Harold Goettler MOH

Lt Harold Goettler 

Frankly, I think he looks like a badass!

 Ok, Folks, I'm back with another recipient of Medal of Honor in the US Army Air Service what would go through a few name changes and eventually become the USAF.  He would be one of the first to receive the Medal although posthumously. I've gotta confess, I had never heard of this recipient until I started this series of posts.  He is Harold Goetler and his story was worth the research.

 

DeHaviland DH-4

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Upon arrival in Europe, he was assigned to the 50th Aero Squadron flying the DeHaviland DH-4.

According to the National Museum of the USAF:

"Goettler's first mission was on Sept. 12, 1918, the first day of the Allied St. Mihiel Offensive. His observer was Lt. Erwin R. Bleckley. On Oct. 6, Goettler and Bleckley were ordered to search for the so-called "Lost Battalion" of American units surrounded by German forces in the Argonne Forest. Several aircraft could not find them because the ground troops' commander feared signaling the fliers would reveal his units' position to the enemy. Goettler and Bleckley saw them, however, and dropped supplies despite heavy ground fire. On their second supply trip, as Goettler flew the airplane very low to drop supplies more accurately, he was killed by German rifle and machine gun fire. The plane crashed in Allied territory and observer Bleckley died shortly afterward. "

 Wow, 24 days.  War is certainly hell! I think this is an excellent example of that saying.

His citation for the Medal of Honor reads as follows:

First Lt. Harold E. Goettler, with his observer, 2d Lt. Erwin R. Bleckley, 130th Field Artillery, left the airdrome late in the afternoon on their second trip to drop supplies to a battalion of the 77th Division which had been cut off by the enemy in the Argonne Forest. Having been subjected on the first trip to violent fire from the enemy, they attempted on the second trip to come still lower in order to get the packages even more precisely on the designated spot. In the course of his mission the plane was brought down by enemy rifle and machine-gun fire from the ground, resulting in the instant death of 1st Lt. Goettler. In attempting and performing this mission 1st Lt. Goettler showed the highest possible contempt of personal danger, devotion to duty, courage, and valor. 

Rest in Peace, Heroes!

Peace out, y'all! 

First Jets

 

One of the things I've learned while contributing to Sarge's blog is the importance of carefully proof reading your story.  I've also learned that it's a lot more difficult than it sounds.  Your brain tends to read what your brain told you to type.  Which is not always what is actually written.  I had a case of this with my "Juvats" posting recently.  My intention for the subject was the progression of aircraft that the 80th TFS had flown since WWII.  I mistakenly posted a picture of a P80 and captioned it as the first jet fighter.  Which should have said first jet fighter for the Juvats as both the British and Germans had jet fighters before that.  Thanks for pointing that out, Mea Culpa!.  But... On the upside of that mistake, it produced a subject I found interesting for this posting.

So…Here we go with first jet fighters.

ME-262  Schwalbe/Sturmvogel*

 

 

According to the Military Aviation Museum (where I got the photo above) the first operational jet fighter was the ME-262 built by Messerschmidt. Much like any new technology it had its good points and its not so good points.  First, it was much (much, much) faster than any of the Allied propeller driven fighters.  Thus, the ME-262 could attack the Bomber fleet and run away before the Allied escort could bring sights to bear.  However, as in any war, tactics are developed to maximize your strengths and minimize the enemy's.  The Allies started positioning P-52 Mustangs over the ME-262 airfields as bombing attacks were being conducted in the vicinity.  If a ME-262 took off, they would attack it while it was still accelerating.  Since the engine’s spool up in the jet took a bit of time, the P-51 diving from altitude had a significant airspeed advantage.  Since there weren't a lot of ME-262's in operation, loss of any was a big victory for the Allies.  But, for purposes of this posting, they were the first operational jet fighter.

 Gloster Meteor

 

 The Gloster Meteor was the first Allied jet fighter and the only Allied jet to see combat.  It was faster than the Messerschmidt, but a bit less maneuverable.  Not a good characteristic for a Fighter.  Interestingly, it was still flying, albeit as a test bed, in 2023.

P-59 AiraComet

 

The P-59 Airacomet was the first US built jet fighter . Planning for the jet began in 1941 and flights began in July 1943.  Unfortunately, it's capabilities did not match the capabilities of the P-51, P47, or P-38, so it never reached production.

 Which brings me to my oops. The P-80 on first commissioning later renamed as the F-80 . This site explains a lot about the P-80 as a jet fighter.  As most of you know the king of the air in Korea was the F-86 which took over the air to air role there.  277 P/F-80s were lost there.  1 loss is bad, 277 is terrible.  They were soon remodeled and turned in to the T-33 which were still flying missions when I came on active duty and pilot training.

No, Beans, I never flew one, they were just for flying stuff and people around at the time. The T-37 and T-38 were in service by then.

