Ralph Knight DeLoach

Notes:

Last Mission of The Black Jack
by Bret Gilliam • January 18, 2010

Just after midnight on July 11, 1943 a U. S. Air Force bomber rumbled on to the flight line for takeoff from the Allied controlled field at Port Moresby, New Guinea. Capt. Ralph Deloach carefully eyed his instrument panel as the #2 engine sputtered and coughed before settling into a smooth synchronicity with the other three powerful propellers breaking the torpid tropical night's lassitude.

Deloach eased his throttles a bit and swung into the wind waiting for the aircraft in front off him to clear the runway. The veteran pilot was in command of one of WW II's most famous bombers in the South West Pacific theatre of operations. This was a B-17 four-engine workhorse, dubbed the Flying Fortress, that had made history from Europe to the Pacific as the U. S. primary airborne attack weapon in the war against the German and Japanese forces. Deloach was aboard the infamous Black Jack, a veteran of scores of bombing missions. Tonight's raid had him bound for New Britain Island to attack the heavily fortified Japanese airstrip at Rabaul on its northeast tip. They would also engage an enemy convoy with over 7000 troops aboard bound for Lae. From Port Moresby, the flight would be nearly 500 miles over mountain ranges topping 12,000 feet in height and then traveling blacked-out over open ocean before turning north to his target.

The wreck of the Black Jack neatly landed on the sandy bottom at 175 feet, virtually intact
The wreck of the Black Jack neatly landed on the sandy bottom at 175 feet, virtually intact

He quickly reviewed the course with his co-pilot Lt. Joe Moore who sat in the right seat opposite him. Moore was engaged in a quick run-through of the final checklist and grunted his confirmation of the outbound course to steer after takeoff. They would climb out to the west over the Gulf of Papua to gain altitude before scaling the mountain range that bisected the southeast peninsula that stretched down to Milne Bay and oblivion. The moonless night was clear but he hoped the darkness would cloak their approach from the sea before the Japanese army could detect their presence. A full load of munitions rested in the bomb bays. Their release over Rabaul would light things up pretty well in a few hours.

Deloach's radio crackled in his headset and the clearance was given to takeoff. He firmly pushed the four throttles forward and the plane responded, sluggishly at first, then with increasing speed. Passing 100 knots, he dropped a few degrees of flaps from the wings and raised the nose. Black Jack lifted off into the night sky and disappeared over the water climbing rapidly. Deloach reduced the throttles at altitude and settled in for the flight. Even though he was nine degrees below the equator in the tropical latitudes, above 12,000 feet it was cold and he shivered lightly in his flight jacket. He reached for the cup of coffee he'd carried into the cockpit and sipped it gratefully as the plane leveled off and Moore took over to hold her on the northeast course. Deloach had time to reflect on his aircraft's war record and his predecessor that flew her to glory, the legendary pilot Capt. Ken McCullar.

It was McCullar who had established Black Jack's reputation and flew her into the history books. But McCullar was dead now, killed in a fiery takeoff crash in another plane and Deloach commanded the B-17 this night. At that moment, he had no way of knowing that this flight would be the last mission of Black Jack.

The Beginning
The B-17 Flying Fortress was a big bomber by any conventional measure, weighing in at over 20 tons. Four 1200-horsepower engines hung from her wings that spanned 103 feet in breadth. In fact, the wingspan exceeded the 74-ft. length of the aircraft by a considerable amount. Thirteen machine guns jutted from her turrets and gun ports along with a full complement of bombs. Her crew of ten typically was made up of a pilot, co-pilot, navigator, bombardier, flight engineer, radio operator, two waist gunners, a ball turret gunner, and an extra gunner who roamed within the fuselage as needed. B-17s became famous through the exploits of their heroic crews over Europe in such aircraft as the Memphis Belle, later immortalized in press and movies.

Black Jack was B-17 #41-24521, Model E. She rolled out of Boeing's Seattle factory in July of 1942 and six weeks later was assigned to the 43rd Bomb Group based in northern Australia. The 43rd was part of the 5th Air Force that had been specifically formed to provide aerial support for General Douglas MacArthur's return to the Philippines. This was considered crucial to the defeat of the Japanese Empire's forces in the western Pacific. But in September of 1942 the Japanese were within 30 miles of Port Moresby, the last major Allied position in New Guinea. This was the stepping-stone the Japanese hoped to use to invade Australia, only a short distance to the southwest. The 5th Air Force was engaged in a desperate holding action facing an overwhelming enemy force.

