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March 9, 2017
Best Shot With a 1911. Ever.
killing two and lightly wounding Baggett, who played dead in his harness, hoping the Japanese would leave him alone. Though playing dead, Baggett still drew his .45 and hid it alongside his leg…just in case. A Zero approached within a few feet of Baggett at near stall speeds. The pilot opened the canopy for a better look at his victim. Baggett raised his pistol and fired four shots into the cockpit. The Zero spun out of sight.Never Yet Melted ｻ
Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 9, 2017 7:34 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
It was against the GC to shoot combatants in their parachutes, but I find it unusually satisfying to the the reverse. Proof that point and shoot is often effective vs aimed fire, with a handgun.
Posted by: Casey Klahn at March 9, 2017 8:17 AM
Our mission was accomplished and the squadron was returning to the carrier USS Forrestal when the Japanese Zero fighter plane blew the left wing off of my TR6 light bomber.
Instantly the airplane rotated violently to the right.
My head slammed against the left side of the cockpit, stunning me slightly.
I recovered, scanned the gauges and knew the end was here.
The plane was spiraling down in a hard clockwise manner, no time to think.
I struggled against the awesome G force and reached under the seat to pull the red handle.
There was a loud explosion and a rush of wind, the cockpit canopy was instantly gone.
In a second I was 200 feet above the doomed plane, looking down at it as my chute deployed.
The TR6 contined to spiral down to the Pacific surface like a broken ballet dancer.
It crashed, paused for a moment on the surface, then dove to the bottom with my wifes picture taped to the dashboard.
I was only 1200 feet about the water so the ride down was brief.
I hit the ocean hard and my left leg snapped in the impact.
The pain was excruciating, my whole left side was throbbing and the water was freezing cold.
It was 8:42 AM, November 7th, 1942.
I gathered my wits about me and surveyed the sky.
The Zeros and my fellow Tr6s were visible but distant.
Reaching behind me for the strap that deployed the life raft my hand became entangled in the webbing, I struggled to free it.
At that moment I spotted the Zero coming towards me.
It was about a mile away and coming in at 50 feet above the water line.
I snatched my hand free.
The Zero was closer.
Suddenly water started spraying up from the surface three hundred feet away, the Zero had a bead on me.
His six fifty caliber machine guns were strafing the surface, walking a slow-motion death toward me.
The watery stalagmites walked ever closer.
As the May West kept my head above the cold Pacific waves I pulled the government issue Smith and Wesson .38 revolver from my hip and took aim at the Zero.
I only had one chance at this, so I took a deep breath and steeled my nerves.
I closed my gloved finger over the trigger, my eye on the Zero cockpit, and squeezed.
There was a loud report and a violent recoil.
The 175 grain missle sped towards its target.
The cockpit glass on the Zero spiderwebbed and the pilots head snapped backwards as the lead projectile hit him one half inch above his right eye.
The dash was sprayed red as the bullet continued through the back of the seat and into the fuel tank beyond.
Triple rows of fifty caliber spray flanked me as I watched the plane fly overhead, almost close enough to touch.
As the bullet hit the fuel tank there was a slow shudder to the plane as 200 gallons of aircraft fuel met 175 grains of white hot lead.
In slow motion the Zero heaved, then exploded into a million tiny pieces, scattering over the surface of the icy Pacific Ocean.
I wondered if the Zero pilot had his wifes picture on the dashboard.
Posted by: ghostsniper at March 9, 2017 10:20 AM
Well, there's proof the .38 is a man killer.
Posted by: Casey Klahn at March 9, 2017 6:52 PM
175 grainer in a .38 and a violent recoil? I don't think so but the story itself was great.
Posted by: Jack at March 11, 2017 9:01 AM