March 14th, 1944, 20,000 feet above Bremen, the Faka Wolf 190 pilot from Munich spotted the American fighter formation and smiled.
Those big fat Hellcats looked like flying barrels compared to his sleek fighter.
He’d heard the other pilots in the mess talking about them.
Grumman iron works, the Americans called the company.
Built them like tanks, flew them like trucks.
The German ace had 17 kills painted on his rudder, most of them against B17s, but he’d shot down three Thunderbolts and a Mustang, too.
This would be his first Hellcat.
He rolled inverted and pulled through, diving from the sun.
The American pilots hadn’t seen him yet.
At 600 yd, still too far for a good shot, he watched the Hellcat formation maintain their weave above the bomber stream.
Big radial engines, stubby wings, thick fuselages.
They looked wrong somehow, like someone had tried to make a fighter plane, but kept adding metal until it was too heavy to be dangerous.
The 190 was 2,000 lb lighter, faster in a dive, quicker in a roll.
Physics didn’t lie.
The pilot from De Moine, Iowa saw the 190 first.
Lieutenant Jim Patterson had been flying F6F5 Hellcats for 8 months.
First in the Pacific, now over Europe.
The Navy had loaned several squadrons to the Army Air Forces for bomber escort duty.
Patterson checked his armament panel, all 650s, loaded with the new stuff.
Armor-piercing incendiary rounds that the ordinance guys called API.
They’d started loading them 3 weeks ago.
The bullets had a chemical compound in the nose that ignited on impact, then burned at 3,000° while the armor-piercing core punched through.
He’d seen what they did to a wrecked German truck during a ground demonstration.
The truck had looked like someone had worked it over with a blowtorrch and a sledgehammer at the same time.
“Band high, coming down,” Patterson called over the radio.
The formation broke, but not in panic.
The Hellcat might look like a flying brick, but it turned inside a circle tighter than anything the Germans had, except maybe the old 109E.
That was the joke the German pilots didn’t get yet.
The F6F was ugly on purpose, built around function instead of form.
Every line, every rivet, every pound of metal had one job.
Bring the pilot home.
The German pilot pressed his attack.
At 400 yardds, he triggered his cannon.
The two MG 15120s in the wingroots barked, sending 20 mm shells toward Patterson’s Hellcat.
Patterson saw the muzzle flashes and pulled hard, loading seven G’s onto the airframe.
The Hellcat groaned, but held.
The cannon shells passed beneath him, one close enough that he heard it tear the air.
Now it was Patterson’s turn.
The German tried to extend to use his speed advantage to separate and reset.
But Patterson had fought Zeros over Rabal and Zeros made the 190 look slow.
He pulled lead way out in front where the German would be in two seconds and squeezed the E trigger.
Six Browning 50 caliber machine guns roared.
Each one fired 800 rounds per minute.
The API rounds left the barrels at 2800 ft pers, glowing faintly from the tracer compound mixed in every fifth round.
The German pilot saw the tracers arcing toward him and rolled hard left.
Most of the burst missed, but three rounds hit.
The first API round struck the 190s right-wing route.
The chemical compound detonated on impact, creating a flash of white hot flame that burned through the aluminum skin like it was paper.
The armor-piercing core continued through, severing a hydraulic line.
The second round hit the engine cowling, the incendiary compound spraying burning fragments into the engine compartment.
The third round punched through the cockpit armor on the right side, the steel core penetrating, but the pilot’s luck holding.
It passed 8 in from his shoulder.
The German pilot felt his fighter shudder.
Warning lights flashed on his panel, hydraulic pressure dropping, oil temperature rising, smoke starting to stream from under the cowling.
He’d been hit before plenty of times.
But this was different.
The bullets had exploded.
actually exploded on impact.
He could see the burn marks on his wing, could smell the smoke filling his cockpit.
Three hits and his fighter was dying.
He rolled inverted and dove, trying to escape.
Patterson followed him down.
The Hellcat might be heavy, but weight helped in a dive.
The American fighter accelerated smoothly, its massive Pratt and Whitney R2800 engine thundering at war emergency power.
2800 horsepower pushed 18,000 lbs of fighter through the air like a sledgehammer falling from heaven.
The German pilot from Munich had a decision to make.
His base was 40 m away.
The engine was overheating badly now, temperature gauge pegged in the red.
The hydraulics were gone, making the controls heavy, sluggish.
He could try to make it home, or he could bail out over enemy territory.
Pride said, “Fly.
Survival said jump.” At 10,000 ft, with the engine starting to seize, “Survival one.” He jettisoned the canopy, released his harness, and rolled out into the cold March sky.
Patterson watched the German pilot’s parachute open, a white flower blooming against the gray landscape below.
He circled once to mark the position for pickup, then climbed back to rejoin his squadron.
The whole engagement had lasted 90 seconds.
Word spread through the Luftvafa faster than wildfire.
The Americans had new ammunition.
Bullets that exploded on impact that burned through aluminum and steel that turned near misses into killing shots.
Within a week, every German fighter group from Norway to Italy knew about the API rounds.
The Hellcats they’d mocked as flying trucks suddenly looked different.
650 caliber guns firing explosive rounds at 800 rounds per minute meant 4,800 explosive impacts per minute.
That was a mathematics problem nobody wanted to solve at 20,000 ft.
Captain Hans Miller from Stoutgart encountered his first Hellcat on March 22nd, 1944.
He was leading a staff of eight FW190s on a bomber intercept mission when they ran into the Navy Hellcats on loan to the Eighth Air Force.
Mueller had 31 victories, an Iron Cross first class, and absolutely no fear of American fighters.
He’d shot down Thunderbolts, Lightnings, and Mustangs.
The Hellcat was just another target.
The merge happened at 18,000 ft over Hanover.
Mueller picked out the lead Hellcat, a fighter with a red cowling and the number 13 painted on the fuselage.
Bad luck number for Americans, he thought.
He barrel rolled over the top and came down at a 60° angle, cannons and machine guns ready.
The Hellcat broke into him, a move Mueller expected.
What he didn’t expect was how hard the American could turn.
The Hellcat pulled through a 9G turn that should have ripped its wings off.
Instead, it came around like it was on rails, those 650s already tracking toward him.
