1800 hours, Dec 6, 1941. Seaplane carrier
HIJMS Chitose, Tagus Cove, Albemarle Island, Galapagos Archipelago.
Takeda’s aircrews clustered around the lead Type 97 flying boat. It was sitting alone on
Chitose’s after deck. The other two aircraft were anchored in the bay, with maintenance personnel walking about on top of the wings and hulls. The sun was low in the sky, and lit up the horizon to the west a brilliant orange. To the east, over the bleak landscape of the Galapagos islands, a low bank of grey clouds brooded. Riggers on the carrier’s modified oversize aft crane were preparing to lift the last plane into the sea.
The Kawanishi was its usual light grey, but now had a row of black circles painted along the length of the fuselage, simulating the windows of a passenger plane. Above the row of circles was painted
Pan American Airline System in tight capital letters. On the bow was a logo of a winged globe with the letters
PAA in streamlined italic typeface. Above the logo, was painted in even smaller
romanji letters,
Tokyo Clipper. Apparently, one of
Chitose’s aircraft mechanics was a comedian. A six character alphanumeric tail number, the Pan Am registration number, was painted on the vertical stabilizer. The bow in front of the windscreen was painted anti-glare black, as was the hydroplane underside of the hull and outrigger floats. What seemed to be missing was the large red
hinomaru rondel on the tail boom, but at second glance there it was, only as a thin red outline. Another identical rondel was on the underside of the left wing. The right wing had the Pan Am registration number in bold black letters. Takeda noticed some of his crew looking at the new livery.
“Top of the wing is the same,” he told them. “One empty
hinomaru, one number.” Looking out at the two other aircraft, they could see it was true. At this distance he could just barely see that all three flying boats were painted with the same registration number.
“I am sorry, Sir,” said Lt. Hitsuji. “I am not for a moment convinced that is anything but a Kawanishi H6K4.”
Takeda frowned. He gestured in the direction of Albemarle Island, two kilometers away. “look at the most distant plane in the bay,” he said to the skeptical Flight Lieutenant, pointing towards Tagus Cove. “Cover your eyes with your hands. Take your hands away for two seconds, and cover your eyes again. Then tell me you are so sure.”
The young lieutenant complied, then mulled over his impression. “Perhaps,” he said.
Takeda said, more quietly, so only the two could hear. “I know. I am not entirely convinced myself. This was not my idea, and I am afraid it is wasted effort. But it should not matter. We wish to avoid being seen at all, until the very last few seconds of our attack.”
The aircrew had now fixated on the pair of torpedoes, one slung under each wing at the weapon attachment point midway down the diagonal wing brace, and were gathering to look the weapon over.
Chitose’s armourers were finishing up their work with the torpedo.
“Ittoheiso,” Takeda addressed the crew chief. “Please orient my men on the unique features of this torpedo.”
“Yes, Sir!” responded the crew chief. Then less formally he faced the junior officers. “His Majesty’s ship
Chitose’s float planes do not carry torpedoes, so her armourers are unfamiliar with the weapon. I was assigned here from Sasebo Naval Arsenal, along with some civilian technicians from Mitsubishi.” A trio of men in coveralls stopped working on the torpedoes for a moment and bowed to the airmen. “These are very special and rare torpedoes, and the fact you have them at all tells me this is a very important mission.”
“You will notice,” the chief said pointing, “this appears at first glance to be a
kyujuichi shiki kokyu gorai, the familiar Type 91 Modification 2 aerial torpedo with a 204 kilogram warhead, in use since 1938. I expect you have dropped these may times in training. Equipped with torpedo net cutter, in case you meet a torpedo net. Careful, it is sharp. This wooden box stabilizer on the tail fins, the
hykyoban, I expect you are also familiar with. Its purpose is to keep the torpedo from wobbling in flight, so it will land in the water with consistent pitch and yaw.
“What is unique about this torpedo,” he patted the body just before the tail, “is the addition of these roll controlling movable surfaces here.” He pointed to the body ahead of the tail control fins. These small fins are controlled by a second gyroscope, and act to correct the torpedo’s roll in the water. The tail rudder and fins can only steer correctly if the torpedo is perfectly upright. This roll correction system makes sure that is the case. This much is sufficient to make the torpedo extremely accurate in the open sea.
“If you want to attack an enemy in a harbour, where the water is shallow, the torpedo needs to pitch up immediately when it contacts the water, so that its entry dive is shallow. Otherwise the torpedo will hit bottom before it corrects to attack depth. These small roll control fins, because they are designed to work in water, are only able to correct the roll once the torpedo is in the water, which might be too late in shallows. These here,” he pointed again. “are wooden gloves that fit over the roll control fins, increasing their surface area tenfold. The extra surface area allows the fins to correct the torpedo’s roll in the air while it is falling, like the ailerons on an aircraft, so that the torpedo strikes the water perfectly upright. Then the tail control fins can pitch up and direct the torpedo immediately on a shallow course. The wooden pieces all break off as soon as the torpedo strikes the water. They are no longer needed and would only be in the way.”
“These weapons have been thoroughly tested to plunge to no deeper than 10 or 12 meters depth when drooped at 160 knots from an altitude of 20 meters, by a competent pilot.”
“Sir,” interjected Lieutenant Hitsuji. “You said our drop zone has a depth between 20 and 27 meters?”
“That is correct,” replied Takeda, with a hint of satisfaction.
The riggers motioned that they had completed preparations, and Lt. Commander’s flying boat was lifted from the deck, swung out, and placed gently on the water of Tagus Cove.
Technical details in this chapter are heavily indebted to this article:
When an aerial torpedo weighing almost two tons slams into the water at 200 mph, it barely slows down. In the open sea, Japan’s aerial torpedoes plunged 150 feet before climbing back to attack depth.[1] Pearl Harbor was only about 40 feet deep,[2] so Japan needed to modify its tactics and...
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Navigational chart of the north end of Gatun Lake at the approximate time of this story, with depths. Somewhat zoomable