The Doolittle Raiders – the Final Chapter

Picture this.

It is early 1942. Memories of a vicious attack in Pearl Harbor are fresh in your mind. These memories especially trouble you, because you are a young man in the Seventeenth Bombardment Group of the United States Army Air Corps. Now, war has been declared. Training has begun. You suspect you will go to battle soon. You’re restless, and your nerves are jangled.

One day, you are called to a meeting with a high brass officer. He’s a part of a special mission. He says it will be dangerous and some of you will get killed. You will leave the country for a long time too. He can’t tell you where you are going or what you will be doing. All he can say is he needs volunteers.

This is the exact scenario, and the choice, that one hundred and forty men faced in early 1942. When it came, their hands shot up in the air. Little did they know, the mission would be one of the most dangerous and daring of the second world war, and it would come to be known as the Doolittle Raid.


B-25 Flyover – Photo by Daryl R. Burns

The freshly-minted volunteers arrived at Camp Elgin on March 1, 1942. It was a shuttered, mosquito-infested swamp in Florida. They would train with B-25 Mitchell bombers that were completely stripped. Even the guns were gone – black-painted broom sticks were mounted in their stead. There was a questionable runway with narrow, white paint strips and a 500-ft goal post. For those not familiar with bombers, 500 feet is a fraction of the space they typically need to get airborne.

It was an ominous clue to the gravity of their mission, as was the man tapped to command it. Colonel James “Jimmy” Doolittle was already famous among all those youngsters of the early 1940s. They had grown up admiring the likes of him – a very famous air racer with an upstanding military record. By 1942, Doolittle was already a legend. So, it was only fitting that he was chosen to lead a legendary raid. He made no bones about what the boys were in for either:

“This is the toughest training you’ll ever have. It will be the most dangerous thing any of you have ever done. It is inevitable that some of your planes will fall into the hands of the enemy… If you have any doubts, drop out now.”

Not a single volunteer stepped back, and they never would. The next three weeks of their lives were crammed with rigorous training. It mostly involved clumsy attempts to get those lumbering bombers off the ground at 500 feet. There were also a lot of exercises in low-level bombing, night flying, and over-water navigating. The volunteers still had no idea where this would lead. They had a couple guesses, the famed army “scuttlebutt” as the rumor mill was referred to, but nothing was certain except the imminent danger they were in.


On a dark night late in March of 1942, the volunteers for the secret mission, by then dubbed “Special Aviation Project #1”, were rousted out of their beds. “They shook us out of the sack… like a police raid on a crack house,” Raider Lieut. Ellis “Sally” Crouch recalled. Those who had quarters with their wives didn’t even get a goodbye. Then, they all gathered into their planes and took off for California. After a few stops for last-minute checks and modifications, sixteen of the planes were loaded onto one of the Navy’s newest aircraft carrier’s – The USS Hornet. The real meaning of that short runway training began to sink in. It also sank in that not all of the one hundred and forty men would go on the actual mission. The sixteen planes only had room for eighty.

After a few last wild nights on the shores of the continental United States, all of the men, even the ones who wouldn’t go on the raid itself, were loaded onto the USS Hornet. Their famous mission leader, Colonel Jimmy Doolittle, also boarded after a personal good-luck call from the higher ups in Washington. After the ship cleared the famous Golden Gate, an announcement came over the loudspeaker. “The target of this task force is Tokyo.”

At last, the cat was out of the bag, and it jumped out with a bang. The entire ship from bow to stern erupted into cheers, shouts, and applause. “It was like you were at a football game and somebody had just kicked a goal at the last second,” Raider Bob Bourgeois said of it. At last, there would be forward momentum, and it would strike the heart of the war machine that had destroyed Pearl Harbor.

However, with a great mission always comes great risk. The task that lay before these men was more than dangerous. In fact, they had been dubbed “the Suicide boys” by the few people who were in the know. First, they had to escape detection by the Japanese through a turbulent voyage across the vast Pacific Ocean. If they made their take-off point, they would launch heavy bombers off a small aircraft carrier, with only about a half-dozen feet of clearance on either side of them. Factories in Tokyo, which, in a best-case scenario would be a 450-mile flight away, and heavily defended by fast-flying zeroes and ace pilots, were their target. Once they dropped their bombs, the pilots would have to rely primarily on dead reckoning to make it to friendly territory over China. All of this they had to do with no guns, radio silence, and the high probability of expending their fuel. It was a mission so risky that the generals who planned it anticipated losses of up to fifty percent.