The pilot was Lieutenant Commander Jack Morrison from San Diego, and he’d been killing planes since Guadal Canal.
The Hellcat was his third fighter type after Wildcats and Corsaires.
He liked the Hellcat best.
It was honest.
No bad habits, no surprises, just brutal efficiency wrapped in American steel.
He’d loaded all API rounds for this mission.
1,800 rounds total, 300 per gun.
Enough for 18 seconds of continuous fire, though nobody ever held the trigger that long.
Morrison fired a two-c burst at Miller’s 190.
The API rounds walked across the German fighter from tail to nose.
Each impact a small explosion.
The elevator separated first, torn away by three direct hits.
The fuselage fuel tank took five rounds.
The API compounds igniting the aviation fuel instantly.
The engine took eight hits in less than a second.
The explosive impacts destroying cylinders, shattering the crankshaft, turning precision engineering into twisted metal.
Mueller’s 190 came apart in the air.
The tail separated, the engine exploded, the wings folded.
Mueller never had a chance to bail out.
He was dead before the fighter started tumbling, killed by an API round that penetrated the armored headrest and detonated inside his skull.
The wreckage fell 5,000 ft in seconds, a burning meteor trailing black smoke and fragments of aluminum.
The remaining German pilots scattered.
They’d seen Müller die, seen his fighter literally blown apart by those explosive bullets.
The squadron leader, 31 victories, dead in seconds.
The Hellcats pursued, methodical and relentless.
The German pilots had always relied on their speed advantage, their ability to dive away from trouble.
But the Hellcats followed them down.
Those massive radial engines pulling them through the air like locomotives.
And when they fired, their bullets exploded.
Lieutenant Wolf Gang Becker from Berlin managed to escape that day, but barely.
Two API rounds had hit his 190s tail section, blowing holes you could put your fist through.
He limped home on a dying engine, hydraulic fluid streaming from ruptured lines, and made a gear up landing in a field 20 m from his base.
When the mechanics examined his fighter, they counted 17 fragment holes from just two bullet impacts.
The API rounds had hit and exploded, sending burning metal in all directions like tiny grenades.
The intelligence officer who debriefed Becker could barely believe the report.
Explosive machine gun bullets.
The Americans were using 20mm cannon ammunition in 50 caliber guns.
Becker showed him the damage, the burn marks around each hole, the way the metal had been blown outward from the impact points.
This wasn’t normal battle damage.
This was something new, something terrible.
Within two weeks, Luftwaffa tactics changed completely.
No more aggressive intercepts of bomber formations protected by Hellcats.
No more counting on speed and cannon range to win engagements.
The Germans had always believed in quality over quantity.
Better planes, better pilots, better tactics.
But the API rounds changed the equation.
Now every American bullet was a tiny bomb.
Get hit by 20 or 30 of those and your fighter disintegrated.
The mechanic from Pittsburgh, Sergeant Tony Russo, had been loading those API rounds since February.
He knew what they could do.
Each round had a small cavity in the nose filled with an incendiary composition, usually magnesium or phosphorus compounds.
Behind that was a hardened steel penetrator core.
When the round hit, the incendiary detonated from the impact, creating a flash of heat over 3,000°.
The steel core punched through, carrying burning fragments deep into the target.
It was like getting hit with a armor-piercing round and an incendiary round at exactly the same moment.
Russo had loaded planes in the Pacific before transferring to Europe.
Out there, they’d used API rounds against Japanese fighters with devastating effect.
The Zeros, with their lightweight construction and lack of armor, literally came apart when hit by API ammunition.
He’d seen gun camera footage of a Zero taking five hits and exploding like someone had put dynamite in it.
The Germans built their fighters tougher, but not tough enough.
Nothing was tough enough to take concentrated API fire.
On April 8th, 1944, the Hellcats proved their worth in the largest air battle they’d fought in the European theater.
312 bombers headed for aircraft factories in Brunswick escorted by Mustangs, Thunderbolts, and two squadrons of Navy Hellcats on temporary duty.
The Luftwaffa sent up everything that could fly 160 fighters, mostly FW190s and BF 109s, with a handful of the new MI410 heavy fighters.
The German plan was simple.
Ignore the escorts, punch through to the bombers.
They’d done it before, accepting losses to the escort fighters in exchange for shots at the B17s and B-24s.
But the Hellcat squadrons had different orders.
They were to range ahead of the bomber stream to break up German formations before they could organize their attacks.
Lieutenant Carl Dixon from Topeka led eight Hellcats on that forward sweep.
They found 30 plus German fighters forming up at 15,000 ft, preparing for a coordinated assault on the bomber stream.
The Germans saw them coming.
Eight fat Navy fighters against 30 of the Luftvafa’s best.
The German formation leader, Major Fritz Beckman, actually laughed over the radio.
Eight Hellcats.
The Americans had sent eight of those flying bathtubs against 30 German fighters.
The Hellcats dove from 20,000 ft, engines screaming, picking up speed until they were doing almost 400 mph.
At that speed, even the heavy Hellcat became nimble, responsive.
Dixon picked his target, a 109 in the lead element and opened fire at 600 yd.
Long range, but the API rounds made every hit count.
The 109 pilot, Lieutenant Friedrich Vber from Dresden, saw the tracers coming and broke hard left.
Most of the burst missed, but four rounds hit his fighter’s fuselage just behind the cockpit.
The API rounds detonated on impact, blowing four holes the size of dinner plates in the aluminum skin.
Fragments from the explosions cut control cables, severed fuel lines, peppered the inside of the fuselage with burning magnesium.
Weber’s fighter lurched, controls going slack.
He had maybe 10 seconds before the fighter became completely uncontrollable.
Weber managed to bail out but barely.
As his parachute opened, he watched his 109 enter a flat spin, smoke pouring from the holes blown in its fuselage.
Four hits.
His fighter had taken hundreds of regular 50 caliber hits in previous combats and survived.
Four of these new explosive rounds had destroyed it in seconds.
The German formation scattered as the Hellcats tore through them.
The API rounds created a psychological effect beyond their physical damage.
Every hit produced a bright flash visible even in daylight.