The new bomber was assigned to McCullar and was given a new nickname, Black Jack, derived from the last two digits in her serial number "21". Her name along with an artist's rendering of the Jack of Diamonds and the Ace of Spades was painted on her starboard nose proudly declaring her identity. It was one that the Japanese would get to know all too well over the next nine months.

There was a bond between the aircraft and her skipper that was palpable to her crew and other observers. McCullar enjoyed a reputation as a flamboyant gambler and fearlessly aggressive pilot. He even had a 14th machine gun mount installed in the plane's nose fired by a button on his control wheel so he could use the big bomber to personally duel with Japanese fighters that dared to challenge him. He pioneered a tactic called "skip bombing" where he would roar in at minimum altitude and release his bomb loads about a hundred feet short of the target ships. The bombs literally skipped off the water at high speed and slammed into their prey just at the waterline. It was highly dangerous, requiring split second timing, but devastatingly effective. McCullar's technique was picked up by the rest of the 43rd and sent thousands of tons of enemy ships to a watery grave.

Black Jack and McCullar became an awesome team, simultaneously respected throughout the Allied squadrons and feared by the Japanese. Flying as many as three missions a day, Black Jack and McCullar achieved near mythic status and always came back… sometimes against all odds.

A Legend is Born
In November of 1942 the Japanese decided to mount a troop deployment on the Allies and sent five destroyers laden with attack forces out of Rabaul into the Huon Gulf under cover of night. This would stage an assault on the undermanned Port Moresby less than 75 miles away on the other side of the peninsula. The B-17s were sent to stop them. McCullar led the air group and located the destroyer convoy as they cleared Rabaul and headed west under New Britain Island. His first attack run was made at less than 200 feet skimming in over the ocean as tracer bullets from the ships outlined his approach. His bombs just missed the first destroyer and he decided to go around for a second bombing run. Enemy machine guns had set off ammunition stored in Black Jack's tail section and a fire broke out. Flames leaped out into the interior, but the crew managed to control it as McCullar lined up his second attack approach, this time barely above the wave tops.

McCullar waited until the enemy ship filled his entire view and then dropped his bomb load with a direct hit on the bow section. Rocked by machine gun fire and heavy artillery, Black Jack sustained several hits that wounded three crew members before they veered away barely escaping. The cool McCullar fought for control and swung the aircraft back around for a third attack run. This time the Japanese fleet put up a blistering wall of fire but more of Black Jack's bombs found a target with another ship. A geyser of explosions filled the night sky and the plane's left outboard engine was hit and the controls were shot away.


Though crippled and fighting to keep his B-17 in the air, the unflappable McCullar made a fourth low level attack run scoring more hits on the remaining Japanese warships. With two bombs left, a final fifth pass was made from 4000 feet. That cost him the inboard engine on the right wing that was hit in the fuel system and shut down.

Now down to only two engines, Black Jack began to lose altitude and McCullar faced the long haul back to Port Moresby that would require him to somehow clear the Owen Stanley mountains… over two miles high. It was a grim scenario: only two engines working, a third on fire, the aircraft shot to hell, half the crew wounded, and unable to maintain altitude. A quick glance at the altimeter confirmed the worst… they had slipped below 3000 feet.

McCullar ordered the crew to throw out all remaining ammunition and loose equipment in a desperate attempt to slow their descent. The damaged left engine smoldered and sparked threatening to explode at any moment. Ditching in the ocean seemed the only way out but would mean certain capture by the Japanese and McCullar doubted if his wounded could make it out alive on the crash landing. The command came to rip out seats, tables, emergency gear, even their machine guns, and throw it from the amidships hole in the fuselage.

Slowly Black Jack leveled off and began to climb on her two remaining engines. The left outboard propeller glowed cherry red and finally sheered off spiraling into the sea. It took two and a half hours to wrench their way to 10,000 feet, just enough to make it through a mountain pass and set down safely in Port Moresby. McCullar's gritty persistence brought his crew back safely and his unprecedented five attack runs sank the Japanese destroyer Hayashio.

