The Story Behind One of History’s Most Spectacular Mid-Air Rescues

  

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By:  freefaller  •  one week ago  •  11 comments

The Story Behind One of History’s Most Spectacular Mid-Air Rescues

It began like any other May morning in California. The sky was blue, the sun hot. A slight breeze riffled the glistening waters of San Diego Bay. At the naval airbase on North Island, all was calm.

At 9:45 a.m., Walter Osipoff, a sandy-haired 23-year-old Marine second lieutenant from Akron, Ohio, boarded a DC-2 transport plane for a routine parachute jump. Lieutenant Bill Lowrey, a 34-year-old Navy test pilot from New Orleans, was already putting his observation plane through its paces. And John McCants, a husky 41-year-old aviation chief machinist’s mate from Jordan, Montana, was checking out the aircraft that he was scheduled to fly later. Before the sun was high in the noonday sky, these three men would be linked forever in one of history’s most spectacular mid-air rescues.

Osipoff was a seasoned parachutist and a former collegiate wrestling and gymnastics star. He had joined the National Guard and then the Marines in 1938. He had already made more than 20 jumps by May 15, 1941.

That morning, his DC-2 took off and headed for Kearny Mesa, where Osipoff would supervise practice jumps by 12 of his men. Three separate canvas cylinders, containing ammunition and rifles, were also to be parachuted overboard as part of the exercise.

Nine of the men had already jumped when Osipoff, standing a few centimetres from the plane’s door, started to toss out the last cargo container. Somehow, his backpack parachute’s automatic-release cord became looped over the cylinder, and his chute was suddenly ripped open. He tried to grab the quickly billowing silk, but the next thing he knew, he had been jerked from the plane—sucked out with such force that the impact of his body ripped a 76-centimetre gash in the DC-2’s aluminum fuselage.

Instead of flowing free, Osipoff’s open parachute now wrapped itself around the plane’s tail wheel. The chute’s chest strap and one leg strap had broken; only the second leg strap was still holding—and it had slipped down to Osipoff’s ankle. One by one, 24 of the 28 lines between his precariously attached harness and the parachute snapped. He was now hanging some 3.5 metres below and 4.5 metres behind the tail of the plane. Four parachute shroud lines that had twisted themselves around his left leg were all that kept him from being pitched to the earth.

Dangling upside down, Osipoff had enough presence of mind to not try to release his emergency parachute. With the plane pulling him one way and the emergency chute pulling him another, he realized that he would be torn in half. Conscious all the while, he knew that he was hanging by one leg, spinning and bouncing—and he was aware that his ribs hurt. He did not know then that two ribs and three vertebrae had been fractured.

Inside the plane, the crew struggled to pull Osipoff to safety, but they could not reach him. The aircraft was starting to run low on fuel, but an emergency landing with Osipoff dragging behind would certainly smash him to death. And pilot Harold Johnson had no radio contact with the ground.

To attract attention below, Johnson eased the transport down to 90 metres and started circling North Island. A few people at the base noticed the plane coming by every few minutes, but they assumed that it was towing some sort of target. Meanwhile, Bill Lowrey had landed his plane and was walking toward his office when he glanced upward. He and John McCants, who was working nearby, saw the figure dangling from the plane at the same time.

As the DC-2 circled once again, Lowrey yelled to McCants, “There’s a man hanging on that line. Do you suppose we can get him?” McCants answered grimly, “We can try.”

Lowrey shouted to his mechanics to get his plane ready for takeoff. It was an SOC-1, a two-seat, open-cockpit observation plane, less than eight metres long. Recalled Lowrey afterward, “I didn’t even know how much fuel it had.” Turning to McCants, he said, “Let’s go!”

McCants and Lowrey had never flown together before, but the two men seemed to take it for granted that they were going to attempt the impossible. “There was only one decision to be made,” Lowrey said later, “and that was to go get him. How, we didn’t know. We had no time to plan.”

Nor was there time to get through to their commanding officer and request permission for the flight. Lowrey simply told the tower, “Give me a green light. I’m taking off.” At the last moment, a Marine ran out to the plane with a hunting knife—for cutting Osipoff loose—and dumped it in McCants’s lap.

As the SOC-1 roared aloft, all activity around San Diego seemed to stop. Civilians crowded rooftops, children stopped playing at recess, and the men of North Island strained their eyes upward. With murmured prayers and pounding hearts, the watchers agonized through the mission’s every move.

Within minutes, Lowrey and McCants were under the transport, flying 90 metres off the ground. They made five approaches, but the air proved too bumpy to try for a rescue.