Pilots could see their wingmen’s fighters lighting up like flashbulbs as the rounds impacted and detonated.
It was terrifying watching aircraft spark and flash as they were torn apart by explosive bullets.
Sergeant Mike O’Brien from Boston watched the battle from his B7’s wastegun position.
He’d seen plenty of fighter combat, but this was different.
The German fighters weren’t just being shot down, they were being demolished.
He saw a 190 take a long burst from a Hellcat, maybe 20 hits along its fuselage and wing.
Each impact flashed white hot and the 190 simply came apart.
Wings separating, tail breaking away, engine exploding.
It looked like someone had run a cutting torch along the aircraft’s major structural points.
The Hellcat’s durability made the API rounds even more effective.
German pilots were used to fighters that couldn’t take punishment, that had to avoid getting hit at all costs.
The Hellcat could absorb tremendous damage and keep flying, which meant its pilots could press attacks longer, fire from better angles, take risks other fighters couldn’t.
Combined with the API rounds, it created a perfect storm of lethality.
Lieutenant Jim Thompson from Duth proved this.
15 minutes into the Brunswick battle, a 109 got on his tail, cannon round slamming into his Hellcat’s rear fuselage and tail.
Thompson’s fighter shuddered, elevators damaged, rudder shot full of holes.
In any other fighter, he’d be dead or bailing out.
But the Hellcat’s massive structural strength kept it together.
Thompson managed a barrel roll that the damaged fighter shouldn’t have been capable of, bringing his guns to bear on the surprised German pilot.
Thompson’s API rounds caught the 109 in the cockpit area.
The first two rounds shattered the canopy.
the incendiary compounds spraying burning magnesium into the cockpit.
The next three punch through the instrument panel, destroying gauges, severing electrical connections, igniting hydraulic fluid.
The German pilot, Sergeant Hans Müller from Hamburg, was hit by fragments from the fifth round when it detonated against his armor plate.
The fragments, burning at 3,000°, went through his flight suit like it wasn’t there.
He died screaming, his fighter falling out of control toward the German countryside below.
The Brunswick mission cost the Luftwaffa 43 fighters destroyed.
Another 27 damaged beyond repair.
The Hellcats, those mocked flying trucks, shot down 11 German fighters while losing only two of their own.
Both Hellcat losses came from concentrated cannon fire from multiple attackers.
And even then, one pilot survived to become a prisoner of war.
His Hellcat had taken over 200 cannon shell hits before finally giving up.
The numbers told the story.
When Hellcats fired regular 50 caliber ammunition, it took an average of 360 rounds to destroy an enemy fighter.
With API rounds, that number dropped to less than 40.
A two- second burst putting 20 rounds on target was usually fatal.
The explosive impacts created damage far beyond what simple kinetic energy could achieve.
Major Wilhelm Steinberg, commanding JG4, wrote in his diary that night about the changing war.
The Americans had always relied on quantity over quality, overwhelming German skill with sheer numbers.
But now they had both.
The Hellcat was tougher than anything in the sky, and those damned explosive bullets meant every farm boy from Nebraska could shoot down Germany’s best pilots.
“It wasn’t fair,” he wrote.
“But then nothing about war was fair.” The pilot from Mississippi didn’t think about fairness.
Lieutenant Bobby Ray Jackson had grown up hunting deer in the Delta, learned to shoot before he could properly read.
The API rounds reminded him of hunting.
You only needed one good hit if you put it in the right place.
His Hellcat carried 1,800 rounds, and he made every burst count.
In 6 weeks over Europe, he shot down seven German fighters, all with API ammunition.
The gun camera footage showed the same thing every time.
Bright flashes as the rounds impacted, pieces of aircraft flying off, fires starting instantly.
Jackson’s most memorable kill came on April 15th, 1944.
He caught a brand new MI410 heavy fighter trying to sneak through to attack stragglers from a bomber formation.
The 410 was fast, heavily armed with cannon and machine guns designed to destroy bombers.
But it was also big, less maneuverable than single engine fighters.
Jackson dove from above and behind, opening fire at 400 yd.
The API rounds walked along the 410 spine from tail to cockpit.
The tail gunner’s position exploded in a shower of sparks and flame.
The fuselage fuel tank detonated when three rounds penetrated and ignited the fuel simultaneously.
The port engine took five hits and simply stopped.
Cylinders shattered, oil spraying and igniting.
The starboard wing separated at the route when API rounds destroyed the main spar attachment points.
The entire engagement lasted 4 seconds.
Jackson fired 96 rounds.
The 410 disintegrated so completely that the largest piece to hit the ground was the starboard engine thrown clear when the wing separated.
The two crew members never had a chance to escape.
The pilot was killed instantly when an API round penetrated the armor behind his seat and detonated against his spine.
The gunner was already dead, killed in the first second of Jackson’s attack.
The intelligence officers who examined the wreckage couldn’t believe the destruction from machine gun fire alone.
It looked like the aircraft had been hit by multiple cannon shells, but the holes were clearly 50 caliber.
By May 1944, German pilots were refusing to engage Hellcats unless they had overwhelming numerical superiority.
Even then, they preferred hit and run attacks, diving through formations without stopping to dogfight.
The psychological impact of the API rounds was almost as important as their physical effect.
Pilots who had faced death a 100 times were suddenly afraid.
not of dying.
They’d accepted that possibility long ago, but of the way the API rounds killed, the explosions, the fires, the way aircraft simply came apart.
Captain Eric Hartman from Vienna, an ace with 23 victories, encountered Hellcats on May 10th, 1944.
He was leading six 190s on a reconnaissance mission when they stumbled into four Hellcats escorting photo reconnaissance aircraft.
Normally six versus four odds would favor the Germans.
But Hartman had heard the stories, seen the wreckage of fighters destroyed by API rounds.
He ordered his pilots to maintain distance, to use their speed advantage to escape rather than engage.
But Lieutenant Commander Paul White from Seattle had other plans.
He’d been flying fighters since Pearl Harbor had seen too many friends die to let German fighters escape.
He pushed his Hellcat to war emergency power and gave chase, slowly closing the distance on the fleeing 190s.
At maximum range, 800 yd, he fired a ranging burst.
The tracers fell short, but close enough to make Hartman’s wingman nervous.
