A Visit With The Most Humble Of
Doolittle Raider Lt. Col. Dick Cole
Tom Griffith, Aero-News,
It's been quite awhile since we heard from contributor Tom Griffith, ANN's
freelance warbird enthusiast and aficionado. We were happy to learn that
after a self-imposed hiatus that saw the birth of two more grandkids for
him and his wife, Louise -- Judson James Smith, born in March 2006, and
followed two weeks later by Olivia Sarah Foley -- Tom has returned to
warbird photography with a vengeance.
Armed with his new Olympus SLR, Tom
recently made the trip down to the gulf coast, to the Lone Star Flight
Museum in Galveston, TX... and returned "with maybe 600 photos." A few of
the best are presented here... along with one heck of a story. Enjoy.
Anyone who knows how to "Google" anything
knows that you can hook up to the Internet, type any number of words into
your favorite search engine and find out facts about the famous Doolittle
Raid over Tokyo in April, 1942. You can see photos of the aircraft, the
aircraft carrier USS Hornet, Jimmy Doolittle, his crews, their mission and
all that. You can read accounts of "what it was like to be there."
Your Google search will result in a lot of
historical and technical data: that Dick Cole was an Army Air Corps 2nd
Lt. when he volunteered with a number of other airmen for a top-secret air
raid; where they trained; who the other Doolittle Raider airmen were;
where and how their B-25s were specially modified for the mission, and so
forth. You can discover how hard it is to take off from a relatively small
aircraft carrier in a fully-loaded land-based twin-engine bomber, fly at
wave-top height for 650 miles to bomb Tokyo, Kobe, Yokohama or other
Japanese cities, what the outcome of the mission was, how all of the
planes were lost, how many crewmen there were who didn't survive that
first day after crash landing or parachuting, etc.
You may even be surprised to find out that
Jimmy Doolittle, who later received the Medal of Honor for leading this
raid, expected to return to the United States to face a Court Martial
because all of the planes and some of the men were lost -- all for a
mission with only limited damage to Japan. You get the idea.
I had the singular opportunity to meet and
talk with Lt. Col. Dick Cole, USAF Ret., on April 28 and 29, just a couple
of weeks after the 65th anniversary of the famous mission over Tokyo. For
a 91-year-old man, Col. Cole still stands up proud and has a seemingly "aw
shucks" attitude about his role in the historic mission. To think that I
not only would be able to attend the Lone Star Flight Museum's airshow in
Galveston, TX, shoot hundreds of photos of my warbirds, catch a little sun
with my wife, have an airshow corn dog, and all that good stuff, but also,
meet the guy who flew right-seat in Jimmy Doolittle's B-25 on the Tokyo
raid -- that was almost too much. I planned to ask him all sorts of nuts
and bolts questions about his B-25, how it felt in his seat just to the
right of the leader of the attack, his fears on that mission, what it was
like to go on a near-suicide mission, etc and then it hit me that all of
this is already "out there" in books and on the Web.
Our conversations, maybe 15 or 20 minutes
total over two days, gave me an insight into this representative of the
Greatest Generation (by the way, HE, thinks that the US service personnel
fighting the current War on Terror are their own Greatest Generation) and
what life is now like for someone who is one of only fourteen surviving
members of the original 80 men who flew on the mission.
We talked about what he did after WWII and
how, after being recalled into the Air Force when the Korean Conflict
brought the US into yet another foreign war, he decided to stay in the Air
Force and make a career out of it. I did, however, ask a few questions
about the types of aircraft in which he accumulated several thousand
hours. After all, as a life-long aviation nut and sometimes-pilot myself,
I had to ask a few of these questions that were already answered
"Everything except fighters," was Col.
Cole's reply. He retired in 1967 and now is a resident of Comfort, TX, a
little town not that far from San Antonio. He lives a very simple life and
doesn't even have his own access to the Internet or his own e-mail address
(or, maybe he DOES and just wants to stay the private citizen that he is)
-- he says he's now a "country boy."
The second day that I visited with him, I
asked where he had been staying in Galveston. He told me that he spent the
night in the Moody Gardens Hotel, which is right next to Scholes Field,
the home of the Lone Star Flight Museum and its airshow -- he indicated
that it was a "pretty nice hotel."
Everything about Col. Cole is this way -- he
apparently has NEVER seen why so many people have made heroes out of him
and his fellow Doolittle Raiders, even to the point of knowing that with
the death of one more of them earlier this year, there were now only he
and 13 others remaining.
There is a tradition that the Doolittle
Raiders have had since 1979 -- they have a bottle of Cognac of 1896
vintage (the year of Doolittle's birth) and 80 goblets, one for each of
the Raiders. When one dies, his goblet is turned over ceremoniously by
either one of the survivors or representative from the USAF.
When they are down to only two survivors,
they will open the bottle and drink a toast to their comrades. As an
aside, I learned from the Internet -- because Col. Cole is not the type of
man to mention it -- that Col. Cole, himself, made the wooden case in
which the goblets are stored at Wright-Patterson Air Force base.
Father Time cannot be cheated -- with the
youngest of the survivors approaching 90 and the oldest approaching 100
years of age, time will only tell who the final two are.
