VPB-18

VPB-18 insignia
PBM-3 Mariner

VPB-18 was a Patrol Bombing Squadron of the U.S. Navy, flying the PBM-3D Mariner. The squadron was established as Patrol Squadron VP-18 on 15 January 1944 and redesignated as VPB-18 on 1 October 1944. It was disestablished on 23 November 1945. The squadron had a distinguished combat history in WWII's Pacific War.[1]

Significant events

USS St. George (AV-16)

In the interest of accuracy I will post my father’s account of VPB 18 on May 15, 1945. This is his letter posted in the local newspaper at the end of the war. I have shortened it on both ends.

The next morning at 0330 we were awakened for patrol. This was May 15, 1945, a day that I shall never forget. It was still dark out and a slow drizzling rain was falling. At 0500 we left the ship and took a boat out to the plane we were to fly that day. At 0615 we were ready for the take-off and by 0630 we were airborne and headed out to an outlying island to join up with the plane that was to fly wing with us for the day. The other plane was a little late to join up but by 0700 we were both underway on our mission. As soon as we were out of the area of American shipping we test fired all guns and made sure everything was ready for action. Our mission was to take us up along the west coast of Kyushu as far North as Korea then over to Korea and back to the ship. We held a steady course for the next few hours getting deep into Jap territory and I think most of the crew was more or less hoping to run into something. At about 1100 we got our wish. We spotted a small Jap ship in the sugar dog class and also a few sail boats, but we were only interested in the larger ship. The other ship made the first run. As they bore down, the bow gunner opened fire and strafed the ship. They dropped one hundred-pound bomb, but overshot the ship by about 10 feet. We came in for the second run. I was the bow gunner on our crew and as we came in on the target they opened fire on us so I concentrated all my fire power on the bow of the ship. By the time we had closed to 1,000 feet their guns were out of commission. By this time it was too late to fire at anything else as we were closing so fast. We also dropped a 100-pound bomb but our tail gunner reported that it had dropped about 10 feet short, but the concussion rocked the ship and seemed to do internal damage because it stopped and lay still in the water. Both the other crew and our own made another strafing run and the ship was left in a sinking condition. We had only flown for a few minutes more when we spotted our next target. It was another freighter of the foxtail charley class. Mr. Marr, who was in command of the other crew, wanted to make the first run on it, so Lieutenant Hart, who was PPC of our crew told him to go ahead and we would take pictures. He brought his plane in from the stern on his bombing run and to our surprise the Jap ship kept on a straight and steady course. Again the bow gunner strafed the decks as they came in. When they got on target, they dropped all their bombs and got a direct hit with a 500 pounder just aft of the superstructure. Smoke, flame and debris shot two or three hundred feet in the air. It looked like the ship would sink instantly, but it kept on steaming ahead at full speed. Since the crew had dropped all their bombs, it was up to us to join in and finish the job. We came around into position and started in. When we closed the gap to 3000 feet, steam began shooting out of the ship from all sides. Just as we got to 2000 feet it exploded violently from stem to stern. As we closed the remaining distance it sunk out of sight and as we passed over the spot there was nothing left but a muddy swirl and about 50 survivors clinging to debris floating around. As we pulled away from this scene, I spotted another ship about 20 miles away and over by the island of Kyushu. Since we still had all our bombs but one, we went after it. By the time we reached our attacking position we had gained about 1500 feet altitude. As we started in on the other freighter it began evasive action by twisting and turning in the water and giving us her broadside for a target. We broke off the run and started trying to catch up with her stern so as to have a better target. Finally we succeeded in making a run from about 30 degrees off her stern. As we closed in on her I looked for gun positions but saw none, so I opened fire on her cabin and superstructure and anything else that looked good as a target. We dropped our bombs and again our tail gunner made his reports. One 500 pounder dropped right down by the ship’s hull and brought it to a standstill. As we came around to try for another run I got another look at it. She lay dead in the water and listed badly and looked like she was sinking fast. At this moment, our deck gunner reported that we had a bad oil leak in our port engine. Then the engine began to pop and miss and it soon caught on fire. It was then discovered that it had been hit pretty bad and it looked like we would have to go on single engine operation. The fire soon went out, but the engine got worse and the pilot ordered all remaining bombs jettisoned and all remaining ammunition except 200 rounds for each turret thrown overboard. I had already fired all my ammo except a few rounds in the starboard gun, so I called the first ordinance man to bring some more and he brought enough to make me about 200 rounds. By this time the port engine was only putting out very little power, but we seemed to be holding our altitude pretty well. From the ships that we sunk we took a course toward our tender. We had only flown about 15 minutes when we were attacked by about ten Jap fighters. The other plane was between them and us so they all made their first attack on the other plane. Their first run was successful and hit the other PBM’s starboard engine, setting it on fire and also putting the plane out of control. At the same time the gunners on the other plane sent one Jap fighter down in flames, but the PBM followed it down and exploded when it hit the water. It is presumed that the entire crew was killed instantly. By this time we had got down to about 20 feet above the water for more protection against the fighters. The rest of the Japs all came after us and soon overhauled us. On the first attack five came in from the bow at once. They had 20mm’s in their wings so they could open fire before we could on them. After the first five made their run I looked out to the port side and saw one plane heading back for land with its engine on fire and leaving a long trail of smoke. But his final outcome I will never know. By this time others were attacking us in singles and pairs and it wasn’t long until they had hit our port engine again, and it burst into flames. Since we were so short on ammunition we could only fire real short bursts. We were getting a few of them, but they were also hitting us. After several minutes of this our engine was leaving a black trail of smoke several miles long and the fighters soon let up, thinking we were going to crash or explode in the air. We flew another ten or fifteen minutes like this with the fighters trailing at a distance, but when we kept flying, they soon overtook us and started in on us again. I saw one burst into flame but another shot out our port rudder. At this time, we knew we were going to crash. We were all out of ammo and could only point empty guns at the oncoming planes. In the next few minutes more earnest prayers were never spoken by any 13 men because we all figured it was the end. The two pilots did everything that they could to keep the plane up, but we gradually got closer to the water until finally we hit with a great crash but bounced into the air again. On the first crash our port engine sheared off from its mountings and dropped into the ocean and all the fire was snuffed out. We also lost our port wing float. Our second crash followed shortly. As we came down I put my hands over my face for protection, still not having much hope. Again on the second crash we hit just right and bounced into the air again. By this time the plane was nothing but a flying piece of junk. We hit the third time and again bounced into the air, but we were going so slow now that we came down in a hurry for the fourth and final time.

Just to shorten the story, I will tell you that no one was wounded or seriously injured however due to 30 foot waves and high winds three men never made it to the rafts. The remaining ten men spent twelve very hard hours in two four man rafts. They were located by two PBM’s from VPB 18 and rescued by the submarine USS Ray. The confusion about three planes may have come from the fact that Harts crew was on their first mission and therefore had three extra men including pilot Lieutenant Dixon as advisors and to check them out.

Home port assignments

The squadron was assigned to these home ports, effective on the dates shown:[1]

See also

References

This article incorporates text from the public domain Dictionary of American Naval Aviation Squadrons.

  1. 1 2 3 Roberts, Michael D. (2000). Dictionary of American Naval Aviation Squadrons, Volume 2, Chapter 4, Section 2: Patrol Bombing Squadron Histories for VPB-17 to VPB-29 (PDF). Washington, D.C.: Naval Historical Center, Department of the Navy. pp. 421–424. Retrieved 2014-02-26.
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