The wingman, a young sergeant on his fifth mission, panicked and broke left, trying to evade.
White was on him instantly.
The Hellcat might be heavy, but it turned inside the 190s radius easily.
White closed to 300 yd and fired a 4-se secondond burst.
24 API rounds converged on the 190.
The first impacts were on the tail, blowing the rudder completely off.
The next cluster hit the fuselage behind the cockpit.
The explosive impacts opening the aircraft like a can opener.
The final rounds hit the engine, the API compounds igniting oil and fuel simultaneously.
The 190 rolled inverted and went straight down, trailing fire and smoke.
The young sergeant, Friedrich Brown from Cologne, managed to bail out, but was badly burned.
The API rounds had turned his cockpit into an inferno in seconds.
He spent four months in a hospital.
his testimony about the explosive bullets, adding to the growing Luftwaffa dread of Hellcats.
Braun told interrogators that it felt like his aircraft had been hit by flack, not machine gun fire.
Every impact was an explosion, tearing metal, starting fires, destroying his fighter faster than he could react.
The maintenance crews noticed the difference, too.
Master Sergeant Frank Collins from Chicago had been patching up battle damaged fighters for two years before API rounds.
German cannon damage was their biggest problem.
20 mm holes you could put your thumb through, sometimes bigger if the shells exploded inside the structure.
But the German fighters coming back now, the few that survived encounters with Hellcats, showed different damage.
American 50 caliber holes, but with burn marks around them.
Exit holes three times larger than the entry.
Clear evidence of explosive impact.
Collins examined a captured 109 that had belly landed after taking API hits.
The pilot had survived, but his fighter was scrap metal.
Seven hits, all on the port wing and fuselage.
Each impact showed the same pattern.
small entry hole, massive exit crater, burn marks radiating outward, secondary damage from fragments.
The API rounds had severed the main wing spar, destroyed the aileron control runs, and ruptured the fuel tank.
Seven hits had done more damage than 50 regular rounds would have caused.
The German response came in late May 1944.
new armor plates for critical areas, automatic fire suppression systems, and tactical changes emphasizing speed and distance over dog fighting.
But it was too little, too late.
The Hellcats, with their API rounds, owned the sky below 20,000 ft.
Above that altitude, the German fighters still had a performance advantage, but most combat happened lower where the bombers flew and where the Hellcats thrived.
On June 2nd, 1944, 4 days before D-Day, the Hellcats had their finest hour in European skies.
Two Navy squadrons temporarily assigned to support the invasion preparations, intercepted a massive German fighter sweep aimed at Allied invasion preparations in southern England.
60 German fighters, mostly 190s with some 109s mixed in, ran headlong into 24 Hellcats armed entirely with API ammunition.
The battle started at 16,000 ft over the channel.
The Germans had altitude advantage in numbers, but the Hellcat pilots had experience and those explosive rounds.
Lieutenant David Anderson from Denver led the first section into the attack.
He’d been skeptical of the Navy’s claims about API ammunition until he saw it work firsthand.
Now he loaded nothing else.
His crew chief had painted small bombs on the ammunition bay doors, a joke about the explosive bullets that had become squadron tradition.
Anderson picked out the German formation leader, identified by the distinctive markings on his 190s rudder.
The German pilot saw him coming and turned into the attack, trying to bring his cannon to bear.
But Anderson had fought zeros over the Solomons, where turning fights were suicide.
He pulled high, rolled inverted, and came down at a different angle, catching the German pilot by surprise.
The API rounds hit the 190 just behind the engine, walking back toward the cockpit.
Each impact created a flash visible from 5 m away.
the incendiary compound burning through aluminum like tissue paper.
The eighth round hit the oxygen system, the pure oxygen, turning the small incendiary explosion into a blowtorrch that cut through the cockpit floor.
The German pilot, Major Hans Richtor from Prussia, felt the heat before he saw the flames.
By the time he could react, his flight suit was on fire.
He managed to bail out but died from burns before reaching the water.
The psychological impact rippled through the German formation.
They just watched their leader fighter light up like a firework display.
Each bullet impact a bright flash before erupting in flames.
The disciplined attack formation dissolved into individual survival fights.
But the Hellcats worked in pairs, one baiting, one killing, using tactics perfected against the Japanese.
Lieutenant Roger Smith from Omaha demonstrated the technique perfectly.
His wingman made a head-on pass at a 109, forcing it to break right.
Smith was already there waiting.
The 109 flew directly into his gun site.
Smith fired a 3-second burst, 120 rounds of API ammunition.
The 109 took at least 30 hits, possibly more.
It was hard to count when the aircraft was disintegrating.
The API rounds destroyed the engine, severed both wings, and detonated the fuel tank simultaneously.
The fighter didn’t just crash, it ceased to exist as a coherent object, becoming a cloud of burning fragments falling toward the channel.
The German pilots had never experienced anything like it.
They were used to aircraft being shot down, but not deleted from existence.
The API rounds turned fighters into confetti, spreading burning wreckage across miles of sky.
One German pilot, Sergeant Otto Weber from Bavaria, later testified that he saw three of his squadron mates destroyed in less than 30 seconds.
their aircraft literally exploding under the impact of those hellish American bullets.
Weber himself barely survived.
A Hellcat’s burst caught his 190s tail section.
Only four hits, but enough.
The API rounds blew the entire tail assembly off.
The explosive impacts shattering the attachment points.
Weber’s fighter tumbled wildly, G forces pinning him in the cockpit.
He finally escaped at 2,000 ft.
his parachute opening just 500 ft above the water.
British rescue boats picked him up an hour later, hypothermic but alive, eager to tell his story about the American wonder weapon that turned bullets into bombs.
The channel battle ended with 18 German fighters destroyed, 11 more severely damaged.
The Hellcats lost three aircraft, all to concentrated cannon fire from multiple attackers.
And even then, two of the three pilots survived.
The kill ratio was 6:1, but the psychological damage was worse.
The German pilots who survived spread the word.
Avoid the Hellcats at all costs.
Their bullets explode.
They turn fighters into funeral pers.
June 6th, 1944.
D-Day.
The Hellcats flew dawn patrol over the invasion beaches, their API rounds ready for any Luftwaffa interference.
