday from Chicago. He told Mrs. Lynch that he was assigned to a gunnery school and would become a gunnery instructor for fighter pilots.
The ship that he was flying is a replica of the plane with its five guns in the nose that he used in blazing away at Jap zero pilots. He is credited with downing 27 planes. And though he has had the Lightning only for a short time, men and women at the various fields where he has been have scribbled their names all over the ship.
Major Bong had originally planned to see Mrs. Lynch early last week but had to change his plans when he learned that commercial air traffic at the local airport had been suspended (it was resumed last Thursday for eastward flights). He had visited Tommy's widow, Mrs. Rosemary (Fullen) Lynch in Pittsburgh on May 12. Tom was married to her last October when he was home on leave. Major Bong returned to this country for a short leave when Lynch returned to the war zone. At the time of his superior officer's death, Bong had shot down 23 planes, getting four more before returning to the United States for assignment to the gunnery school.
Mrs. Lynch said that her son Daniel, due to return today from Rhode Island on a furlough would be sorely disappointed to learn that he had missed Major Bong. She said that Danny, in the Navy, had been assigned to the Naval Aviation training program.
Because of the short notice for the meeting and the major's short stay at the airport, only Mrs. Lynch and her two daughters, and several friends were on hand to greet the flier.

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Pacific Air Ace Downs No. 34

An American Airbase on Leyte, 11 Nov.  1944 - (AP) - America's ace of aces, Army Maj. Richard I. Bong, was on patrol at dawn Friday over the scene where a Japanese 19-ahip convoy was under attack in Ormoc Bay on Leyte. Out ahead of him appeared five Japanese fighters. One rolled over directly in Bong's gun sights. The Poplar, Wis., flier gave the Nipponese a burst and down he went in flames. No. 34 for Bong was as easy as that.

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Yanks Battle Japs on Leyte

19 November 1944 - A week ago a trap was closed on the remaining Japanese troops in the Ormoc area on Leyte's west coast. But Japanese Gen. Yamashita risked his country's dwindling supply of ships - he lost several of his ships and 8,000 of his men - to land reinforcements. The American operation was still theoretically a mop-up, but there were at least 100,000 men engaged in a savage battle.
In the face of stiffened resistance, Yanks plunged further down the road from Pinamopoan, seized the ridge bearing that name and captured the peak of 2,300-foot Mt. Catabran which dominates enemy positions south toward Ormoc Bay.

Five Jap Divisions
It was the 24th which drove down from Carigara Bay. The First Cavalry met increased resistance in the Mt. Pina area. Ormoc was bombed. An unrevealed number of invaders were attacking five Japanese divisions: First, 16th, 26th, 30th, 102nd, totaling at full strength 60,000 men.
Maj. Richard I. Bong, Poplar, Wis., American ace of aces, ran his string of downed planes to 36, said enemy fighters were among the best in his experience. The Navy's ace, Cmdr. David McCampbell, Los Angeles, boosted his total to 32; Maj. Thomas B. McGuire, Ridgewood, N. J., reached 28; First Lt. Don S. Warner, North Hollywood, who had never before seen a Japanese destroyer or plane in combat, sank a destroyer and downed three planes in 24 hours.
The Tokyo radio claimed victories: Two American transports sunk and seven damaged off Leyte. One ship was set afire, another hit by a bomb, said an Associated Press correspondent eye witness, who added it cost the enemy four planes.

Sounds Like Alibi
Lieutenant General Homma, commander of the first Japanese to invade the Philippines, stated that air supremacy in that area was "more important than to annihilate the five enemy divisions which have landed on Leyte." That may have been one way of preparing the Japanese people for the failure of Yamashita's forces to hold on to the island.
U.S. carrier planes struck Manila and Cavite again, blew up two destroyers and sank or damaged a light cruiser and 11 other ships. They destroyed 28 planes in the air and shot up 130 grounded craft.
Admiral Nimitz reported that about 200 Japanese landed on Ngeregong Islet eight miles from American-held Peleliu in the Palaus, and that the American force there had been evacuated.

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'Doug' Decorates America's Ace In Pacific Theater

An American Airbase on Leyte, 12 Dec. 1944 - (AP) - America's ace fighter pilot, Maj. Richard I. Bong of Poplar, Wis., was presented the Congressional Medal of Honor today by Gen. Douglas MacArthur. Standing alongside an air strip in a downpour of rain, General MacArthur pinned the nation's highest award on the 24-year-old Bong.
The fighter ace has now 38 enemy planes destroyed to his credit.
In making the presentation, General MacArthur said: "Of all military attributes, that one which arouses the greatest admiration is courage. It is the basis of all successful military ventures. Our forces possess it to a high degree and various awards are provided to show the public's appreciation. The congress of the United States has reserved to itself the honor of decorating those amongst all who stand out as the bravest of the brave. It's this high and noble category, Bong, that you now enter as I pin upon your tunic the Medal of Honor. Wear it as a symbol of the invincible courage you have displayed so often in mortal combat. My dear boy, may a merciful God continue to protect you is the constant prayer of your old commander in chief."