“When you are young… you don’t think about it,” said Raider Dick Knobloch. “You know if you are going to have fifty percent losses, you look at the other guy and say, you poor devil, you aren’t going to make it.” Others didn’t trust to luck that much. “As we passed under the Golden Gate Bridge, we wondered if we would ever see it again,” said a Raider Bombardier, George Larkin. The nerves only increased as the task force plunged for the chilling isolation of the Pacific. It didn’t help that the weather was decidedly hostile for most of the voyage, although, it did help conceal them from the enemy…for a time.

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When the Task Force was over 650 miles from Japan, almost 200 miles short of their mark, they were discovered by a stray Japanese Patrol vessel. It was a serious problem, as the task force was in range of land-based enemy bombers. The task force sunk the patrol boat, but not before a warning was fired off to Tokyo. Surprise, their biggest ally, might have just been lost. Even so, the generals commanding made a choice. The mission would be a go – and it would go right now.

It would be one hell of a launch too, since the weather had not let up. “This was zero weather conditions… that means you can’t see across the table… the bow of the ship was going down and picking up water and throwing it over the deck. I have never been in worse weather in my life!” That was the recollection of Bombardier Bob Bourgeois as the alarm came to launch. The weather reports from their target weren’t anymore encouraging. They would face terrible winds for the entire flight, which would tax their already strained fuel supplies.

Doolittle was the first to lift off on that choppy, windy morning. Despite the sheer terror of the sea men that watched his plane pick up speed across his five-hundred-foot runway, he was confident. His co-pilot, Dick Cole, was slightly less so. Only one thought ran through his head as the space between the carrier and the house-sized ocean swells shortened. “It’d be a pretty bad feeling for everybody behind us if we took off and dropped into the water.” It was a problem they avoided by a scant couple of yards. After a heart-stopping take-off, Doolittle and his crew were airborne.

The rest revved up their engines and prepared to follow suit. Some went off flawless, and others hit snares that could have killed them before they started. The first casualty of the raid was actually a Navy sailor who got his arm sliced off in the melee. Despite the perilous swells, the terrible weather, the possible onset of the enemy, and the fresh blood on the take-off strip, all sixteen bombers made it safely off the carrier. From there, it would be a long, tense, and lonely flight across the Pacific.

By the time the flight crews reached Tokyo on April 18, 1942, the clouds had dissipated and made way for sun. Visibility was close to perfect. However, that was the only thing that went smooth. Most of the bomber crews had used dead reckoning to reach Japan. They were hopelessly lost by the time they stumbled over Tokyo. Many of them also got snarled in the Tokyo defenses such as antiaircraft fire and even some hot pursuits. The clear air and visibility were soon lost to smoke and flak. Even so, the bomb bay doors opened, and the “eggs” began their descent.


They came as quite a shock to the people below. Despite a warning from the Japanese vessel at sea, the city was not prepared in the least for the attack. Many thought the haphazard swarm of planes in the sky was a military exercise. They were stunned when the explosions rang out and buildings went up in smoke. Fires raged, and innocent civilians were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. The scattered and chaotic entrance the bombers made actually worked to their favor. Because the attack waves came in such random spurts that ground crews couldn’t mount an adequate defense. They didn’t know where or when to shoot. By the time they finally got organized, the last bomber had ripped through, and buildings smoldered in Japan’s capital.

In terms of physical damage, the Doolittle Raid was a drop in the bucket compared to the utter destruction that was to come. Yet, as a moral victory, it was a staggering blow. The Japanese military thought their homelands were impregnable. They were too far from American shores for any aerial attack. It only took sixteen bombers, flown by eighty brave men, to put a pretty big fissure in that façade. The raid was also a tremendous boost in the arm for the US. Pearl Harbor had been avenged. The Americans had made their first strike.