But the German fighters were scarce, pulled back to defend the Reich, their pilots increasingly reluctant to face those explosive bullets.
When 1290s did appear over Sword Beach at midday, eight Hellcats intercepted them.
The Germans took one look at those distinctive barrel-shaped silhouettes and ran.
They didn’t even try to fight, just dove for the deck and headed east at maximum speed.
Lieutenant Timothy Clark from Portland gave chase with three other Hellcats.
They caught the trailing 190 over can.
All four Hellcats firing simultaneously.
The German fighter absorbed over 200 API hits in 3 seconds.
It didn’t crash so much as it distributed itself across the French countryside in burning pieces.
The largest intact section was the engine thrown clear when the mounts exploded.
The pilot was never found, presumably vaporized in the firestorm of explosive impacts.
The crew chief from Brooklyn, Sergeant Salvatoreé Benadetto, kept track of ammunition expenditure and kills before API rounds.
His squadron averaged 400 rounds per kill.
After switching to API, that dropped to 60 rounds per kill.
The explosive bullets didn’t just damage aircraft, they destroyed them utterly.
Benadetto had loaded B7 guns with API rounds and seen what they did to German fighters.
But the concentrated fire from 650s on a Hellcat was something else entirely.
It was like watching aircraft get hit by invisible flack bursts.
By July 1944, the Luftwaffa had essentially conceded daylight air superiority below 20,000 ft wherever Hellcats operated.
They still flew, still fought, but carefully, reluctantly, avoiding those stubby Navy fighters whenever possible.
The German pilot who had laughed at the Hellcat’s appearance in March was either dead or reformed.
The flying truck had become a flying destroyer.
Its API rounds turning every burst into a potential death sentence.
Lieutenant Hans Zimmerman from Dusseldorf survived three encounters with Hellcats firing API rounds.
Each time his fighter was so badly damaged, it had to be scrapped.
23 hits total across three battles.
His mechanics marveled that he survived it all.
The API impacts had blown holes you could put your head through, started fires that burned even after landing, turned precision aircraft into Swiss cheese.
Zimmerman developed a nervous tick, his left eye twitching whenever he heard aircraft engines.
The squadron doctor diagnosed combat fatigue, but Zimmerman knew better.
It was hellcat fatigue.
Fear of those explosive bullets that turned the sky into a killing field.
The ordinance officer from Detroit, Captain Michael Kowalsski, had been skeptical when the API rounds first arrived.
Machine gun bullets that exploded, it sounded like propaganda.
But the combat reports didn’t lie.
The gun camera footage didn’t lie.
German fighters were coming apart under API fire like they were made of paper.
Kowalsski calculated that a 1 second burst from a Hellcat, six guns put 40 API rounds on target.
40 small explosions, 40 armor-piercing cores, 40 chances to sever something vital.
No fighter ever built could survive that kind of punishment.
August 15th, 1944, the invasion of southern France.
Hellcats from three Navy carriers provided air support, their magazines loaded entirely with API ammunition.
The Luftwaffa in southern France was already depleted, but they scrambled everything available.
32 fighters, mostly 109s with a few 190s.
They ran into 40 Hellcats over the Ron Valley.
Lieutenant Charles Murphy from Pittsburgh led his division into the first merge.
The Germans tried to use vertical maneuvers, zoom climbing to escape the Hellcat’s guns, but Murphy had learned to lead targets in the vertical plane.
Calculating where the climbing fighter would be when his bullets arrived, he fired at seemingly empty sky, and two seconds later, a 109 flew directly into the stream of API rounds.
The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic.
The 109’s nose dissolved as API rounds destroyed the engine.
The incendiary compounds igniting fuel and oil simultaneously.
The cockpit took four hits.
The explosive impacts destroying instruments, controls, and the pilot in a fraction of a second.
The wings separated when API rounds severed both main spars.
The tail fell off independently, cut free by explosive impacts at the attachment points.
What had been a fighter became a cloud of burning debris in less than 3 seconds.
Murphy’s wingman, Enson Robert Taylor from Houston, got his first kill 30 seconds later.
A 190 tried to dive away, but Taylor followed it down, holding his fire until he was sure.
At 200 yd, he triggered a 2-cond burst.
The API rounds concentrated on the 190s fuselage just behind the cockpit.
The explosive impacts opened the aircraft like a zipper, the fuselage splitting along the line of impacts.
The 190 broke in half, the forward section with the engine and pilot tumbling one direction, the tail and wings going another.
Taylor watched both pieces hit the ground separately, almost a quarter mile apart.
The intelligence summary from that day’s fighting noted a curious fact.
Of the 14 German fighters shot down, only three pilots survived to become prisoners.
The API rounds were so destructive that pilots often died before they could bail out, killed by explosive impacts, burning fragments, or catastrophic structural failure.
The bullets that exploded on impact didn’t just shoot down aircraft.
They deleted them and their pilots from existence.
Sergeant William Davis from Kansas City was a bomber gunner who witnessed Hellcats in action on August 20th, 1944.
His B24 was part of a strike on synthetic oil plants in Poland, the absolute limit of escort fighter range.
The Luftwaffa knew this and planned accordingly, holding their fighters back until the escorts had to turn for home.
But eight Hellcats had been fitted with drop tanks, extending their range just enough to stay with the bombers.
When 40 German fighters attacked the unescorted bombers, those eight Hellcats were all that stood between the Luftwaffa and a massacre.
Davis watched from his tailgun position as the Hellcats tore into the German formation.
The API rounds created a light show visible from miles away.
Each impact a bright flash against the gray sky.
He saw a 109 take a long burst from a Hellcat, maybe 50 rounds.
The entire fighter lighting up like a Christmas tree before exploding.
Not catching fire and exploding later, but detonating instantly from the cumulative effect of dozens of explosive impacts.
The Hellcats broke up the German attack completely.
In 12 minutes of combat, they shot down 11 German fighters and damaged six more so badly they had to break off.
The bombers lost only two aircraft, both to the initial German attack before the Hellcats could intervene.
Davis counted the parachutes.
Only four German pilots escaped their destroyed fighters.
The API rounds were killing machines as much as machines themselves.