General MacArthur pins the Medal of Honor on Major Bong's chest (USAF Museum photo)

  MacArthur pins the MoH on Bong's chest

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Demonstration Good Teaching Says Major Bong

Washington, 3 Jan. 1945 – (AP) – Maj. Richard I. Bong, Americas top-ranking air ace, said today that demonstration is a pretty good way of teaching.
That’s the way he explained to a news conference how he added “12 kills” to his score after he went to the Southwest Pacific in September to give other pilots some tips on gunnery.
“Anyhow,” he added modestly, “I had to get in my flying time.”
The blonde-haired, soft-spoken, Poplar Wis., flyer, who shot down a total of 40 enemy planes, has just returned from the Philippines to make a new undisclosed assignment.
Bong said the that the new Japanese pilots he encountered over Leyte were “dodoes.” In the Manila area however, he said the Japanese were throwing in skilled naval flyers who are “pretty fair” and itching to scrap with American pilots.
Bong said the American flyers in the Philippines had established a ratio of better than 12 to 1 over the enemy and that the 49th Group alone had shot down 175 Japanese planes since it went into the Philippines.
Bong said he expected to go home within 24 hours. He brushed off inquiries as to whether he intended to get married during his stay in this country.
At Superior, Wisconsin, Marge Vattendahl, Bong’s fiancé, said that wedding plans for some time in February had been upset by his unexpected decision to come home. She said that she was aware that he was in Washington but had not known that he would have time to visit in Poplar.
“We’ll have to talk it over when he gets here,” she said when asked if the earlier visit meant a moving up of the wedding date.

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Pacific Air Ace Doesn't Expect To Fight Japs Again

Chicago, 11 Jan. 1945 - (AP) - Maj. Richard I. Bong, the nation's ranking ace of World War II with 40 Japanese planes to his credit, says that he doesn't expect to return to combat and is home for permanent reassignment in the United States.
The young Poplar, Wis., farm boy, who arrived here yesterday on his way home to marry his school girl sweetheart (seen at left working as a mannequin in an exclusive Beverly Hills dress shop in March 1946 -jf), told reporters:
"Why do you think I'm getting married? I wouldn't get married if I were going back to fight Japs."
He was undecided Wednesday whether to go home at once, or to remain here until Saturday for a radio program in which he is to take part.
The 24-year-old major did not disclose his next assignment but he said his bride to be, Miss Marjorie Vattendahl, Superior, Wis., college student whom he will marry on Feb. 10, will go with him. He said he was looking forward to his visit home and planned to "enjoy some real ice skating."
Major Bong was reminded by a reporter that Major Thomas McGuire had shot down 38 planes in the south Pacific.
"He's a fine fellow," Bong said, "I served with him. I wish him luck and hope be breaks my record tomorrow, if he hasn't already."

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FAMED ARMY PILOT WILL BE WED TODAY

SUPERIOR, Wis., 10 Feb. 1945 - (AP) - A solemn-faced young son of a Swedish emigrant who has shot out of the air more Japanese planes than any other man will stand before a Lutheran minister Saturday night and repeat the vows of matrimony.
He is Major Richard Ira Bong, 24-year-old former choir boy who has bagged 40 enemy planes to lead all American combat aces.
Major Bong will wed his schoolteacher sweetheart, Marjorie Vattendahl, at Concordia Lutheran Church at 8 p.m. CWT (Central War Time).
Capt. Walter M. Markey of City Island, N.Y., who served with Bong in New Guinea for more than a year, will be best man. Geraldine Bong, sister of the groom, will be maid of honor and The Rev. Paul A. Boe will officiate.
After the ceremony, the couple will cut a six foot wedding cake, presented by a Superior shipyard, and made in the shape of an oceangoing ship.
Plans for the honeymoon have not been announced.

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BONG REPEATS WEDDING VOWS
Biggest Marriage Ceremony In Town's History

Superior, Wis. — (AP) — Major Richard Ira Bong, the nation's ace of aces, and his school teacher sweetheart, Marjorie Ann Vattendahl, were married Saturday in Concordia Lutheran church, in the biggest wedding this northern Wisconsin city has ever seen.
A full hour before the shy, modest son of a Swedish immigrant, and the attractive girl he met during his first home leave after becoming an ace, were to repeat their vows, the church was packed. The first eight rows of pews were reserved for friends of the pair, and shortly before the couple knelt before the Rev. Paul A. Boe, room was made for nine air force officers representing Gen. H. H. Arnold who was prevented by illness from attending the wedding.
After the single-ring ceremony, Maj. and Mrs. Bong appeared on a radio program and later attended a reception before leaving on their wedding journey to a destination described by the bridegroom as a military secret.

Major Bong puts the wedding ring on Marge's finger as Maid of Honor, Geraldine Bong, looks on

  Bong's wedding

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Out of This World  

HERO WORSHIP

14 March 1945 - Stars Diane Lynn, Eddie Bracken and Cass Daley did an about-face when Major Richard I. Bong, Pacific ace who has bagged some 40 Japanese planes, visited the set of “Out of This World” - in which the three co-star - during a brief visit to the Hollywood studio.