Since radio communication between the two planes was impossible, Lowrey hand-signalled Johnson to head out over the Pacific, where the air would be smoother, and they climbed to 1,000 metres. Johnson held his plane on a straight course and reduced speed to that of the smaller plane—160 kilometres an hour.

Lowrey flew back and away from Osipoff, but level with him. McCants, who was in the open seat behind Lowrey, saw that Osipoff was hanging by one foot and that blood was dripping from his helmet. Lowrey edged the plane closer with such precision that his manoeuvres jibed with the swings of Osipoff’s body. His timing had to be exact so that Osipoff did not smash into the SOC-1’s propeller.

Finally, Lowrey slipped his upper left wing under Osipoff’s shroud lines, and McCants, standing upright in the rear cockpit—with the plane still going 160 kilometres an hour, a kilometre above the sea—lunged for Osipoff. He grabbed him at the waist, and Osipoff flung his arms around McCants’s shoulders in a death grip.

McCants pulled Osipoff into the plane, but since it was only a two-seater, the next problem was where to put him. As Lowrey eased the SOC-1 forward to get some slack in the chute lines, McCants managed to stretch Osipoff’s body across the top of the fuselage, with Osipoff’s head in his lap.

Because McCants was using both hands to hold Osipoff, there was no way for him to cut the cords that still attached Osipoff to the DC-2. Lowrey then nosed his plane closer and closer to the transport and, with incredible precision, used the propeller to cut the shroud lines. After hanging for 33 minutes between life and death, Osipoff was finally free.

Lowrey had flown so close to the transport plane that he’d nicked a gash in its tail 30 centimetres long. The parachute, abruptly detached along with the shroud lines, immediately fell downward and wrapped itself around Lowrey’s rudder. This meant that Lowrey had to fly the SOC-1 without being able to control it properly and with most of Osipoff’s injured body still dangling outside.

Five minutes later, Lowrey somehow managed to touch down at North Island, and the little plane rolled to a stop. Osipoff finally lost consciousness—but not before he heard sailors applauding the landing.

Later on, after lunch, Lowrey and McCants went back to their usual duties. Three weeks later, both men were flown to Washington, D.C., where Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox awarded them the Distinguished Flying Cross for executing “one of the most brilliant and daring rescues in naval history.”

Osipoff spent the next six months in the hospital. The following January, completely recovered and newly promoted to first lieutenant, he went back to parachute jumping. The morning he was to make his first jump after the accident, he was cool and laconic, as usual. His friends, though, were nervous. One after another, they went up to reassure him. Each volunteered to jump first so he could follow.

Osipoff grinned and shook his head. “The hell with that!” he said as he fastened his parachute. “I know damn well I’m going to make it.” And he did.


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Freefaller
1  author  Freefaller    one week ago

It's a bit long but an amazing story

 
 
 
Buzz of the Orient
1.1  Buzz of the Orient  replied to  Freefaller @1    one week ago

A great read - genuinely heroic.

 
 
 
Kavika
2  Kavika     one week ago

Wow, what an amazing story. 

Being an old-time trooper for me it was a T 10 and a C-47.

 
 
 
Ed-NavDoc
3  Ed-NavDoc    one week ago

Now that's one heck of a story! Thanks for sharing it.

 
 
 
Freefaller
3.1  author  Freefaller  replied to  Ed-NavDoc @3    one week ago

You're welcome Ed

 
 
 
Perrie Halpern R.A.
4  Perrie Halpern R.A.    one week ago

Amazing story. Never heard about it before. Thanks for sharing!

 
 
 
Freefaller
4.1  author  Freefaller  replied to  Perrie Halpern R.A. @4    one week ago
Never heard about it before

Me either, just luckily stumbled across it.

 
 
 
JohnRussell
5  JohnRussell    one week ago

good story of heroism and ingenuity jrSmiley_13_smiley_image.gif

 
 
 
sandy-2021492
6  sandy-2021492    one week ago

Quick thinking and great teamwork all around.  

 
 
 
Ed-NavDoc
7  Ed-NavDoc    one week ago

Funny thing is that in another time and place, that pilot would have been written up for not asking permission to take off. 2/Lt Phillip Rasmussen who was one of the few American pilots to get airborne at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, took off in a Curtis P-36 Hawk fighter wearing only his pajamas, was reprimanded by a senior officer for being out of uniform and taking off without permission. Charges were later quietly dropped and Rasmussen was later subsequently decorated.

 
 
 
Freefaller
7.1  author  Freefaller  replied to  Ed-NavDoc @7    one week ago
Funny thing is that in another time and place, that pilot would have been written up for not asking permission to take off.

Lol possibly but I would hope that like 2Lt Rasmussen saner minds would have eventually prevailed.

 
 
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