My bet is that Col. Dick Cole will be one of
them because his "retirement" includes taking care of himself, his home
and his garden. I read in a DefenseLink news article that Col. Cole
himself expects to be one the last two.
Back to the visits with Col. Cole... We
talked about the B-25 that the LSFM has had for many years. It had been
restored as a USN PBJ in its blue and white paint scheme and has always
been my favorite Mitchell, and, it's the ONLY B-25 that
I've ever flown in. Just days
before, the Museum had received the Mitchell back from the paint shop
where it had been re-done as a USAAF B-25 in the color and insignias that
the B-25s of 1942.
It now has a basically olive-drab dark green
color scheme, has Stars with the "meatball" in the center, "US ARMY" on
the underside of the wing, and some of the "newer" hardware removed (the
side "packet" .50 Cal Browning Machine Guns were gone, making it look more
like an early model B-25 - Doolittle's bombers were B-25-Bs and the LSFM's
bomber is a B-25-J with post-WWII modifications to the air intake and
exhaust systems, to name a couple of obvious changes that are apparent to
the warbird nut).
I am not knocking this rendition of a Tokyo
Raider, but all that is needed to make it REALLY look like the B-25-Bs
that Doolittle's men flew would be a rear top turret and a single .30 Cal
BMG in the nose. As it were, this is what I call the "newest B-25
Mitchell." While we were sad to see our blue and white "Special Delivery"
(shown above) redone as the tribute to the Doolittle Raiders (although
still named "Special Delivery," but with no glamorous gal nose art!),
seeing this beauty (below) takes a way some of the pain of our loss.
Col. Cole had posed beside her, and inside
her, but told me that he hadn't had a ride in her yet. He has flown in
other B-25s since the War, though. A B-52 Stratofortress had flown over
Scholes during the airshow and Col. Cole told me that he didn't get to see
it, because he was inside the Museum's big hangar when it flew overhead.
He said that he DID get to see the USAF B-2 Spirit "Stealth Bomber" when
it flew over during the airshow, and how it looked like a "T-square with
saw-teeth." I told him that my own dad, a 20th Air Force radioman who'd
died over 15 year ago, would have liked to see how far things have come
since WWII when they made their individual sacrifices along with millions
of other servicemen (and more than a few women) to win WWII.
But as usual, I digress.
During one of our later conversations, I
told Col. Cole that one of my all-time favorite movies was "Thirty Seconds
Over Tokyo" and asked how accurate it was compared to the "real thing."
His only comments were that it was an OK movie, and that he really was
pleased that Spencer Tracy was chosen to play the part of Jimmy Doolittle.
I'd learned enough about Dick Cole, the man, to know that he didn't want
me to do anything stupid like ask who it was who played HIM in the movie,
or if his character, not being one of the major characters in this movie
adapted from Ted Lawson's book of the same name, was even developed in the
movie. He'd have just told me that they ALL were just a bunch of Army
fliers and they were given a job for which they'd been trained and that
they did it to the best of their ability.
I asked him about his children -- he is the
father of five. I asked if any of them served in the military and he
replied to the affirmative: one son entered the USAF and among other
aircraft, flew the F-15 Eagle. He retired from the USAF, just like his
dad. Col. Cole told me about a grandson who had recently graduated from
the Air Force Academy and who was currently "in training" with the USAF. I
didn't ask Col. Cole about his wife, having read somewhere that she had
died a few years ago - I now wonder if I shouldn't have asked about how
their life had been, what with him being a USAF pilot and raising the five
children. I sound like I'm repeating myself but meeting and visiting with
a REAL, flesh-and-blood, member of Doolittle's Raiders, Doolittle's own
co-pilot, none-the-less, still floored me.
Back to today's War on Terror. Col.
Cole likened it to a "modern Crusade," and shook his head. He said that 65
years ago everyone knew "who the enemy was" and "what country they were
from" and that they were in uniforms. Today, you can't tell your friends
from your enemies. Leave it to 91 years of clear thinking to come to this
In closing, I must relate a story that is
totally unrelated to Col. Cole being Doolittle's co-pilot.
Just before I visited with Col. Cole one
last time, I was photographing people coming up, meeting him, shaking his
hand, getting his autograph, etc. The air in Galveston was in the 70's or
80's and while the big LSFM main hangar was cooler than it was in the sun,
it was still warm and humid. Someone had brought Col. Cole a bottle of
water and he had set it down on the table next to him, lid off, to shake
hands with a visitor. He accidentally knocked the bottle off the table and
spilled much of it onto the floor. Someone brought a roll of paper towels
that didn't do a very good job of soaking up the water.
Without so much as a word, Col. Cole walked
out from behind the arranged tables, over to the doorway into the LSFM's
machine shop/tool room. A minute later, he emerged, carrying a mop. He
began to mop up the water that the paper towels had left behind and then,
with his mission accomplished, he returned the mop to the shop and came
back to the tables.
I immediately saw what can only be described
as a metaphor for this man and his generation: they saw a job that had to
be done, then they got the tools needed to do the job, they did it, and
then they returned to what they were doing when the problem presented