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America's No. 1 Ace Given British Award

San Francisco, 21 June 1945 — (AP) — Major Richard Ira Bong, of Poplar, Wis., America's No. 1 ace of this war, was awarded the Distinguished Air Medal (DFC -jf) by King George, according to a Melbourne broadcast monitored by the American Broadcasting Company.
The award was made by the Duke of Gloucester, Governor-General of Australia, the broadcast said, on behalf of the King.
Bong, who holds America's highest awards, piled up most of his amazing record of shooting down 40 Japanese planes while flying over British New Guinea.

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BONG KILLED
Ace Leaps for Life From Exploding P80

BURBANK, Calif., 6 Aug. 1945 - (Special) - Maj. Richard Bong, 24, of Poplar Wisconsin, America's ace of aces, was killed instantly today in the flaming crash and explosion of a P-80 jet plane in a vacant lot near the Lockheed Air Terminal, Army authorities officially announced tonight.
Eyewitnesses at the crash scene said the air hero, who shot down 40 Jap planes in the Pacific, died in a desperate attempt to jump clear of the plane 30 feet from the ground after first fighting to head the plane away from nearby houses into a vacant lot.
Mrs. George H. Zane Jr., a housewife who lives near the scene of the crash, related:
"Maj. Bong obviously was in trouble as he headed toward my house. He was fighting with the plane, dipping first one wing, then the other.
"He flew over telephone wires and under high tension lines heading toward a vacant lot in a desperate effort to avoid crashing into surrounding houses.
"Thirty feet up there was an explosion that shook the whole neighborhood. Then smoke poured from the plane.
"I saw Maj. Bong jump out, holding both hands above his head. He jumped on the side of the plane that faced me. I could plainly see him trying to free himself from the plane. Then the smoke swept over him."

Maj. Bong's body, crushed and burned, was found about 100 feet from the wreckage of his ship. His scorched, partly opened parachute lay near the body.

 
Wreckage
Pieces of the wreckage of Major Bong's Shooting Star
The air hero's plane exploded and disintegrated with a blast that rocked the adjoining neighborhood and hurled fragments of the jet propelled craft 150 yards.
All that remained of the plane was a tail section and a part of the motor.
Capt. Emery Baker of the Birmingham General Hospital staff said Maj. Bong died instantly.

Immediately following the crash and blast more than 2,000 souvenir hunters swarmed over the lot seeking pieces of the wreckage of the air hero's Shooting Star craft — just revealed by the war department to be the world's fastest plane.
The air ace's plane, taking off from Lockheed at 2:20 p.m. PWT (Pacific War Time), appeared to head into trouble almost immediately after leaving the ground.
Hank Moore, dispatcher in the control tower at the field, said Maj. Bong's plane had got no more than 50 feet off the ground when the motor began to cough and sputter.
Mrs. J. R. Villarino, whose home is near the field, shuddered: "I saw a piece of the plane fly off. Then the plane started down. It crashed with a terrific explosion. It was horrible. Huge flames swelled up, plainly visible from my house although it is about two miles from the scene of the crash."
Maj. Bong’s body was taken to a Burbank mortuary.

After returning from overseas service, the former Wisconsin farm boy was assigned last June to the Western District of the Air Technical Command. He was a member of the staff assigned to the AAF plant representative at Lockheed Aircraft factory. His Job was testing the swift new jet-propelled "Shooting Stars."

The wiry little fighter pilot, here on a tour of air gunnery schools last year, grinned and told newsmen why he had been grounded. "I guess they don't want me killed off."

His sister, Nelda Bong, while working in the stenographic department of a Long Beach aircraft factory, once said that as a boy he was "always interested in airplanes and more airplanes." "He would get fascinated when he saw an airplane in the sky," she added. "His eyes would get very blue and he'd he in sort of a day dream until the plane went out of sight.

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JET EXPLOSION KILLS ACE BONG

BURBANK, Calif., 7 Aug. 1945 - (AP) - Maj. Richard Ira Bong, the farm boy who become America's aerial ace of aces by downing 40 Japanese planes while emerging unscathed from over 500 combat hours, today lay dead, the victim of a jet P-80 Shooting Star explosion which occurred four minutes after a takeoff.
The explosion, which scattered parts of the plane over an acre, occurred yesterday afternoon just after the 24-year-old pilot left Lockheed air terminal on a test flight. Maj, Bong apparently tried to jump clear of the disintegrating ship, but flames caught him.
His body was found 100 feet from the flaming jet turbine. His parachute had partly opened and wrapped around the flier.

Plane Blows Apart
The wiry, pug-nosed fighter pilot, who had been testing P-80s for the army technical service command since July 9, knew he was in trouble as soon as the plane took off. He radioed the control tower telling of trouble. Suddenly a puff of black smoke belched from the world's fastest plane (clocked at 555 mph in a recent test flight) as Bong leveled off.
A Lockheed service mechanic, Frank Bodenhamer, reported: "His take-off was normal but I knew there was something wrong when I saw a puff of black smoke just as he leveled off. The right wing tipped. The escape hatch came off and the plane started to glide and then nosed over straight down. A column of smoke and flames went into the air for about 400 feet. It was a terrible sight."
Other witnesses said the plane exploded with a terrific roar that shook the vicinity.
A woman in a backyard some 150 feet away was burned on her legs.
This was the end, then, for the Wis. boy who had earned 26 decorations including the Medal of Honor and the Distinguished Flying Cross, the later presented to him by King George of England. In addition to his 40 kills, he had nine probables in two years of combat in the south Pacific, mostly over New Guinea.
At dinner with friends Sunday night, mention was made of a jet plane that had disintegrated. The curly-haired Major shrugged and said: "I never worry about those things."