Unfortunately, the success of the raid would come at a price. As the Raiders turned their planes toward China, the weather took another nasty turn. They were greeted with more clouds, oncoming darkness, and a terrible head wind. The bombers ended up scattered throughout Chinese territory. One crew abandoned course entirely and landed in Soviet Russia. Many crews had to bail out into the pitch blackness over marshes and muddy rice paddies. Some were badly injured, three were killed, others were robbed by bandits, and more wound up lost in isolated pockets for weeks. Still others were taken into compassionate hands who hid them from the Japanese at the risk of their own lives. Eight Raiders landed in occupied China and were taken captive by the Japanese. They would endure months of brutal torture, solitary confinement, and deplorable conditions. Three would be executed.

Even with the tragedy of loss, in both civilian and military lives, the Doolittle Raid was one for the history books. It was an insane risk at a very turbulent time. A failure of that mission would have broken US morale as well as taken the lives of eighty brave pilots. When Doolittle bailed out over China, he had no idea where the rest of his Raiders had ended up. He suspected the mission had failed and he would be court martialed. When he returned to the United states, he was instead lauded a hero, promoted to Brigadier General, and given a Medal of Honor. He and his men forever cemented their names into World War II History – the first strike, the daring mission, the Doolittle Raiders. They also engraved their names onto eighty silver goblets. Each year from then on, the Doolittle Raiders would reunite. Cups belonging to men who had died were turned over. The last two surviving Raiders would split an 1896 bottle of Cognac – the year Jimmy Doolittle was born – in their goblets.


Decades later, at a quiet museum in Dayton, Ohio, the remaining Doolittle Raiders sat down together for the last time. Four still remained, but only three were able to attend their final reunion. They had frosty hair and they were bent with age. Time was on the march, and they had decided it was time to open that bottle of Cognac. Among the people who witnessed this historic close of a mission was a young woman in a WWII-themed olive-green dress… me.


Photo by Daryl R. Burns

Of course, I wasn’t in the room itself. Very few people were. However, the remaining Raiders made a day of their final reunion. They gave speeches. They posed for pictures. There was a flyover of B-25s. I got to be there, thanks to my father, who let his pesky daughter tag along for such a historic event. As for the toast with the famous cognac, it was played live on the museum channel for those who wanted to watch. My dad and I had purchased Doolittle Raider glasses at the museum that day. As the men made their final toast, my dad and I toasted along with them in our hotel room.

The day had a profound effect on me, and I believe I was meant to see it. Because there was a very important message I needed to hear, and it came from Dick Cole. Jimmy Doolittle’s co-pilot was destined to become the final Doolittle Raider. At that reunion, he said something that has always stuck with me. He talked about how he and his fellow raiders were always called heroes. They were labeled as brave and courageous. Memorials and plaques the world over were dedicated to them. Yet, he didn’t view himself that way. Cole insisted that he, and all of them really, were just young men. They were just eighty young men doing their jobs. That’s how they looked at it back then and through the years.

It hit me in my core, because I’m just one woman in a crowded room. When I sit at my desk and write, I know billions of other people are doing the same thing. I see it all over social media and on the fabulous blogs I encounter on WordPress. How can I, the silly girl in the World War II dress, make a difference? Well, Dick Cole says I can make a difference by showing up and doing my job. And that might make one hell of a difference someday.


Photo by Daryl R. Burns

On April 9, 2019, the Doolittle Raider chapter came to an official close. Dick Cole, the last one, passed away at the ripe old age of 103. He and his raiders may be gone, but their stories will live forever, as will those amazing words that he said to a crowd in a museum in Ohio. He probably had no idea the impact they had on that girl in the olive-green dress. Even when I feel hopeless, I will show up and I will do my job. For you, Mr. Cole, and for all of the Doolittle Raiders. For all of the fading people whose stories deserve to be told. Because it will make a difference to someone, and even if it’s in the tiniest form imaginable, it might make a difference to the world.

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RIP Dick Cole


“The Doolittle Raid: America’s Daring First Strike Against Japan” – C.V. Glines

“The First Heroes” – C. Nelson

“I Could Never Be So Lucky Again” – J.H. Doolittle

Wright-Patterson Airforce Museum

The Doolittle Tokyo Raiders Official Website:

EAA Airventure – Doolittle Raider Presentation

I would like to thank a special guest photographer for this post, my dad Daryl Burns, for letting me use some of his pictures! The rest are by yours, truly. For more warbird photos, click here. 

98 Comments on “The Doolittle Raiders – the Final Chapter

    • Thank you! I was so glad to be able to go to that final reunion. An experience I will never forget!

