MIflyer
1st Lieutenant
A B-25 unit in the Med got a new version of the bomber in 1943, the B-25G. It featured the incredible firepower of a 75MM cannon. The cannon was loaded manually by the Navigator, the breech was located near his position.
Certain that the new gun would prove to be highly effective against ground targets, a crew took one of the new B-25G's across the Med to an enemy target and came in low, blazing away.
The pilot soon found that the firing rate of the cannon was so slow that he was lucky to get two rounds off on each pass. That made it impossible to adjust aim. He exhorted the navigator to increase his firing rate but it did no good. They could hit the ground with the 75MM but that was about all.
The pilot was disgusted with the results and told the navigator to give him a course back to home base. Behind him the Navigator, stripped to the waist, sweltering in the low altitude Med heat, and exhausted from chucking 75MM shells as fast as he could, replied, "West, sir, Fly West."
The pilot replied that was NOT a proper course and he wanted a real one, the way a navigator was supposed to perform his duties. The navigator went back to his desk, consulted his maps, measured the course back to base, and replied,
"Don't fly West, sir, Fly Two Seven Zero Degrees."
Certain that the new gun would prove to be highly effective against ground targets, a crew took one of the new B-25G's across the Med to an enemy target and came in low, blazing away.
The pilot soon found that the firing rate of the cannon was so slow that he was lucky to get two rounds off on each pass. That made it impossible to adjust aim. He exhorted the navigator to increase his firing rate but it did no good. They could hit the ground with the 75MM but that was about all.
The pilot was disgusted with the results and told the navigator to give him a course back to home base. Behind him the Navigator, stripped to the waist, sweltering in the low altitude Med heat, and exhausted from chucking 75MM shells as fast as he could, replied, "West, sir, Fly West."
The pilot replied that was NOT a proper course and he wanted a real one, the way a navigator was supposed to perform his duties. The navigator went back to his desk, consulted his maps, measured the course back to base, and replied,
"Don't fly West, sir, Fly Two Seven Zero Degrees."