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Maj. 'Dick' Bong Dies Testing Plane - Leading U. S. Ace Unable to Jump Clear

Wreckage
A wheel and an engine lay broken in a field.
 

BURBANK. Cal., 7 Aug. 1945 - (UP) - Maj. Richard I. (Dick) Bong, America's greatest ace was killed yesterday in the flaming crash of a jet plane from which he desperately tried to jump clear.
Maj. Bong, 24-year-old Medal of Honor holder, died as he struggled to free his heavy clothing from the narrow escape hatch of the P-80 Shooting Star he was testing. He had almost bailed out when the crippled aircraft exploded.
The force of the blast, which shattered the plane into pieces less than three feet square, shot Maj. Bong's body clear of the plane.

Pulled Chute's Ripcord
The flier had pulled the ripcord of his parachute, and its silken folds swirled about the crumpled body as flames swept over it.
Maj. Bong was brought home for "safe" duty after he became America's all-time air ace by shooting down 40 of the enemy without a scratch. "Safe"' duty was testing the jet-propelled P-80, the Army's newest fighter model.
Witnesses did not agree on the cause of the crash. One Army flier said Maj. Bong overshot the Lockheed landing field. Another said something appeared to fall out of the tail of the rocket-like ship.

Noses Straight Down
A Lockheed mechanic said he saw a puff of black smoke come out of the plane. Then the escape hatch flew off, he said, and the plane nosed over straight down.
Maj. Bong contacted the control tower at the field almost as soon as he was airborne, officials said, and reported he was having trouble.
"He was dipping first one wing then the other," said one witness. "The motor was making a muffled popping. He flew over some telephone wires and under high tension wires making for a vacant lot."

Then the ship lurched over a clump of trees and exploded in the field.

Body Badly Burned
Smoke and flames shot up 400 feet and brought crowds running from the airport a mile away. By the time the wreckage was reached, it had been almost entirely consumed and Maj. Bong's body badly burned.
When the wreckage cooled, bystanders pulled the flier's body from the jumble of molten metal and tossed a gray blanket over it. One wrist and hand protruded, showing Maj. Bong's Army identification tag.
The shy Poplar, Wis., farm boy, curly-haired and blue-eyed, once admitted to his sister he always was scared before he got into his plane to head out for a death duel with the enemy.
Mrs. Marjorie Bong, his 21-year-old widow, said he had no premonition of death.
"He said he was going to take me to a movie when he got home," she said.
Mrs. Bong leaves today to accompany the body to Superior, Wis., in an Army transport plane. No funeral arrangements will be made until she arrives, she said.

Meyer is New Leading Ace
His death left Lt. Col. John C. Meyer, of Forrest Hills, N.Y., the nation's leading ace with 37 planes to his credit, the War Department said Maj. Thomas B. McGuire Jr., of San Antonio, Tex., listed as missing in action, was credited was 38.
Maj. Bong had been reported missing in action twice since his first battle during the Buna campaign, on Dec. 27, 1942. In both cases, he said, it was a typographical error.

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Is Writing His Biography

HOLLYWOOD, 7 Aug. 1945 — Mrs. Marjorie Bong, 21-year-old widow of the nation's ace of aces, today packed away an unfinished portrait of herself which her husband had been painting and prepared to accompany him on his last night.
The body of Maj. Richard I. Bong, killed yesterday in the crash of a Jet plane he was testing, will be flown to Superior, Wis., today by an air transport command plane.
The oil portrait, one Maj. Bong started after his wife, an art student, induced him to take up painting, was complete except for the hair. On the wall were two pencil sketches the aviator did of his wife.
Mrs. Bong said army authorities failed to reach her with news of her husband's death because she was taking a sun bath on the roof.
"When I come down I turned on the radio to get the time, and heard the news," she said.
The couple had been living in Hollywood since Bong was assigned to testing six months ago on his return from the Pacific.
"When he left the house he was full of happiness about taking one of the new ships up." she said. "He loved to fly them and thought them the most wonderful planes in the world."
She said she had started a biography of the major, without his knowledge, and that now she hoped to finish it.
"He was a wonderful man," she said, "and a wonderful husband."

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BONG TRAGEDY SHOCKS CITY

Milwaukee, 7 Aug. 1945 - It might have been your brother who was killed, your husband or your sweetheart.
A profound sense of shock and personal loss gripped thousands of Milwaukeeans when the tragic news that Maj. Richard Bong had been killed swept the city.
They couldn't believe that the blond young flier who typified for them the daring, the gaiety, the modesty of America's fighting men had gone. Calls flooded the Sentinel switchboard to see if the report was true.