  1. This is a most wonderful story you have told here! I was transfixed all the way through and then at the end there was you!!! How great is that! Bravo for sharing this.

  2. What a daring strategic escapade indeed and such a shot in the arm for the American people. The
    effect of the raid really shocked Japan and left a fear of attack on their homeland so dramatic they kept much of their fleet to protect it (unnecessarily) that could have been better employed in a more concentrated Pacific offensive drive and support effort of its conquests. Being present at the final reunion was a true participation in history for you. You were there. There is no greater joy for a historian than to be part of history itself.

    • “There is no greater joy for a historian than to be part of history itself.” What a perfect way to word it, Carl! 🙂 I couldn’t agree more – seeing that final reunion was a very memorable experience for me, I’m so glad I was able to go.

    • Thanks, Dave! 🙂 So glad you liked it, I sure enjoyed being there for that reunion. It was funny when I asked for time off work for it. My boss says, “You know, most people your age come to me asking for time off for a rock concert or something. This is new.” Hahaha 🙂

  3. Congratulations on being at the last reunion and writing a wonderful tribute to the Doolittle Raiders and their mission. I read Ted Lawson’s book Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo in grade school. It was only just over 20 years after the mission but seemed like ancient history to a twelve-year-old kid. Thanks for keeping these memories alive.

    • I must say that’s one book on this subject I haven’t read yet! I really need to get on that 🙂 Thanks for giving this a read and sharing your thoughts – I’m so glad you enjoyed it

    • I never read the book but I have seen the movie with the same name, starring Spencer Tracy, Robert Walker, and Van Johnson:

      Surprisingly, it was made in 1944, while the war was still on. If 20 years was later enough for the war to seem like ancient history when you were in grade school, imagine how it seems to kids now, when quite a few high school “graduates” can’t even say who fought who in World War II.

      • I think we might actually be seeing a very renewed interest in WWII in the up-and-coming generation. WWII Hist-Fic novels are doing insanely well. Multiple friends of mine have also contacted me asking about WWII reading material for their pre-teen kids. It makes me very happy to see it! 🙂

  4. Wonderful job of sharing the experience with us. It was very moving and I really felt like I was a fly on the wall during the narration.

  5. Thanks for another great post. Hoping to make it to Pearl Harbor later this summer. Wish I could bring you along as a guide. 😉 Question: How much of your passion for history was passed down from your dad?

    • I would love to visit Pearl Harbor someday. My husband and I have thought of going to Hawaii for our fifth wedding anniversary next year, so maybe I will get to see it then! Take lots of your fabulous pictures if you go. I’m sure I could blame my dad for some of that history blood 🙂 He has a pretty impressive shelf of WWII books!

      • I will definitely take lots of pics. Hope you get to go next year too.

  6. Wonderful sharing M.B. History is glad you were there to document the last reunion and to help relive it through your words. I read some of the raid events, its challenges and sacrifices, during my military studies. You shared it beautifully and honorably. Thank you! Ideally, we all want peace around the world but when duty calls I’m so thankful that dedicated, honorable people rise to the occasion. May we never forget the sacrifices of those who dedicated themselves toward freedom in the world.

  7. That’ a riveting story, M.B.! I knew nothing about this. Wonderful that you were there to witness that final reunion. Thanks for sharing this.

    • Well thank you for reading! 🙂 I’m always happy to pass along the stories 🙂

  8. This is a amazing post, M.B.! My dad was a tail gunner in B-25’s in the Philippines in WWII. Even though that was a fast and nimble bomber, it was remarkable that they got those birds off that deck. We saw those goblets when we were in Dayton. How cool that you were there for the last ceremony! 😊

    • Those goblets are so cool, aren’t they? They have them on permanent display there in Dayton, which is very cool. I’m so grateful I was there for that final reunion, it’s an experience I will never forget 🙂 Thanks for coming by and sharing your thoughts and your dad’s story! All those bomber pilots were so brave!

  9. Gripping story. Right from the start, you take us right back there in their midst. I believe I have said before, this is how history should be written

    • You’ve done it again, Lee! Gosh you do such fantastic work with turning these historic events into such wonderful poems. Thanks so much for sharing that here!

  10. Such a beautiful tribute…well-written and interesting. More people need to appreciate and care about history and the special people who made a tremendous impact upon it.

