Part II
Chapter Seven, Part One: Tora! Tora! Tora!
February 14, 1939 -
Lieutenant Hamasaki Keitaro had trained for months to become an aviator in the Imperial Navy. After completing his extended combat training, he'd been certified as a fighter pilot. Assignment to the carrier IJN
Akagi had meant further sweat and toil to become combat ready. Now it was time to see if that training had been enough. Still dark outside, Hamasaki did a last check of his flight suit and equipment, and then hurried over to his Mitsubishi fighter.
A6M2 fighters prepare to take off from the deck of the IJN Jingo Kogo for the attack on Taranto Harbor.
Soon, the signal was given and the fighters' engines roared to life. The first fighter taxied into position and then raced down the
Akagi's deck. It fell out of view for a moment, during which Hamasaki's gut wrenched just a little. What if the plane crashed into the water instead of ascending? But the A6M2 fighter appeared seconds later, climbing up into the sky. Following him, another fighter, followed by still another made their takeoffs. Hamasaki soon joined them, and as he gained altitude he could see the vast air armada that was forming.
A bomber takes off from the IJN Soryu to attack Taranto.
First fighters, then Aichi dive and Nakajima torpedo bombers from five carriers took to the sky. Alongside the
Akagi, the carriers
Soryu,
Karyu,
Jingo Kogo and
Hiryu had joined Kido Butai for the attack. Such an aerial force astounded Hamasaki, who had to refocus on the task at hand. The Italians had an airfield near Taranto, at which it was believed several fighter groups were based. While the Mitsubishi A6M2 was believed to be superior to the main Italian fighter, the IJN pilots had to keep their eyes open. It'd be their job to keep the Italians off of the bombers.
Nakajima B5N torpedo bombers in formation.
Dawn broke just as the aerial force could make out Taranto harbor in the distance. No Italian fighters raced up to meet them, which relieved Keitaro. An interception force would sow chaos amongst the Japanese aircraft he was supposed to protect. Instead, the IJN aircraft were alone in the calm mediterranean morning. The storm that had protected Kido Butai from detection had subsided somewhat, and the rising sun broke through the clouds. That sunburst was noticed by Keitaro's wingman, who waved to get his attention, then gestured to the display.
"It looks like our flag," Keitaro commented, then grinned. He took the sunburst as a good omen.
In a few minutes, the Italian harbor was in sight, and there was still no Italian resistance. Maybe they hadn't woken up yet. They would soon, Keitaro thought, as the bombers began their attack run. Keitaro flew his fighter in a circling formation above, watching both the attack unfolding and for enemy fighters.
A pilot's-eye view of Taranto harbor.
Moments later, the first explosions appeared, eminating from a smaller Italian ship. Almost immediately as that first ship was hit, the Italian anti-aircraft fire began. Streaks of yellow-orange fire shot up from enemy enplacements around the harbor, trying to stab the attacking Japanese. No enemy fighters yet, and another ship went up with a large explosion.
Aichi bombers strike the Italian fleet at Taranto.
"Let's put some holes in those Italian gunners," came the voice of Keitaro's squadron commander, and the fighter wing obeyed without hesitation.
Keitaro dove on one of the positions, gently pulling the trigger for his machine guns. He got close enough to see when one spurt of fire from his guns tore into an Italian AA gun crewman. A fierce smile came across Keitaro's face as he climbed rapidly for another pass at the gun. As he did so, the largest Italian ship present blew apart in a huge orange fireball. From what he could see, the attack was devastating to the Italian fleet's present ships; they were getting ripped apart, and there was nothing the Regia Marina could do about it. How many men were going down with that battleship?
No matter, as his wingman announced, "We've got company! Fighters from the north!"
Keitaro looked to the north and spotted four Italian fighters. They didn't look so much like an interception force than a routine patrol. Keitaro didn't care. This was the first engagement between Japanese and Italian fighters, and he was going to be part of it! What better to write home about to his family (and more importantly, his girlfriend!) than taking down an Italian?
The fighter wing broke off its strafing run to engage the Italian fighters, Keitaro and his wingman selecting the Italian on the far right. They maneuvered into position just above the fighter. What kind of plane was that? After wracking his brain for the answer, it came to him. The long study sessions on known Italian aircraft had focused especially on enemy fighters. This appeared to be a Macchi MC.200, or Saetta, fighter. Whatever its designation, though, it would be in flames soon.
The Macchi MC 200 'Saetta' fighter, four of which were on patrol during the attack on Taranto.
Keitaro dove on the fighter, lining up his fire with the Saetta. He tapped the firing button again, and a burst of machine gun fire ripped through the enemy fighter's canopy. As Keitaro peeled off to climb for another pass, he saw that he must have hit the pilot; the Saetta tumbled out of control and toward the ground below. Another Saetta had evaded Japanese fighters to his left, and was trying to get away. Keitaro's wingman dove on the fighter, fired, but didn't seem to hit.
Grinning savagely again, Keitaro dove on this Italian as well. Just as the Italian was straightening out to make a run, back to his airfield most likely, Keitaro was on his tail. A burst from his machine gun ripped into the fighter's wing, and Keitaro climbed for another dive. His wingman motioned for him to take the next attack, and Keitaro dove his Mitsubishi once more. This time, his burst seemed to hit something vital. Flame burst from the Saetta, and the fighter tumbled towards the ground at an alarming rate.
"All right, boys, that's all the fighters," came the commander's authoritative vioce, "The bombers have finished their attack, let's head home."
The A6M2s turned and headed out to sea, flying over a scene of carnage below. Many ships were burning, as were buildings nearby the military port. Keitaro was transfixed by the burning wreckage, giving off a warm glow and huge plumes of black smoke. And he'd downed not one, but two Italian fighters! Yes, that would be something to write home to Hanako about.
Regia Marina ships burn in the aftermath of the Japanese attack.
As his fighter headed back to the Akagi, he recalled it was some sort of romantic holiday in the west. St. Valentine's Day, he thought he remembered from an article about American culture he'd read. If so, then there was something to joke about in the letter, too. For now, though, he had to concentrate on landing on his carrier.
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The Japanese attack on Taranto harbor was a punishing blow to Italian naval strength and morale. Every ship in port was damaged, some sunk outright. Amongst the sunk ships were the cruisers RM
Taranto, RM
Luigi Cardona, RM
Duca d'Aosta, and battleship RM
Caio Duilio. Mussolini was outraged that the Japanese, of all people, had succesfully struck with the surprise attack, and called the Empress a traitrous witch.
Simultaneously, Japanese forces landed in Somalia, beginning the Japanese efforts to liberate east Africa. Japanese, Korean, and Free Ethiopian forces would be transported to Somalia over the next two weeks, and soon the offensive would begin. Meanwhile, a tragic event in the western Mediterrenean would end any pretense of American neutrality...