The German pilot from Augsburg had been flying since 1941.
Sergeant France Mueller had 38 missions, six kills, two purple hearts from the Luftvafa equivalent, and absolutely no illusions about survival.
He knew he would die in his fighter.
The only question was when and how.
On September 3rd, 1944, he found out it would be from American explosive bullets.
Miller was flying top cover for MI262 jet fighters taking off from their base near Munich.
The jets were Germany’s last hope, fast enough to avoid escort fighters powerful enough to destroy bombers.
But they were vulnerable during takeoff and landing.
Slow and helpless, American fighters had started hunting them at their bases, catching them when they couldn’t use their speed advantage.
Four Hellcats appeared from nowhere, diving from 24,000 ft.
Miller and his wingmen tried to intercept to give the jets time to accelerate and escape.
It was suicide and he knew it, but orders were orders.
Miller turned into the lead Hellcat, hoping to get a cannon shot before those explosive bullets found him.
He almost made it.
His cannon rounds struck the Hellcat’s wing, blowing holes in the aluminum skin.
But Hellcats could take punishment that would destroy any German fighter.
The American pilot, Lieutenant Joseph Williams from Baltimore, kept his sight on Miller’s 190 and triggered a long burst, holding the trigger for almost 4 seconds.
160 API rounds streamed toward Miller’s fighter.
He tried to roll away, but at that range, escape was impossible.
The first rounds hit his port wing.
Explosive impacts walking from wing tip to wingroot.
The wing didn’t just separate.
It shattered.
Aluminum skin peeling away.
Ribs and spars breaking apart.
Fuel spraying from ruptured tanks.
The next cluster of rounds hit the fuselage.
Each impact a small explosion that opened holes the size of basketballs.
Müller felt the heat as rounds detonated behind his seat.
The armor plate that had saved him so many times now becoming shrapnel as API rounds blasted it apart.
The final rounds hit the engine.
18 cylinders of precisely machined aluminum and steel became so much scrap metal in half a second.
The API compounds ignited oil, fuel, and hydraulic fluid simultaneously.
The engine didn’t just stop.
It exploded.
the cowling blowing off, cylinders thrown in all directions, the propeller windmilling free before separating entirely.
Miller had maybe two seconds to escape before his fighter completed its transformation from aircraft to debris.
He pulled the canopy release.
Nothing.
Explosive fragments had jammed the mechanism.
He tried to break the plexiglass with his fists.
Desperation giving him strength.
The plexiglass cracked but held.
The 190 was spinning now.
centrifugal force pinning him to the seat.
The altimeter unwound through 5,000 ft, 4,000, 3,000.
At 1500 ft, still fighting to escape, Fran Miller became another statistic in the API ammunition effectiveness reports.
The MI262s escaped that day.
But the lesson was clear.
Even Germany’s wonder weapons couldn’t operate without conventional fighter protection, and conventional fighters couldn’t survive against Hellcats firing API rounds.
The equation was simple and brutal.
Every burst of API ammunition was potentially lethal.
Every Hellcat carried enough ammunition for 18 seconds of fire.
In those 18 seconds, it could pump out 1,800 explosive bullets.
Nothing could survive that storm of destruction.
Lieutenant Colonel Richard Johnson from Virginia commanded a Hellcat squadron during the fall of 1944.
He’d started the war flying P40s in North Africa, transferred to P47s for D-Day and finally got Hellcats in August.
He loved them immediately.
They weren’t pretty, weren’t fast, weren’t elegant, but they were absolutely lethal, especially with API ammunition.
Johnson described them as flying battle ships, able to take hits that would destroy other fighters and dish out punishment that seemed impossible from machine guns alone.
Johnson’s squadron proved the point on October 12th, 1944 during a massive fighter sweep over the Rurer Valley.
They encountered a mixed formation of German fighters, 109s, 190s, and even some older 110 heavy fighters pulled from training units.
The Germans had local numerical superiority.
40 plus fighters against Johnson’s 16 Hellcats.
The old Johnson flying P47s with regular ammunition would have been cautious, careful.
But with Hellcats and API rounds, he attacked immediately.
The merge was violent and chaotic.
Johnson found himself in a turning fight with two 109s both trying to sandwich him.
He pulled into a climbing spiral using the Hellcat’s superior slow speed handling to gain angles.
At the top of the spiral hanging on his prop, he snapped the nose down and fired at the trailing 109.
The API rounds caught it perfectly, walking from spinner to tail in a line of explosive impacts.
The 109 literally came apart at the seams, major components separating as the explosive bullets destroyed structural attachment points.
The second 109 tried to run, diving away at full throttle.
Johnson followed the heavy Hellcat accelerating smoothly in the dive.
At 400 mph, control forces that would have overwhelmed other fighters were manageable in the F6F.
Johnson closed to 100 yards, point blank range, and fired a one-second burst.
40 rounds of API ammunition hit the 109 in the space of a dinner table.
The fighter ceased to exist as a coherent object, transforming instantly into a cloud of burning aluminum confetti.
The squadron afteraction report credited Johnson’s Hellcats with 19 confirmed kills, seven probables, and 11 damaged.
They’d expended approximately 24,000 rounds of API ammunition.
That worked out to,200 rounds per confirmed kill, but Johnson knew the real number was much lower.
Most of those rounds had been fired at extreme range or in deflection shots.
When Hellcat pilots got good shooting positions, the API rounds were incredibly efficient.
One pilot had destroyed a 190 with just 23 rounds counted from his gun camera footage.
23 explosive bullets to delete a fighter from existence.
The German pilots were breaking.
Not physically, they still flew, still fought when cornered, but psychologically the API rounds had broken their spirit.
Veterans who had survived four years of war were requesting transfers to ground units.
New pilots hearing the stories flew their first missions already defeated.
The Hellcat had become a boogeyman.
Its explosive bullets the stuff of nightmares.
Lieutenant Wilhelm Hoffman from H Highleberg wrote his last letter home on November 2nd, 1944.
He’d been flying for two years, had 12 victories, had survived being shot down three times.
But he knew his luck was running out.
The Americans had too many planes, too many pilots, and those damned explosive bullets.
He wrote to his wife that dying didn’t frighten him.