SYMPATHY FOR WIFE
"I thought he was safe now," said a woman's voice. A man exclaimed unbelievingly: "He had to come back to get it!"
Everywhere there were sorrowful comments on the freak of fate that carried the major unharmed through the myriad dangers of the greatest fighting career in the history of the Air Force, only to snatch his life when he had come home from the battle fronts.
The sympathy of the city poured out to Mrs. Bong, the tall, lovely girl who had been his wife for little more than six months. She had been with the major ever since he look up his new assignment, was in their home in Hollywood when news of his death was brought to her.

INVITED TO RETURN
The filer's romance with Marge Vattendahl of Superior had captured the heart of the nation, but here in Milwaukee there was always a strong feeling that these two were "ours."
Maj. Bong had been invited to attend the open house at St. Charles Boys' Home here last week, held in connection with Archbishop Kiley's Memorial Building Fund Campaign. Bong's reply, received by Norman Kopmeler, chairman, Special Gifts Committee, said he regretted his inability to come because of his duties.
Their visit here together in January just before they were married was like a tumultuous welcome home. Crowds followed them from one civic event to the other, adding their good wishes to the greetings of Milwaukee leaders gathered to do them honor.

GREETED THOUSANDS
On his whirlwind one-day stay here, the major received a special citation from the Wisconsin Civil Air Corps. He added his signature to those of the nation's famous at the Milwaukee Press club. He spoke to the Wisconsin Women of the Philippine Defenders at a special meeting honoring the ace that shot down 40 Jap planes. He greeted thousands at entertainments at the Athletic Club and the Elks Club.
Everything he did, after he came home for good last January, was wrapped in the warm atmosphere of the "happy ending" for the countless people who knew him only through the press.

FAIRYTALE ROMANCE
There was his return to his family on their farm home at Poplar, Wis., his reunion with Marge, his college sweetheart; their wedding Feb. 10 in Concordia Lutheran Church at Superior, with hundreds standing outside in the winter twilight to catch a glimpse of the major in his uniform and Marge in her gleaming bridal dress.
They left Superior that night for Maj. Bong's new post in California. Every one thought they would be home again as soon as the war was over. They thought the fairytale ending had come true for Marge and Dick Bong.

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Richard Bong Killed; Burial to Be in State

Superior, Wis., 7 Aug. 1945 — The city that had rejoiced with Maj. Richard Ira Bong over his victories in the air, celebrated his homecomings and followed eagerly his courtship and marriage of Marjorie Ann Vattendahl, prepared somberly Tuesday to attend the young hero's funeral.
His bride of scarcely six months Monday night telephoned her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sigurd Vattendahl, that she would fly here in an army plane, with his body, and accompanied by an army nurse. It was expected that the plane would reach here Wednesday. Marjorie, who had refused to believe the first radio reports she heard at their apartment in Hollywood, received official verification of his death several hours later. Her mother said that she seemed quite composed.
The ace's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carl T. Bong of nearby Poplar, were visiting in Superior Monday when the news was broadcast. They hurried to the Vattendahl home. Mr. and Mrs. Vattendahl and their youngest son, Bill, were sitting down to supper when they heard the news. The two families talked quietly a few moments before the Bongs left for Poplar. C.R. Olson, president of the Poplar State bank, was the first to call on them. The bereaved family said that arrangements for the funeral would await Marjorie's arrival.

Knew of Trouble
The stubby fighter pilot, who had been testing P-80s for the army technical service command since July 9, knew he was in trouble as soon as the plane took off. He radioed the control tower of the field, telling of difficulties. With a roaring sigh like a giant blow torch, the plane lurched over some trees and exploded in a vacant lot. Smoke and flames shot up 400 feet.
Spokesmen for the army air technical service command were not positive of the identification of the pilot for some time after the crash, as two of the jet planes took off at the same time.

Home to Marry
The last time Maj. Bong came home was after his third tour of duty in the Pacific. The 24 year old unassuming hero, once a choir boy in the family church at Poplar, had destroyed 40 Japanese planes in combat, malting him the top ranking Anglo-American ace and the greatest fighter pilot in American history. He and the 21 year old Superior State Teachers college coed, whom he had met at a college dance in the fall of 1943, were married Feb. 10 at Concordia Lutheran church here. Superior and Poplar friends filled the church and hundreds waited outside. The Bongs honeymooned in the west. The major was assigned as a test pilot at Wright field, Dayton, Ohio, before his transfer to Burbank. Bong was always crazy about planes. As a student at the college here, he enrolled in the civilian pilot training program and flew a Piper Cub at the Superior airport, which in January 1945, was renamed in his honor. He enlisted in the air forces in May 1941. At the college, his name leads the rest on the honor roll.
He left the United States in September 1942, after training in California and Arizona. He got his first two Jap planes Dec. 27, over Buna. Robert J. Doyle, The Journal staff war correspondent, was near Buna with the 32nd division that day. He wrote that, "27 Zeros and 15 dive bombers roared in from the sea to attack American and Australian soldiers. Without hesitation, four P-38s streaked in and took on the 42 Japs. Bong was at the controls of one of the P-38s."