 MIG-9 Fargo

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The first Russian jet was the  Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-9, NATO code named "Fargo".  Production started in 1946 and ended in 1948.  Obviously, it did not fly in WWII.  610 were built.  As I read this article I came to realize that the Soviets were not able to produce this "jet" before the war ended.  Lots (Lots and Lots) of problems.

The Nakajima Kikka (橘花 for those of you who read  Japanese)

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As one can see, it bears quite a similar look as the ME-262.  I don't know, but it wouldn't surprise me if there wasn't a bit of cooperation going on.  It had zero influence on the war as it flew only once, and that was in August 1945. 

 And Finally! 

Caproni Campini N.1

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The aircraft pictured above was Italy's entry into the "first" jet fighter competition.  Design and testing was started in 1940 and flown in 1941.  2 models were built and flown.  One was either destroyed by Allied bombing or by the Italians to avoid it's capture.  The one above was discovered by the Allies after they defeated the Italian Army.

So.  There are the first jet fighters and fighter prototypes from WWII. 

And, even though I like all of them, this is my favorite Fighter.

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 No surprise there!

Thanks for the idea Dearieme!  Peace out y'all.  

 

*Schwalbe/Sturmvogel. Schwalbe if it was air to air, Sturmvogel if it was Air to Ground 

 

“What is courage without risk... It wouldn’t really be courage, would it?” *

This post is an update of a post from 2016. That post describes the heroism of a Forward Air Controller (FAC) during the Vietnam war.  Back when this was originally posted, I had had the opportunity to visit Lackland AFB and walk the parade field, the edge of which has a representation of many USAF airplanes.  It also has a monument listing all Air Force Medal of Honor Recipients.  

 

As I studied the list, I realized that, while I knew the stories of several and recognized the names of a few more, there were many of whom I had no knowledge.  These men had received our Nation's Highest Award for Valor, for "acts of Valor above and beyond the call of Duty." and I didn't know them?  Unacceptable.  I resolved to rectify that situation.

Today's post will describe the actions of Captain Hilliard Almond Wilbanks.  Capt. Wilbanks was born in Cornelia GA.  He  enlisted in the USAF in 1950 serving 4 years as an Air Policeman in SAC before being accepted into the Aviation Cadet program.  I suspect 4 years guarding Bombers in the Northern Tier would be strenuous for a Southern Gentleman.  Anyhow, in June of 1955 (a personally excellent month), he received his wings and was commissioned.

 

His first assignment was as an IP (First Assignment Instructor Pilot (FAIP) to be precise).  Completing that assignment, he flew F-86s before being assigned to Vietnam as a Forward Air Controller.  Assigned to the 21st Tactical Air Support Squadron, he flew the O-1A Bird Dog.  From April 1966 to Feb 1967, he flew 488 combat mission earning the Air Medal 19 times (technically 1 Air Medal and 18 Oak Leaf Clusters) as well as a Distinguished Flying Cross.

Ok,  He's flying a single engine Cessna with a takeoff speed of about 90K, a cruise speed of 90K and a landing speed of 90K.  It is not armored, nor strengthened from the civilian variant.  It is armed, sort of, with 4 White Phosphorus Rockets.  Yes, they will hurt you if they hit you, but they're primarily used for marking targets. 

Capt. Wilbanks flew this aircraft in combat 488 times.  He clanked when he walked.


In February a few weeks before he was scheduled to DEROS (Date estimated to return from overseas AKA get to come home), Capt. Wilbanks' primary AOR is moved further north into the highlands.  On 22 February, an NVA Battalion captures a tea plantation in Capt Wilbanks old AOR and sets up an ambush.  The next morning a South Vietnamese company walks into the ambush and is entirely killed or captured.  No report is made as the radio operator threw the radio into a well to prevent its capture.  The next day a South Vietnamese Ranger battalion is sent to figure out what happened.  

Capt. Wilbanks replacement flies 3 missions but is unable to find the destroyed unit or recognize the ambush site.  Capt. Wilbanks is diverted from his current area to return and help with the search.  Based on his extensive experience, he is able to detect the ambush site.  As he radios a warning to the Rangers, the NVA recognize that they have been detected and spring the ambush, even though the Rangers are not fully in the ambush crossfire.

 

Capt. Wilbanks begins doing the FAC thing directing the fire of three helicopter gunships while evading 50 caliber machine gun rounds and extensive small arms fire.  Two flights of F-4s are diverted toward the area. 

As the helicopters make a pass, one takes a 50 cal hit in the hydraulic system.  He radios Capt Wilbanks that he will "probably' make it back to base.  Capt Wilbanks clears the other helicopters off to escort him back to base.

