I'm not really out of patience with the discussion. But one thing I take exception to is people who persist in questioning the honor and honesty of decorated combat veteran pilots. Now, I'm going to post the story we are talking about below, including the names of all involved. Now, you tell me why there is any reason to believe that Lowell, Galland, Gabreski, or Foss are either lying, or too stupid to have the foggiest idea what they are talking about. Once again, this story was told in front of a hundred witnesses, and was published in a well known and respected book.
"Came across it by accident in a book called Top Guns, by Joe Foss and Matthew
Brennan, that is sitting on my shelf."
This is John Lowell's account of his fight with Galland 38 vs 190D9. Scan at the
end is Lowell getting the DFC
"One of our last P38 missions was a flight to protect bombers on a mission near
Berlin. My squadron was flying top cover. We were attacked from above, out of
the sun by sixteen long nosed FW 190s. I was alerted by a flight leader in our
squadron. I saw a flight of four Focke-Wulfs coming in from too high to
effectively fire on my flight so I quickly slowed the flight as we opened up
laterally for a defensive break and a head on attack that the Germans never
wanted when they were fighting P38s. The lead German flight passed very close
over me with throttles back trying to slow down.
I looked up at the German plane. The pilot was looking down at me as he eased
ahead and close above me into sure death, unless he could take violent evasive
action. He split-Sed and I followed him. He nearly got out of my sight because
the P38 high-speed compressibility problem kept me from staying with him in a
vertical dive. I stayed out of trouble by doing a vertical barrel roll to pull
several Gs and keep my speed under control. Finally he turned to find me, and I
cut across to close with him. Then the fight started.
He was a fantastic, wild, talented pilot who pulled all the tricks I had ever
seen. But finally I got into a tight Lufbery with him and used my clover-leaf
surprise to get a few strikes. None of them harmed the power unit. The
long-nosed 190 had methyl injection that was usable for ten-second spurts. Then
a pilot had to quit using it for a while because the twenty-six percent added
boost to the engine would burn it up if used too long. This pilot used his
methyl injection very advantageously to keep me from shooting him down. When his
methyl was gone, he dived to the deck and dropped into a tar pit that was about
500 feet deep and wide enough to fly a fighter in a tight turn. I got a few more
strikes on him. A portion of his vertical stabilizer and one wingtip flew off.
Unfortunately I was getting low on gas and had to break combat and head for the
North Sea, and England. After two more circles in the pit I pulled up and flew
away to the west. I looked back over my shoulder to see the FW-190 going the
opposite way, waggling his wings as if to say, "I'll see you tomorrow and we'll
go at it again."
A few years ago the American Fighter Aces had their annual reunion at Maxwell
AFB near Montgomery, Alabama. The base commander invited five of the top living
German Aces. The first day I arrived in a large hall where over one hundred
Maxwell and AFA officers were gathered. Ace Gabreski, the highest scoring living
USAF ace, who is a friend and a man that I admire to the hilt, was talking with
the German Aces, along with several other US Aces. One subject was the German
attitude and tactics relating to the P38. Gabby saw me come to the opposite side
of room, waved and hollered for me to come over. He introduced me as the highest
scoring P38 Aces in Europe.
When I shook hands with German General Adolf Galland, I said, "Adolf, did you
ever shoot down a P38?"
He said, "Yah, I shoot down eight."
Then I asked him if any of his pilots told him about a fight in a long nosed
FW190 in late 44 against a P38 that wound up in a huge pit with water and two
crashed P38s on the bottom. I described what had happened and the strikes I got
on the long nosed 190, then told him that when I ran low on gas and had to
leave, the German pilot had waggled his wings as he flew away in the opposite
direction. I was using my hands and looking down as I talked and wasn't watching
Galland. When I looked up, he was pale white.
He said, "You son of a squeak! You dom neer keel me dat day!"
Holy Mackeral! All the pilots that heard our conversation bellowed their
surprise, including me. Adolf wouldn't let me out of his sight for the rest of
the day, asking me how I got the P38 to do what I had explained was my clover
leaf in a tight Lufbery "Fight to the death" tactic. He wanted to know how I
trained our pilots and had many other questions about tactics."
Now, the three men involved here, Gabreski, Galland, and Lowell, are all decorated veteran combat pilots, held in high regard in the world of fighter pilots. What would any of the three have to gain by lying, when the truth had already made them heroes and legends? What reason is there to believe that they were too stupid to know what they were talking about?
I am fortunate to know several World War II pilots, and hold them in the highest regard, in my experience they have more honesty and integrity than 99% of all people I've ever met. Maybe I'm an old fashioned hillbilly redneck, but I have no patience for anyone who questions the honor, intelligence and integrity of those men.