But the way pilots died now did.
Burned alive by incendiary bullets, blown apart by explosive impacts, deleted from existence in seconds.
There was no honor in it, no chance for skill to matter, just industrial death delivered by flying trucks carrying explosive ammunition.
Hoffman died two days later, caught by four Hellcats while trying to attack a straggling B17.
The API rounds found his 109’s fuel tank, the explosive impacts and incendiary compound, creating an instant inferno.
He was probably dead before his fighter hit the ground, but the intelligence officers who examined the wreckage couldn’t be sure.
The API rounds had been too thorough, leaving only burned fragments and melted metal.
By December 1944, the Luftwaffa was finished as an effective fighting force.
They still had aircraft, still had pilots, but they no longer had the will to face Hellcats and their explosive ammunition.
On December 17th, during the Battle of the Bulge, the Luftwaffa launched its last major offensive operation, nearly 1,000 sorties in support of the German ground offensive.
They ran into a wall of American fighters, including four squadrons of Hellcats.
The results were predictable and catastrophic.
The Hellcats shot down 39 German aircraft while losing only two of their own.
The API rounds turned the sky over the Arden into a shooting gallery.
German fighters fell burning from the sky, destroyed by explosive bullets that turned near misses into kills, grazing hits into fatal damage.
One Hellcat pilot, Lieutenant Frank Peterson from Seattle, shot down four German fighters in six minutes, expending only 320 rounds total.
The API ammunition made every burst count.
Captain James Mitchell from Atlanta flew his last combat mission on Christmas Eve 1944.
He’d been flying Hellcats for 10 months, had 19 confirmed kills, all with API ammunition.
On this mission, escorting bombers to Frankfurt, his squadron encountered what was left of JG7, Germany’s first jet fighter unit flying MI262s.
The jets were faster than anything the Americans had, capable of 540 mph, but they still had to slow down to aim and fire at bombers, and that’s when the Hellcats struck.
Mitchell caught a 262 just as it completed its firing pass on a B17.
The jet pilot tried to accelerate away, but Mitchell had positioned himself perfectly, already in firing position as the jet crossed his nose.
He fired a 4-se secondond burst, 160 rounds of API ammunition.
At 600 mph of closure speed, the 262 flew through a wall of explosive bullets.
The effect was spectacular and terrible.
The 262’s thin aluminum skin offered no protection against API rounds.
The port engine exploded as dozens of rounds detonated inside it.
The cockpit section was riddled with explosive impacts.
The pilot killed instantly by multiple API rounds detonating inside the pressurized cockpit.
The starboard wing separated when explosive bullets destroyed the main spar.
The tail section fell off independently.
What had been Germany’s most advanced fighter became several tons of burning wreckage falling on Frankfurt suburbs.
The war in Europe had four months left, but for practical purposes, the Luftwaffa was already dead.
The combination of Hellcats and API ammunition had created an impossible situation.
German fighters couldn’t dogfight the heavily armed and armored Hellcats.
They couldn’t run from them.
The Hellcat was fast enough to catch anything in a dive.
They couldn’t absorb damage from API rounds that exploded on impact.
Every engagement was potentially fatal.
Every burst of those explosive bullets a possible death sentence.
January 14th, 1945.
Lieutenant Robert Brown from Phoenix led 12 Hellcats on a fighter sweep over Munich.
They found no aerial opposition.
The Luftwaffa fields below were full of aircraft lined up in neat rows, but none took off to fight.
Brown led his squadron in a strafing attack.
Their API rounds turning parked aircraft into burning wreckage.
Each pass destroyed dozens of fighters and bombers.
The explosive bullets cooking off ammunition, igniting fuel, turning aluminum into smoke and flame.
The German ground crews could only watch.
They’d spent months maintaining those aircraft, keeping them ready for pilots who no longer wanted to fly them.
The explosive American bullets made resistance pointless.
One mechanic interviewed after the war said watching Hellcats strafe with API rounds was like watching the devil’s own thunderstorm.
Each bullet impact was lightning, burning, exploding, destroying.
In 10 minutes, the Americans destroyed what it had taken years to build.
The end came with a whimper, not a bang.
By March 1945, Hellcat pilots were having trouble finding targets.
The Luftvafa had essentially ceased to exist.
Its pilots dead, captured, or hiding.
Its aircraft destroyed or grounded for lack of fuel.
The API rounds had been almost too effective, destroying not just machines, but the will to fly them.
Lieutenant David Anderson from Columbus flew his last mission on April 20th, 1945.
His squadron swept over southern Germany, searching for any remaining Luftvafa activity.
They found nothing.
Empty airfields, burned hangers, wrecked fighters pushed to the sides of runways.
The war was effectively over.
The explosive bullets that had seemed like science fiction a year earlier had helped end the Luftwaffa’s resistance.
Anderson had started flying Hellcats in January 1944 when German pilots still laughed at the ungainainely American fighters.
He’d fired his first API rounds in March, watched his first German fighter explode from their impact.
In 13 months, he’d shot down 22 enemy aircraft, all with API ammunition.
He’d averaged 54 rounds per kill, a testament to the explosive bullets effectiveness.
May 8th, 1945, VE Day.
The war in Europe was over.
The Hellcats had played their part.
Their API rounds helping to sweep the Luftvafa from the skies.
The statistics were staggering.
Hellcat squadrons in Europe had shot down over 400 German aircraft while losing fewer than 40 of their own.
The average ammunition expenditure per kill with API rounds was 96 rounds compared to over 400 with conventional ammunition.
But the numbers only told part of the story.
The psychological impact of API ammunition had been profound.
German pilots who had faced death fearlessly for years had been broken by bullets that exploded on impact.
Veterans had refused to fly.
New pilots had surrendered rather than face those explosive rounds.
The Hellcat that mocked flying truck had become the Luftwaffa’s nightmare.
Master Sergeant Tom Williams from Cleveland had loaded API ammunition for the entire European campaign.
He’d personally supervised the loading of over 2 million rounds, each one a potential German fighter destroyed, a potential American bomber saved.
After the war, he met a former Luftwaffa pilot at a veterans reunion in 1965.
The German Hans Miller had survived being shot down by a Hellcat, firing API rounds.
