Robert Porter
Senior Master Sergeant
I am with you on the Lightning but it is pretty cool to learn new to me stuff!
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I've seen this picture before. The oral surgeon who relieved me of my impacted wisdom teeth, Capt. Lew Slagle USN, had it and a bunch of other Wildcat/Hellcat photos on his office wall. In his younger days he was a fighter pilot in VF-10 (Grim Reapers) and was sent on detachment to Henderson Field in its early days, where one day he tried to take off in front of a gaggle of strafing Zeros. He got off in his "swiss cheese" F4F and was cranking the gear up when a bullet hit something in the gear mechanism and jerked the crank out of his hand, which flailed around as the gear flopped back down, smashing his forearm, leaving the bones sticking out and bleeding profusely. So here's a one armed pilot stuck at low altitude in a rapidly disintegrating Wildcat, gear and takeoff flaps down, engine at full throttle, and a bunch of Zeros shooting at him. About a mile beyond the runway was a river with trees arched over it so he dropped through a gap in the foliage and flew up the river under the canopy. As he went upstream, the river got narrower, so when he came to another gap he pulled up for a look-see and the Zeros pounced again, so he did a wingover and headed back downstream in his "tunnel". This time one of the Zeros tried to make a firing pass shooting through the foliage, caught a wingtip in the trees (Lew thinks) and crashed. The others went off in search of easier targets, and Lew brought his battered bird home barely conscious from loss of blood.Henderson Field attacked by Japanese bombers, Guadalcanal, 1942.