were not yet available for precision bombing at night. The USAAF wanted to end the war with air power before an Army and Navy invasion of Japan. LeMay worked out a radical change in strategy, ordered his B-29s stripped of armament to increase their carrying capacity, had 325 planes loaded with ten thousand pounds each of jellied- gasoline firebomb clusters and sent them over Tokyo on the night of March 10, 1945, staggered at from five to nine thousand feet, with pathfinder B-29s going ahead of them to mark out huge Xs in flame at their designated aiming points. LeMay's subsequent mission report emphasized that the object of the attack “was
Long after the war, a dauntless cadet asked LeMay “how much moral considerations affected his decisions regarding the bombing of Japan.” LeMay, as hard a man as Ulysses S. Grant, answered with his usual bluntness:
Killing Japanese didn't bother me very much at that time. It was getting the war over that bothered me. So I wasn't worried particularly about how many people we killed in getting the job done. I suppose if I had lost the war, I would have been tried as a war criminal. Fortunately, we were on the winning side. Incidentally, everybody bemoans the fact that we dropped the atomic bomb and killed a lot of people at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. That I guess is immoral; but nobody says anything about the incendiary attacks on every industrial city in Japan, and the first attack on Tokyo killed more people than the atomic bomb did. Apparently, that was all right…
I guess the direct answer to your question is, yes, every soldier thinks something of the moral aspects of what he is doing. But all war is immoral, and if you let that bother you, you're not a good soldier.
At the Japanese surrender ceremonies on the battleship
“Like many other folks” at the end of the war, he writes, he was “pretty tired.” He took time to fly up and down the Japanese coast to view the results of his firebombing, then returned to his headquarters on Guam. His aide-de-camp notes on September 3 that “General LeMay spent the night at General Spaatz's house — a last stand all night poker game. The game broke up at 0600 hours the morning of the fourth.” Spaatz was LeMay's boss, Carl “Tooey” Spaatz, commanding general of the Strategic Air Force in the Pacific; who won the poker game, the aide doesn't record.
At the end of August, LeMay had heard through Spaatz that Washington had asked General James Doolittle, the air pioneer and Eighth Air Force commander, to lead a flight of three B-29s nonstop from Tokyo to Washington, and that Doolittle had recommended including LeMay. “Offhand,” says LeMay, “I would guess that this flight was dreamed up to demonstrate and dramatize… the long-range capability of the [B-]29 to the American people and to the world at large.” To make the long flight — nearly seven thousand miles — the bomb bays of the aircraft would need to be fitted with extra fuel tanks. Doolittle on Okinawa had studied the matter and concluded that six tanks would give the B-29s a gross takeoff weight of 142,800 pounds. “The trip can be made,” Doolittle had messaged Spaatz by courier, provided they could find an airfield in Japan long enough and with enough bearing capacity to handle the load.
Spaatz replied on September 5 that “there are no fields in Japan suitable for take off at gross weight necessary… Flight is not feasible.” Never one to take no for an answer, Doolittle flew to Guam three days later to confer with LeMay. “We got together,” writes LeMay, “and talked the thing over; we examined photographs and charts. The only field which might accommodate the B-29's was Mizutani, up on the northern Japanese island of Hokkaido… Trouble was, we didn't have any troops in there as yet… There was nobody of whom we could make inquiry concerning the runways.” LeMay sent one of his commanders to scout Hokkaido in a B-17. The Japanese naval officers at Mizutani had heard their emperor's surrender broadcast and didn't shoot him. The runways, the man reported, would do.
LeMay ordered three B-29s stripped of spare equipment and outfitted with bomb-bay tanks. In the meantime, Doolittle was called ahead to Washington. Lieutenant General Barney Giles, commander of the Central Pacific Air Forces, took over Doolittle's place in the lead plane; LeMay and Brigadier General Emmett “Rosie” O'Donnell, Jr., would fly the other two. The three B-29s left Guam on Sunday, September 16, fueled at Iwo Jima and flew to Hokkaido, where they topped off their tanks with drum gasoline flown in on C-54s. “That night we slept in a barracks with three thousand polite Japanese sailors surrounding us,” LeMay recalls. “No sweat.” The trio of generals with their eleven-man crews took off for North America at 0600 hours on Wednesday, September 19, flew a Great Circle route northeast, crossed the International Date Line into the Western Hemisphere's Wednesday, made radio contact with Nome, reached their halfway point over Whitehorse in the Yukon at nine a.m. Eastern War Time and approached the northern Middle West late that afternoon. They had bucked headwinds most of the way that slowed their average speed to less than 250 knots and ate up their fuel. LeMay wanted to take a chance on making it to Washington, where the weather was reported marginal, but Giles and O'Donnell opted to refuel in Chicago. “I went on awhile,” writes LeMay nonchalantly, “then received another Washington report. This time the weather was
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