The Last Mission
Tonight's mission had already started badly when the #2 engine failed to run smoothly during takeoff run-ups. Deloach snapped to attention when the right inboard engine faltered two hours into the flight. He adjusted the fuel mixture and it finally stabilized. Engine troubles and he wasn't even over the target yet? Was that an omen? To add further stress, a violent weather system could be seen approaching as they neared the southeast coast of New Britain.

Now flying in violent winds, driving rain, and flashes of lightning Deloach fought to keep his plane aloft. He finally caught sight of the enemy convoy and lined up his bombing run. The squadron of B-17s roared in from the storm and caught the ships by surprise. The enemy was almost completely annihilated, less than 900 of 7000 Japanese combatants survived.

Victory was fleeting however. As Deloach maneuvered for his return to Port Moresby, the full fury of the storm erupted on Black Jack. Rocked by turbulence and with visibility so reduced that the other planes were obscured, a battle ensued just to remain in the air. First one, then the second engine on the right wing failed. Dodging the dense main storm clouds and pockets of lightning, Deloach was blown off course and finally became hopelessly lost. With fuel low and the plane struggling to maintain altitude, the pilot knew they would never clear the mountain range even if they could establish their position.

Shouting to Moore as a sounding board for options, the two men grimly decided that ditching was their only choice. In the early dawn light they peered below them looking for a potential site to put down in shallow water. Sweeping over a finger of land known as Cape Vogel, Deloach caught a glimpse of a native village perched on a sandy beach next to a shallow lagoon.

"That's it," he thought. "If I can grease her into the lagoon behind the barrier reef, we can get out before she sinks and swim to shore."

He quickly relayed his intentions to the crew and told them to secure for a crash sea landing. With two engines out and fuel down to fumes, Deloach lined up his approach. He knew he'd only get one shot at it and better make it good. Cranking in full flaps, he brought the plane in nose-high and as slow as possible. It touched down briefly inside the lagoon and skipped into the air again to land just outside the barrier reef in deep water. Three crewmembers were injured on impact, but all nine scrambled out of the sinking hulk and fell into the black water as the morning sun rose from the storm-tossed ocean. But fortune smiled on Deloach and his men as the natives saw the plane crash and launched their canoes to rescue them.

All were safely recovered and they spent the night sheltered from roaming enemy troops in Boga Boga village. Their escape was facilitated the next day by an Australian coast watcher named Eric Foster who called for a small seaplane to set down and take out the three wounded men. Later a P.T. boat came in and rescued the remaining crew dropping them off on nearby Goodenough Island. Another small plane landed there and brought them back to Port Moresby, a fitting end for a courageous crew and a legendary B-17.

Deloach was awarded the Silver Star for his flying skills and valor saving his men. He later embarked on another career as the "Marlboro Man" in a series of ad campaigns that celebrated his craggy good looks as a symbol of American rugged individualism.

Science married Marie Emellie Blaschke on 22 Sep 1910 in Bee County, , , Texas. Marie was born about 1884 in Austria, , , . [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

James married Virginia G. Ellis on 20 May 1880 in Lauderdale County, , , Tennessee. Virginia was born in Aug 1860 in , Giles County, Tennessee, . [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

1850 Madison County, Tennessee Census

Household 293
Arthur DeLoach 27NC
Elizabeth 21 NC
Caroline 2 TN


1860 Haywood County, Tennessee Census, District 10
Household 1481-1342.
Deloach, Arthur39 farmerNC
Elizabeth 26 NC
Caroline 12 school TN
Rowena 9 school TN
Absolem 7 school TN
William 1TN
Rainey, James18TN


1870 Lauderdale County, TN Census
Ripley, District 7

Household 23
DeLoach, Arthur47NC
DeLoach, Elizabeth 39NC
DeLoach, Absolom 17TN
DeLoach, William 12TN
DeLoach, John9TN
DeLoach, Addie4TN


1880 Census records
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Census Place:District 7, Lauderdale County, Tennessee
Source:FHL Film 1255266 National Archives Film T9-1266 Page 181B

Elizabeth DeLoach 45NCNCNC
William T. DeLoach22TNNCNC
John DeLoach19TNNCNC
Addie L. DeLoach 14TNNCNC

Page 181B

Benjamin Porter37TNTNTN
Caroline Porter30TNNCNC
Sally E. Porter12TNTNTN
Absalom DeLoach27TNNCTN
Virginia DeLoach 19TNTNTN
Louis Howard18TNTNTN