On seeing the helicopters leave, the NVA launch a new attack on the Rangers.  Capt Wilbanks checks the F-4s ETA, but they won't arrive in time.  Capt Wilbanks rolls in and launches a rocket at the attacking force which stops them momentarily and diverts their fire towards him.  

He is now out of rockets, but has an M-16 on board as a personal survival weapon in the event of a crash landing.  He sets up for a pass, dropping the side window and holding the M-16 in the slipstream. 

He makes several passes, causing the NVA to stop their attack each time, but he's taking hits from small arms and machine gun fire.  Finally, he takes an incapacitating hit and crashes near enough to the Rangers that they pull him from the wreckage.  He's alive, but perishes shortly thereafter.  

About this time the Phantoms arrive, and the attack is defeated.

As I read this, I wondered why a Battalion (easily several hundred men) would stop an attack based on the fire from a single M-16.   This gave me an insight.  Evidently the only way a North Vietnamese soldier could get leave to go home was to shoot down an aircraft.  It didn't matter how well he did on the ground, he was stuck for the duration.  If he shot down an airplane though, he would get transported back to North Vietnam for some leave.  I don't know whether Capt. Wilbanks knew that or if it would have mattered. 

This site has more details of the battle for those interested.  One caveat, the site's author has, shall we say, some baggage. The section on Capt. Wilbanks is well done though.  Do a Ctrl+F and search on Wilbanks and you'll save yourself a lot of stress.  

Capt. Wilbanks Medal of Honor Citation.

"For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. As a forward air controller Capt. Wilbanks was pilot of an unarmed, light aircraft flying visual reconnaissance ahead of a South Vietnam Army Ranger Battalion. His intensive search revealed a well-concealed and numerically superior hostile force poised to ambush the advancing rangers. The Viet Cong, realizing that Capt. Wilbanks' discovery had compromised their position and ability to launch a surprise attack, immediately fired on the small aircraft with all available firepower. The enemy then began advancing against the exposed forward elements of the ranger force which were pinned down by devastating fire. Capt. Wilbanks recognized that close support aircraft could not arrive in time to enable the rangers to withstand the advancing enemy, onslaught. With full knowledge of the limitations of his unarmed, unarmored, light reconnaissance aircraft, and the great danger imposed by the enemy's vast firepower, he unhesitatingly assumed a covering, close support role. Flying through a hail of withering fire at treetop level, Capt. Wilbanks passed directly over the advancing enemy and inflicted many casualties by firing his rifle out of the side window of his aircraft. Despite increasingly intense antiaircraft fire, Capt. Wilbanks continued to completely disregard his own safety and made repeated low passes over the enemy to divert their fire away from the rangers. His daring tactics successfully interrupted the enemy advance, allowing the rangers to withdraw to safety from their perilous position. During his final courageous attack to protect the withdrawing forces, Capt. Wilbanks was mortally wounded and his bullet-riddled aircraft crashed between the opposing forces. Capt. Wilbanks' magnificent action saved numerous friendly personnel from certain injury or death. His unparalleled concern for his fellow man and his extraordinary heroism were in the highest traditions of the military service, and have reflected great credit upon himself and the U.S. Air Force."

Warrior!
I thought it interesting to do a little research on how many members of USAF and its predecessor organizations had received the Medal of Honor.  My intent is to read the story of each of them.  Many I recognize the name, I'll start with the ones I don't.

Here’s the list: (I haven't checked , but it looks like it's in order of either action or awarding.)

1st Lt. Edward   V. Rickenbacker
2nd Lt. Frank Luke Jr.
1st Lt. Harold E. Goettler
2nd Lt. Erwin R. Bleckley
Brig. Gen. James H. Doolittle
Capt. Harl Pease Jr.
Lt. Col. Pierpont M. Hamilton
Col. Demas T. Craw
Brig. Gen. Kenneth N. Walker
1st Lt. Jack W. Mathis
Sgt. Maynard H. Smith
2nd Lt. Joseph R. Sarnoski
Maj. Jay Zeamer Jr.
2nd Lt. John C. Morgan
2nd Lt. Lloyd H. Hughes
Lt. Col. Addison E. Baker
Maj. John L. Jerstad
Col. Leon W. Johnson
Col. John R. Kane
Maj. Ralph Cheli
Col. Neel E. Kearby
Maj. Raymond H. Wilkins
Tech. Sgt. Forrest L. Vosler
Lt. Col. James H. Howard
Sgt. Archibald Mathies
2nd Lt. Walter E. Truemper
1st Lt. William R. Lawley Jr.
1st Lt. Edward S. Michael
Lt. Col. Leon R. Vance Jr.
2nd Lt. David R. Kingsley
1st Lt. Donald D. Pucket
Capt. Darrell R. Lindsey
Maj. Richard I. Bong
Maj. Horace S. Carswell Jr.
2nd Lt. Robert E. Femoyer
1st Lt. Donald J. Gott
2nd Lt. William E. Metzger Jr.
Brig. Gen. Frederick W. Castle
Maj. Thomas B. McGuire
Maj. William A. Shomo
Staff Sgt. Henry E. Erwin
1st Lt. Raymond L. Knight
Maj. Louis J. Sebille
Capt. John S. Walmsley Jr.
Maj. George A. Davis Jr.
Maj. Charles J. Loring Jr.
Maj. Bernard F. Fisher
Capt. Hilliard A. Wilbanks
Maj. Merlyn H. Dethlefsen
Lt. Col. Leo K. Thorsness
Capt. Gerald O. Young
Lt. Col. Joe M. Jackson
Lt. Col. William A. Jones III
Capt. James P. Fleming
Sgt. John L. Levitow
Capt. Steven L. Bennett
Col. George E. Day
Capt. Lance P. Sijan
Airman 1st Class William H. Pitsenbarger
Chief Master Sgt. Richard Etchberger
Tech. Sgt. John A. Chapman

