A HEROIC RESCUE

On August 4, 1944, the 82nd Fighter Group, based at Foggia, Italy, received a particularly hazardous assignment. It was a "shuttle", mission to Russia, a number of which, code­named FRANTIC, were flown by the 8th AF in England and the 15th AF in Italy that Summer. After completing a mission over Axis Europe" the American planes would land in Russia" from which they would fly others, returning to their home bases at the end of the last one.

This mission, FRANTIC 4, was to strafe enemy airfields and other ground targets in Romania en route to Poltava, in the Ukraine, its temporary Russian base, As the group attacked some trains and trucks near Ploesti, AA fire knocked out the left engine of the P-38 flown by 96th Fighter Squadron flight leader Dick Willsie. It was Willsie's 59th mission and turned out to be his most exciting.

Although now on one engine. Lt. Willsie joined in strafing a nearby airfield, where his good engine was also hit by flak, "'I noticed coolant streaming from my right engine cooler located aft of the boom. This meant I only had a few minutes left, at best I then made a call and reported my plight, and that I was going down." A response came from one of his squadron mates, 20-year-old Flight Officer Dick Andrews, of Portland, Oregon, whose 10th mission this was: ""Pick a good field and I will come in after you."

Willsie, whose hometown was Long Beach, California, recalled later that. ""I had to get down quickly if I wanted to have any control of the landing. I forgot about everything else and concentrated on putting the plane down. Suddenly; my windshield cracked from another bit I felt a sting on my head and then a Warm trickle down my forehead. I saw' a place to land and two quick turns and a sideslip put me in position over some trees and down. As I slid over the last obstacle and touched down, I placed my head against the rubber [padding] on the gun sight-and before the plane skidded to a stop my nose felt like Joe Louis had broken it with several of his left jabs and right hooks! I put my hand up to my face and it came back with thick blood allover it. I felt sick. But I cou1d still move, and move I did! I jumped out on the left wing.

"1 could hear planes overhead and saw some P-38s and Me-109s dogfighting. I also saw men in the distance and trucks not far off. I heard rifle fire and the whine of bullets. I headed down the left wing, which was flat against the ground, and turned to run for the cover of the nearby trees.

"I could hear planes overhead and saw some P-38s and Me-109s dogfighting. I also saw men in the distance and trucks not far off. I heard rifle fire and the whine of bullets. I headed down the left wing, which was flat against the ground, and turned to run for the cover of the nearby trees. At this time I saw Andrews' plane with its landing gear down. Spellbound, I dropped down and watched it. I thought, "My God, he is coming in to pick me up!' The field was soft and had obviously been planted recently, as there was stubble about an inch high. I had on sheepskin flying boots-not the best running gear, but I ran anyway, [for what] seemed like the length of a football field, toward his plane. When he finally stopped. he started to taxi in my direction, but someone called him on the radio and said to stay there, because I was coming to him."

Andrew's had 'watched [Willsie] land across furrows, then [1] made a 180o turn, putting my gear and flaps down, Seeing I was too close to the field, I picked my gear up, made a 270o turn and started my approach, putting my gear back down when I saw I could make the field. I landed with the furrows, making sure to make a smooth landing. I stopped 100 feet from a cornfield, pulled my flaps up and set them in takeoff position. Leaving the engines running at 1800 rpm, I locked the brakes."

While this was going on, other 82nd FG pilots were battling the Me 109s and strafing the enemy troops that were trying to kill or capture the two temporarily grounded flyers.

Willsie: "'When I got to Dick's P-38 he was standing on the wing. He had dropped the fold-down ladder and thrown his chute away. Although out of breath, I managed a big smile. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up on the wing. He said, "You fly," and we both jumped into the cockpit with a miracle of precision. I sat as far forward as I could, with him behind me, not really on his lap and he not really on my back. His right leg had to be placed over my right shoulder, because the control column on a P-38 comes up from the right side of the cockpit. His left leg was down under my left arm. My hind end was on the front part of the bucket seat.

"'We pulled the canopy closed. He put up the right window and I put up the left.  This all occurred within seconds. I then pushed the propeller control to low pitch, pulled back on the controls to keep the nose up, and eased the throttles forward. I felt the nose wheel dig into the soft earth of the plowed meadow when I let go of the brakes. I couldn't get the control wheel back any farther, so I cranked in full trim -- nose up. It did come up, and we started rolling, There were trees ahead of us, so I put down the flaps to combat position, which helped us lift off. Now I had to play the climb just enough to clear the trees -- not too much or we would mush right into them. We did clear those trees, but I sure was glad they weren't ten feet taller!"

They were, miraculously, in the air and on their way again. There followed an extremely uncomfortable 2½-hour flight to Poltava in a very cramped cockpit, with a bleeding pilot (Andrews swabbed Willsie's cuts with iodine). Dick Andrews remembered that, "We kept our spirits up by joking about it all and kidding each other. We landed at the Russian base ahead of the other planes, due to Willsie's expert piloting. Those crew chiefs really flipped when they saw [both of] us climbing out of that P-38!"

When they returned to Foggia two days later, the two Lightning pilots were treated like celebrities, After they landed they were immediately met by several VIPs, including Generals Nathan Twining, the C.O. of the 15th Air Force, and Dean Strother, the 306th Fighter Wing Commander.  As Andrews stepped out of his plane he was greeted by Gen. Twining, who gave him a spot promotion to second lieutenant and awarded him the Silver Star! A few days later he received a special commendation from Gen. Ira Eaker, C.O., U.S. Strategic Air Forces in Europe.  The two men subsequently completed their combat tours with the 82nd FG.

Richard Andrews and Richard Willsie continued to fly combat missions. Andrews with his Silver Star became a First Lt. and a 96th FS Flight Leader, and Willsie became a Major and a Commander of the 96th FS and Group Leader.

Both of them had distinguished post-war USAF careers.  Willsie currently resides in Huntington Beach, CA, with his wife Marilyn, and Andrews returned to his home state of Oregon, where he still lives.

POSTSCRIPT

In recent years, more and more of Dick Andrews' friends (and many others who have read about his exploit) have come to believe that he should have been awarded a higher decoration -- specifically, the Medal of Honor -- as was Skyraider pilot Bernie Fisher in Vietnam for performing a very similar feat.