Census Place:Tombstone, Pima, Arizona
Source:FHL Film 1254036 National Archives Film T9-0036 Page 197D

A. DeLoach58NCNCNC

Also listed as Arthur DeLoach in the Muldoon Mining Camp on Page 163D


Arthur DeLoach, 1822-18 Jan 1882, Biographical Sketch
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Arthur DeLoach was born in North Carolina, probably Northampton
County, in about 1822. He was the son of Turner DeLoach and his
wife Rebecca Ann Davis. Source - 1850 Madison County, Tennessee
Census.

Arthur married Elizabeth Jane Davis on 3 Nov 1846 in Madison County, TN.
Source - Madison County Marriage Records.

Arthur and Elizabeth had the following children:
Caroline Virginia "Callie" DeLoach, 22 Jun 1848-16 Aug 1911
Rowena DeLoach, B. abt 1851
Absolom DeLoach, b. abt 1853
William Turner DeLoach, 10 Apr 1858-24 Oct 1919
John DeLoach, b. 12 Jan 1862
Addie L. DeLoach, b. abt 1866
Sources: 1860 Haywood County, TN Census
1870 Lauderdale County, TN Census
1880 Lauderdale County, TN Census
Lauderdale County, TN Marriage Records
Young School House Cemetery, Bastrop County, Texas

For reasons not yet determined, Arthur DeLoach left his family in Lauderdale
County, TN before 1880 and went to Tombstone, Pima County, Arizona. He was
apparently seeking his fortune, because in 1881, he either bought or filed
claim to three silver mines. One of these he named The Tennessee Mine. He
appears twice in the 1880 Pima County, AZ census, once as a member of the
Muldoon Mining Camp, and once at his residence in Tombstone (he owned a lot
and a cabin on Fremont Street). In the latter listing, he is shown as 58
years old, he, his father and mother born in North Carolina. Arthur died
intestate on 18 Jan 1882 in Tombstone, and was buried in the Boothill
Cemetery. The cause of death is unknown. George Pridham was appointed as the
Administrator of his estate. An inventory of his estate determined that his
lot and cabin were valued at $40, a team of horses, harnesses and an old wagon
were sold for $112, and the three mines were deemed to have no value. The
expenses for his burial in Boothill were $73.36. The expenses for the
administration of his estate were $84.40. There was no mention of a family in
his probate records.


THE BROWNSVILLE DEMOCRAT
BROWNSVILLE, TENNESSEE
VOLUME 10 NO. 19 FRIDAY JULY 27, 1883

WESTERN RANGERS COMPANY "L" 7TH TENN. CAVALRY C. S. A. -
A HISTORY OF THE SECOND COMPANY OF CAVALRY ORGANIZED IN HAYWOOD COUNTY
--This Company was organized at Brownsville in April, 1862 with James Allen
TAYLOR as Captain; Alex DUCKWORTH, 1st. Lieutenant; and about 65 non-
commissioned officers and privates. The Company remained at Brownsville
constantly preparing for active service until about the 12th of May, 1862 when
it was mustered into service by Major MAXWELL, a regular commissioned officer
of the C. S. A. Immediately the company was ordered to report to General
VILLIPIQUE, command at Fort Pillow. Upon reporting to Gen. VILLIPIQUE, the
company received orders to report to Lt. Colonel SCOTT, 12th Louisiana
Regiment of Infantry, with headquarters at Camp Green, where it remained until
the fall of Fort Pillow, when it was ordered to report to Col. Wm. H. JACKSON.
The company remained under his command as a part of a temporary regimental
organization until the 10th day of June, 1862, when it participated in the
permanent regimental organization at Abberville, Miss., and became thence
forward a part of the Seventh Tennessee Cavalry, and was lettered as Company
"L". It continued until the close of the war as a part of this Regiment, and
was surrendered by Gen. FORREST at Gainsville, Ala., in May 1865.

--THE FOLLOWING IS A COMPLETE LIST OF PRIVATES:

--DELOACH, Arthur, died since the war.

Arthur married Elizabeth Jane Davis on 3 Nov 1846 in Madison County, , , Tennessee. Elizabeth was born about 1827 in North Carolina, , , . [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]