Celebrated Return
A year later, when he returned to the United States on his first leave, the young pilot with the shock of blond hair and pug nose had 21 planes to his credit and was the ranking Allied ace in that theater. His home-coming at Poplar the wintry night of Nov. 16, 1943, was riotous. The family was sitting up for him ("They shouldn't have," Bong said softly when he saw the lights of home), and a 30 piece band from the college air training detachment blared out a welcome.
Dick Bong went hunting and got a 196 pound buck.
He met Marjorie Vattendahl and took her bowling.
After his return to the Pacific an enlarged picture of her was glued to the nose of his P-38. His score went to 27 kills, and he became the first flier in this war to beat Capt. Eddie Rickenbacker's 26 plane mark in World War II.
He came home again in the spring of 1944 to "learn to shoot." He studied gunnery and deflection shooting, put a diamond on Marjorie's finger and went back to combat as an instructor. And as an instructor in the Philippine area, forbidden to take the air except in defense, he ran his score to 38. He had 36 victories when he was given the nation's highest award, the Congressional Medal of Honor, for "conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action above and beyond the call of duty."

MacArthur Made Award
The presentation was made by Gen. Douglas MacArthur, a fellow Wisconsinite and at that time the only other Wisconsin fighting man who had lived to receive the Medal of Honor personally in World War II.
With his score, at 40 confirmed enemy planes destroyed and nine probables, he was sent back to this country. Then he came to Superior, where he was born, for is wedding. The rest of the state saw Bong on his visits home.
He was feted at Madison by Gov. Goodland. He buzzed Milwaukee to boost the fifth war loan drive. He talked to high schools. There was a "Bong day" in Milwaukee last Jan. 29 when he and his fiancée were guests of the Elks Club there and shook the hands of hundreds of well wishers. He was modest, untalkative, proud of "his girl."
And at Superior and Poplar Tuesday, they were remembering these things.
Bong's parents, five sisters and two brothers stayed in seclusion at their farm home as friends called briefly to bring gifts of food or flowers, recalling Dick as a snub nosed farm boy driving his father's tractor and later scaring the daylights out of them by buzzing the town when he'd learned to fly.
Wherever two people met, they stopped to talk of Maj. Richard Ira Bong.

Bong Letter to Fund Committee Revealed
A week before his death Maj. Richard Bong wrote to the archbishop's memorial building fund committee conveying his regrets that he could not be in Milwaukee last Thursday for the tour of St. Charles Boys' home. The letter, dated July 30th said, "Convey my regrets to Archbishop Kiley. I have to take part in Air Force day here in Los Angeles on Aug. 1 and cannot possibly attend."

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Bong s Body Flown Home for Funeral
Silent Crowd at Duluth Sees Hero's Coffin; Military Burial Takes Place at Poplar

Superior, Wis., 8 Aug. 1945 — A silent crowd of about 200 saw the last homecoming of Maj. Richard Ira Bong, America's greatest fighter pilot, at the Duluth municipal airport at 8:45 a.m. Wednesday. The body of the 24 year old ace, killed Monday in the explosion of the jet plane he was testing at Burbank, Calif., was flown to the Head of the Lakes in a giant four engine army transport.
The day was sunny and warm. Only 50 persons were permitted on the field. A hundred more waited at the gate and another group clustered on the hangar roof. Some, like Carl T. Bong, the pilot’s father, and Mr. and Mrs. Sigurd Vattendahl, parents of his bride of less than six months, had been waiting since 7:30.
Bongs father had his cap pulled low over his eyes and he chewed an unlit cigar. He talked briefly with Vattendahl.
The C-54 transport, which left Long Beach, Calif., at 8 p.m. (CWT) Tuesday, also bore Bong's young widow. She was wearing a gray suit and dark glasses. Others aboard the plane were her brother, Jerome of Los Angeles; Col. K. C. McGregor, commanding officer of the 6th ferrying group, who was honorary pilot and head of an escort of seven majors. Maj. Earl Kingsley, a friend of Bongs from cadet days; Mrs. Clarence Toy, wife of Maj. C. J. Toy of the western district air technical service command; Maj. Maynard L. Cowan, the pilot and the escort majors, all former combat pilots.

Flag Covers Coffin
Carl Bong had put on his VFW cap as the plane came in. The others waiting bared their heads.

 
Bong's body comes home
Marge Bong escorts her husband's body back to Wisconsin
The army had flown in a special device to lower the coffin from the transport to ground level. It was a hydraulic aerostand, brought from Wilmington, Del., in another C-54.
The Vattendahl and Bong families joined the eight car funeral procession which moved to Superior and the Downs mortuary where the body remained until 11, then was taken to the Concordia Lutheran church where services were held at 2 p.m. A guard of the Minnesota state police escorted the cortege to the slate line where Wisconsin state police and soldiers from Camp McCoy took over.