*Jocelyn Murray, Corfe Castle

The Tank is Empty

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Bit of a pun that, the title and the photo.

That tank in the photo, it's still there, in La Gleize, Belgium. I've been there ...

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Wrote about it here. For the moment, I've got nothing, my creative urge is nowhere to be found. The Muse is missing in action and didn't even leave a note.

But I had a fine meal on Friday with The Missus Herself at a local eatery and ...

Well, I just figured it out. I've got the pre-vacation anticipatory jitters, or something. In a few weeks I'll be here ...

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This will be the third year in a row we've vacationed on Virginia's Eastern Shore. I can't tell you how much I love it there. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to being there.

Grandkids love it too.

Relaxing time approaches, just not fast enough.

Oh well ...

We'll get there when we get there. In the meantime, I'll try and scrape something together for Sunday. The cupboard is pretty bare right now.

Wait, What?

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Had a lazy day Wednesday, thought seriously about another one on Thursday, but dontcha know, that front lawn needed cutting, needed it bad.

So I did that, after a brief pause to let said lawn dry off after a wee passing shower.

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Now when I finally got off my ass resolved to cut the grass I noticed a lot of sketchy looking clouds hanging about. Checked my weather app, which said rain likely at 1600 and 1700. Note, it was 1530 when I was set to go mow.

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I decided, after a little voice in my head yelled "Hey Sarge, they're called weather guessers for a reason," that I would head out and if it started raining, well, then I'd get wet. Unlike past days where I would keep going unless it started up with lightning and thunder, I'd have to call it off if it started raining again. Hey, water wouldn't stall my mower, just clog it. These days though, the electric mower might actually sustain damage.

Well, I'd do what I could, if it rained, well, like Little Orphan Annie sang, "there's always tomorrow." I mean, what the hey, I'm retired, ain't I? I've got the time, don't I?

Anyhoo. Got it done. Then thought about blogging. Took some photos outside, did some reading inside, was looking for inspiration. Couldn't find it.

Life has been passing strange lately. Losing a buddy at 55 still freaks me out. It shouldn't, after all, I've lost friends and colleagues in the military at much younger ages, but still, when you can see the end of things not that far off, it's rattling to see someone else get there first.

I've seen death up close and personal, not a fan, I can tell you, but ...

Enough of that. Miss you, Doug.

Anyhoo. Had an exceptionally bizarre dream the other day, I mean really bizarre.

The Missus Herself sent me to the store, so I went. When I stepped outside, I was no longer in Little Rhody, but had somehow managed to get transported to Paris, yes, the one in France. And the City of Lights was an awful mess.

All the bridges over the Seine were down, but you could get to the other side via tunnels under the river. As I approached the entrance to one tunnel, I noted that I was wearing naught but my skivvies. Odd that. But no one seemed to care.

Entered the tunnel which, for some reason, was being painted. I complimented the two chaps actually doing the painted. Didn't strike me until much later that the two painters were dressed like Mario and Luigi. Yes, that Mario and Luigi. (Probably because I watched the original Mario Brothers movie, and the second one as well in the theater, a couple of weeks ago with my youngest grandsons. FWIW, I liked the first one better, why is it that sequels always seem to fall short?)

Just about the time I got to the other side of the Seine, finding myself near the Eifel Tower, I realized that none of the people in the dream were actually, ya know, speaking French. Then I woke up.

What the actual fire truck?

Don't remember what I ate that night.

Like I said, life has been a little strange lately.

It'll get better ...

Right?

I'm binge-listening to Puddle of Mudd as I try to remember where I was in the story I was telling. You know, that war thing. It ain't helping, but damn, that's an excellent band.

I shall return, most likely.

Hopefully far less pensive and a lot more motivated