    • I completely agree! 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed the post

    • That is very flattering! Thank you so much for saying so <3

  11. An enjoyable and inspiring read. I remember seeing the Spencer Tracy movie on TV when I was a teen in the 70s but that was about all I knew about this. Your moving retelling of this story passes it to new generations who need to hear it. Kudos!

    • Thank you so much for saying so! I really really need to see that movie. I haven’t yet – fail! 🙁 Haha.

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  13. As I am sitting here in tears after reading this, I say to you M, job well done. Your grandmother would be so proud of you and your incredible talent. Thank you for honoring our war heroes with your writing!

  14. You certainly make a difference by telling tales that will soon be lost. We need to learn from the past, especially warfare. You go girl (in the green dress).

    • I couldn’t agree more that we need to learn from the past. Thanks for coming by and giving this a read! <3

    • Thank you so much for reading it, I’m glad you enjoyed it

  15. I am not a history buff, but your writing brings me around. You are very good at this 🙂 !

  16. I think it must also be mentioned that the courage and dedication to the allied cause of the Doolittle Raiders was matched if not exceeded by the Chinese civilians without whose help few if any of the Raiders would have returned home. The Chinese risked their own lives and the lives of their families to assist the Americans. The Raiders left. The civilians could not.

    The Raiders were certainly aware of the grave risks the Chinese faced for helping them. I believe at least one Chinese civilian was made an honorary Doolittle Raider and attended several reunions.

    A few weeks after the raid, in what was probably an operation planned months before, the Japanese sent a massive number of troops into the provinces where the Raiders landed. Were the Japanese even more brutal than normal because of anger over the attack on their homeland? No one can say for sure. What cannot be disputed is that the Japanese were exceedingly ruthless and brutal. In addition to their normal methods of mass rapes and indiscriminate murder, they used biological warfare on civilians. An estimated 250,000 died in addition to about 30,000 Chinese Nationalist forces.

    Today, knowing the Japanese as a friendly ally and peaceful people, the unspeakable horrors they committed throughout WWII in the name of nationalism are hard to comprehend.

    Does this tarnish the Raiders? I think not. They bravely completed the mission and supplied a much needed shot in the arm for American morale. Any knowledge of potential repercussions would have been kept far above their pay grade. America got a measure of revenge for Pearl Harbor. That was all they and the American public were told.

    To borrow a phrase: “And that’s the rest of the story.”

  17. Wow. The threads of history are long and it is amazing you were at the final reunion and blog history today, weaving those threads into important stories. Keep up the great work

    • Thanks so much! I like how you worded it – “the threads of history are long.” That’s very poetic! 🙂

  18. A superb and very moving post MB – you were very lucky to have met some of these brave men and I’m not surprised they had a lasting effect on you.
    I have a few books on the Doolittle raid – it really was a very daring plan, and one that could have so easily ended in total tragedy. You can only image what was going through their minds as they advanced the aircraft throttles to take off from the Hornet – it must have been like stepping off the edge of the world into the unknown.

    • Yes – into the unknown is a good way to put it – especially with how terrible the weather was that day. I can’t even imagine. Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts!

  19. There are always so many feelings to go with a story like this. Nostalgia, the kind that jumps from the page, not mine, seems to be the prominent one. And wow, 103. That’s a long life to live.

    • I know, 103! I actually saw him speak again (after the reunion) when he was 101 and you would never know. He still seemed so vibrant and full of life.

      • It’s a wonder, to reach that age and not be addled with the years. Most people I know who get to be 80 are suffering from this or that disease that prevents keeps them from recalling their own kid’s names.

      • Same here. Although my grandma is in her 90s and doing pretty well. Maybe she’ll make her centennial!

  20. If anyone deserved to be at at that final reunion, it’s definitely you thanks to the hard work you put into researching and sharing these fascinating pieces of history. As I was reading your account I was holding my breath, wondering how it would turn out – and I already knew the outcome! That, my friend, is good writing. 🙂

    • This has made my day! Thank you so much for reading and for saying such nice things! 🙂

  21. Another wow! This is exactly how history should be taught. Maybe we wouldn’t repeat it so often…

    • 🙂 That is very flattering, thank you! Ah, yes. If only we could educate, it would be so much harder to repeat 🙁

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