Towns in Mourning
Superior and nearby Poplar, home town of the young pilot, were in deep mourning. Flags were flown at half staff and pictures of the pilot whose exploits brought glory to his home and nation were draped in black. Every flower shop in Superior and Duluth was sold out Wednesday morning. The city council declared Wednesday a day of mourning and all stores were closed during the funeral service.
Brig. Gen. G. B. Seville flew from Washington, D.C. Tuesday night to assist in arrangements for the military service. The Rev. Arvid F. Hoorn, pastor of the Bethany Lutheran church in Poplar where Dick Bong was confirmed and attended Sunday school, conducted the service with the help of the Rev. Paul A. Boe, Concordia pastor, who had married Bong and the former Marjorie Ann Vattendahl there on Feb. 10.
At 3:30 p.m., the funeral procession left for Poplar for burial rites at the cemetery on the outskirts of the little village where Maj. Bong grew up on his father's farm. Pallbearers were Dick's friends and schoolmates home on military leave. Pvt. Gene Edgette and his brother, Sgt. Edward, both of Lake Nebagamon; Sgt. Martin Isaacson, Poplar; Cpl. Eugene Nevin, Poplar; Sgt. Lowell Vattendahl, Superior, Marjorie's brother, and Sgt. Courtland Willis, Superior. Edward Edgette and Lowell Vattendahl attended Bong at his wedding.

Aerial Canopy
Eighteen P-47 and nine C-47 planes provided an aerial umbrella over Superior and Bong's home town as the last rites were conducted. Earlier they had brought a 30 piece army band and a military police escort to participate in the rites.
The death of America's greatest ace, whose score of 40 Japanese planes destroyed brought him 26 decorations, including the Congressional Medal of Honor, brought tributes Wednesday from many men.
Gen. George C. Kenney, commander of the Far East air forces, said at his headquarters in Manila: "The death of Richard Bong is felt deeply by each officer and man in the Far East air forces. Maj. Bong was one of the greatest fighter pilots of all time. He will live in history as America's ace of aces. His courage and leadership were an inspiration to every man who has ever flown in combat."
Lt. Gen. Ennis C. Whitehead, 5th air force commander, added; "When he was a cadet under my command he already showed the promise of a great pilot. He knew his airplane, his guns and his enemy. The air forces have suffered a very great loss in the death of this great airman and fine character."
At Washington Senator Alexander Wiley proposed the establishment of a living memorial to Bong. He said that Bong's accomplishments "have thrilled and inspired all our people. All America mourns his untimely death."
Earlier at Superior, Robert Butler, president of the Butler Shipbuilders Inc., announced that he would make the initial contribution to a Bong memorial fund.

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Bong's funeral procession
This was the scene yesterday from a grain field near Poplar as a military procession, paying final tribute to America's Ace of Aces, passes

His Home Folks, in Stoic Grief, Attend Maj. Bong to His Grave

Superior, Wis., 9 Aug. 1945 — They buried America's ace of aces Wednesday. They buried him with full military honors in Poplar Cemetery, nestled in a silent little woodland just two miles from, and overlooking, his childhood home in Poplar, Wis. During the day, some 10,000 persons paid their respects to Maj. Richard Ira Bong, the great American pilot who was killed Monday in a plane crash near Burbank, Calif.
It was the hardest day the people of Poplar, Superior and the surrounding countryside ever spent. It was the least spectacular final tribute ever paid a nation's hero, but it surged with the sincerity of people — both friends and strangers — wishing to bid good-by simply to a loved and admired fellow townsman.
The day was marked by simplicity from the moment the big C-54 army transport settled down at Duluth airport with the major's flag draped coffin, Marjorie Vattendahl Bong - most persons here haven't yet become used to calling her Mrs. Bong — and the eight army officers dispatched as honorary pallbearers. Police and army personnel escorted the young widow and the senior Bong and Vattendahl families on the drive to a Superior mortuary, and later to Concordia Lutheran church, where the services were held.

Many Were Reminiscing
Through the few hours as Maj. Bong laid in slate in the church in which he and his young bride were married last February, conversation on the streets and in the stores and homes here turned again and again to Dick Bong. A banker recalled how Dick, on his last visit, was standing near a counter, bashfully receiving the lusty praises of several burly farmers. "Dick eased himself up to the top of the counter so he could talk eye to eye to them," the banker said softly. "He sat right there." (photo at right)
About 6,200 persons appeared at 2:30 p. m. to attend the services. The church could accommodate only 1,200 and the rest waited outside. Banks of Flowers
Two servicemen stood stiffly at attention before the coffin, flanked by flags. Behind it was a bank of flowers topped by a large cross of white roses. Every flower store in Duluth and Superior had been sold out Wednesday morning, and the flowers spilled over toward the ends of the altar.
The organist began to play, softly, then louder, and then only a whisper of music. A pair of candles, standing straight and tall behind the flowers, flickered a moment as Marjorie Bong entered, followed by her parents, Dick's mother and father, and the members of both families.
The young widow, dressed in black, sat quietly for a moment, and then her shoulders began to tremble. She put her head on her mother's shoulder and regained her composure. She would not cry.
The Rev. Paul Boe, pastor of the church, who had married the major and Marjorie, read a verse from the Bible. G. M. Hauger sang "Asleep in Jesus." The organist played "The Lord Is My Shepherd."
  Bong in the local store

Recalls Bong's Boyhood
Then the Rev. Arvid F. Hoorn, a friend of Maj. Bong since the air ace was a little farm boy who liked to play with machines, read a passage from the Scripture, and, his voice breaking slightly, said:
"Maj. Richard Ira Bong was born Sept. 24, 1920. He spent his childhood on a farm in a little community of Poplar. He showed exceptional interest in farm machinery and when he was a small boy he was so attracted to the tractor that he would drive it although he wasn't tall enough to stand on the pedals."
Mr. Hoorn told how Maj. Bong's interest went from tractors to all forms of machinery and finally to airplanes.
"He was also a member of my confirmation class of June 7, 1936," the pastor continued. "He was a leader of the Luther league and choir. He had a beautiful tenor voice and he loved to sing. He was faithful in the performance of his duties. We who sat in the little church in Poplar know what it means to miss that boy's voice."

Looked to Homecoming
He traced Maj. Bong's career which led him to the top of the ladder of fame, and said, "He was always looking forward to coming home and living a happy blessed life with his wife, Margie. But, the ways of God are not our ways and it was a shock Monday evening when even the members of his own family heard over the radio of his death."
He ended, "Fame crowned him her hero and fortune smiled on him until last Monday night, and although fortune has ceased to smile, fame will always call him her own."
The organ music swelled as the pallbearers, friends and schoolmates home on military furloughs, carried the coffin through the honor guard to the hearse. As they emerged from the church, the 5,000 outside crowded together to catch a glimpse. Many of the tight, hurt faces had stood in the same street in February, smiling as the major and his new wife came happily down the steps.

Planes Circled Above
The funeral cortege — more than a score of vehicles — started for the cemetery near Poplar. At the side road leading from Highway 2, a half mile to the cemetery, waited a 60 piece army band sent from Chicago and a lane of military policemen from Camp McCoy and Chicago. Sixteen army fighter planes, four abreast in four straight rows, soared overhead, making wide circles to match their speed with the slowly moving ground procession. Hundreds of persons lined the lane and surrounded the burial plot.
The band begun a funeral march and the procession swung up the narrow, sandy road, behind a green-roofed papered shack, and wound along the cool path between the elms, poplars, firs and birches protecting the little clearing for the cemetery. The river which winds through the trees and close to the Bong farm home could be seen.
Six soldiers fired a three volley salute. Mr. Hoorn read the Scripture. At the fringe of the clearing another soldier sounded taps.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...," Mr. Hoorn's words faded into the drone of the planes gliding overhead. Few of the mourners cried, and the pallbearers lowered the coffin into the new grave. The military escort and band moved off, others started slowly away.
There the young widow, carrying the folded flag that had draped the casket was led, stumbling, away.

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Victories Include :

27 Dec 1942


31 Dec 1942
  7 Jan 1943

  8 Jan 1943
  3 Mar 1943

11 Mar 1943


29 Mar 1943
14 Apr 1943

12 Jun 1943

26 July 1943

28 July 1943
  6 Sep 1943
  2 Oct 1943
29 Oct 1943

  5 Nov 1943

one Zeke
one Val
one Val
one Zeke
two Oscars
one Oscar
one Oscar
one Oscar
one Oscar
two Oscars
one Oscar
one Betty
one Dinah
one Betty
one Betty
one Oscar
one Oscar
two Oscars
two Tonys
one Oscar
two Bettys
one Dinah
two Zeke
one Zeke
two Zekes

destroyed,
destroyed &
damaged
probable
destroyed &
probable
destroyed
destroyed &
damaged
destroyed,
damaged &
damaged
destroyed
destroyed &
damaged *
destroyed &
damaged
destroyed &
destroyed
destroyed
probable
destroyed
destroyed &
damaged
destroyed

End of first tour 11 Nov 1943

 

15 Feb 1944
  3 Mar 1944

  3 Apr 1944
12 Apr 1944

one Tony
two Sallys
one Tony
one Oscar
three Oscars
one Oscar

destroyed
destroyed &
damaged
destroyed
destroyed &
damaged

Second tour ends abruptly on 12 April 1944
when Bong brakes Rickenbacker's record.
Looks like that 3rd Oscar was confirmed

10 Oct 1944

27 Oct 1944

28 Oct 1944

10 Nov 1944

11 Nov 1944
  7 Dec 1944

15 Dec 1944
17 Dec 1944

one Erving
one Oscar
one Oscar
one Oscar
two Oscars
two Oscars
one Oscar
one Oscar
two Zekes
one Sally
one Tojo
one Oscar
one Oscar

&
destroyed
destroyed &
damaged
destroyed &
damaged
destroyed &
damaged
destroyed
&
destroyed
destroyed
destroyed

Sent home again after scoring his 40th kill

40 / 4 / 13

* Bong states he got a hole in his kite from a black Zero on this mission.

These claims were compiled from Bong's logbook by his brother Carl. Carl wrote a book about his famous brother called "Dear Mom - So We Have a War." For more details about these claims & Bong's life, that book can be purchased from the Bong Heritage Center for $42.05 (S&H included!) on this page.

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Related Sites :

Wingman to the Aces

Ace Pilot's Bong page

Good article on Bong at Historynet

Richard Ira Bong WWII Heritage Center

Bong's P-38 by Shigeo Koike
A beautiful painting by Shigeo Koike of Bong's P-38, showing 25 kills, as it was flown before he broke Rickenbacker's record & before
a malfunction caused his friend to bale out of it. This plane was completely destroyed & is not the plane he broke "Rick's" record in.

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