He told Williams that the explosive bullets had been the most terrifying weapon he’d faced.
Not because they killed everything in war killed, but because of how they killed instantly, completely.
Finally, the Hellcat’s reputation followed it home.
Navy pilots who had never flown in Europe heard the stories.
The explosive bullets that turned fighters into confetti.
The German aces who ran rather than fight.
The way enemy aircraft simply came apart under API fire.
It became legend.
Part of the Hellcat’s mystique.
Colonel Robert Johnson, who had commanded Hellcats in Europe, wrote in his memoirs about the API ammunition.
He called it the most significant advance in fighter arament of the war.
Not radar, not jet engines, not better gun sights, explosive bullets.
They had turned every pilot into a marksman.
Every burst into a potential destruction.
The Germans had better planes in many ways, better trained pilots early in the war, better tactics, but they couldn’t overcome bullets that exploded on impact.
The technical reports told the scientific side.
API rounds combined three killing mechanisms in one bullet.
The incendiary compound created intense heat, starting fires, igniting fuel and hydraulic fluid.
The explosive impact damaged structure far beyond the bullet’s diameter, creating holes many times larger than conventional rounds.
The armor-piercing core continued through, ensuring penetration even of armored components.
Together, they created synergistic destruction that no aircraft could withstand.
Lieutenant William Davis from San Antonio had flown Hellcats with both conventional and API ammunition.
The difference, he said, was like switching from a sledgehammer to a cutting torch.
Conventional rounds beat aircraft to death, requiring hundreds of hits to ensure destruction.
API rounds dissected them, each impact precisely destructive, surgically lethal.
He’d shot down a 109 with 17 API rounds counted from his gun camera.
17 explosive bullets to turn a fighter into burning scrap.
The cost had been significant.
API ammunition cost three times as much as conventional rounds.
The special manufacturing process, the incendiary compounds, the hardened penetrator cores, all added expense, but the effectiveness made it worthwhile.
One Hellcat with API rounds was worth three with conventional ammunition.
The Navy calculated that API ammunition had saved over 200 American bombers and their crews, worth far more than the extra cost of explosive bullets.
The Germans had tried to develop their own explosive machine gun rounds, but never succeeded in mass production.
They had excellent cannon ammunition, but cannon had lower rates of fire, less ammunition capacity.
The American solution, making every 50 caliber bullet a tiny bomb, proved more effective.
Six guns firing 800 rounds per minute each, all with explosive bullets, created a volume of destruction no cannon could match.
The Hellcat went on to serve in the Pacific, where its API rounds proved equally effective against Japanese aircraft, but it was in European skies that the combination reached its deadliest potential.
German fighters were tougher than Japanese planes, their pilots often more experienced.
It took something special to dominate them completely.
The API rounds were that, something special.
Years after the war, aviation historians would debate the Hellcat’s role in Europe.
It was never as numerous as the Mustang or Thunderbolt.
It was on loan from the Navy, a temporary solution to a fighter shortage, but pound-for-pound, bullet forbullet, it might have been the most effective fighter in European skies.
Not because of speed or maneuverability or altitude performance, but because of those explosive bullets that turned every burst into potential annihilation.
The German pilots who survived never forgot.
At a reunion in Munich in 1975, elderly Luftvafa veterans still spoke of Hellcats with respect and fear.
The American flying trucks with bullets that exploded.
Several admitted they had nightmares for years after the war.
Dreams of their aircraft lighting up with explosive impacts coming apart in the air.
The API rounds had killed their friends, destroyed their squadrons, ended their air force.
But more than that, the explosive bullets had killed their confidence, their belief that skill and courage could overcome material disadvantage.
One veteran, former Major Eric Schultz, gave a speech at that reunion.
He said the Hellcat with API rounds represented everything they had feared about American industrial might.
Not just the ability to build thousands of aircraft, but the ability to make every bullet special, every round a precision weapon.
The Germans had fought with skill and courage.
The Americans had fought with explosive bullets and flying tanks.
The outcome was never really in doubt.
The last combat veteran Hellcat pilot to fly in Europe, Admiral James Patterson, died in 2003.
In his final interview, he was asked about the API ammunition.
He smiled and said it was like cheating, but in war, everyone cheats if they can.
The explosive bullets had saved his life dozen times over, saved his wingmen, saved bomber crews he was protecting.
Every time he squeezed the trigger and watched a German fighter come apart in a shower of explosive impacts, he thought of American boys who would make it home because of those special bullets.
The Hellcat itself was retired from frontline service in 1954, replaced by jets that flew twice as fast, climbed three times as quickly.
But the lesson of API ammunition lived on.
Modern fighter cannons fire explosive rounds as standard.
Every bullet is special, engineered for maximum destruction.
The technology has advanced, but the principle remains.
Why just poke holes when you can blow things apart? Looking back 75 years later, the story of Hellcats and API rounds in Europe seems almost quaint.
Modern air combat happens at supersonic speeds with missiles fired from beyond visual range.
But in 1944, it was revolutionary.
Bullets that exploded on impact.
Fighters tough enough to deliver them and survive counterattack.
Together, they changed air combat forever.
The German pilot who laughed at the Hellcat in March 1944 was wrong about everything.
It wasn’t slow.
It was fast enough.
It wasn’t clumsy.
It turned inside anything German.
It wasn’t weak.
It could absorb punishment that would destroy any Axis fighter.
And those 50 caliber guns weren’t pop guns with API ammunition.
They were six explosive bullet hoses that could delete a fighter from existence in seconds.
The Hellcat’s European service was brief, less than 18 months from first combat to wars end.
But in that time, it proved that sometimes the unglamorous solution is the best solution.
Not the fastest fighter or the highest flying or the best looking, but the toughest, most reliable, most heavily armed.
And when that armament consisted of explosive bullets that detonated on impact, turning every hit into a catastrophic event, the result was aerial dominance.
The numbers tell one story.
412 confirmed kills against 37 losses.
10:1 kill ratios in some battles.
Entire Luftwaffa squadrons refusing to engage.
But the human story is more complex.
Young men, American and German, fighting and dying in aluminum tubes 5 miles above the Earth.
The API rounds made that dying quicker, perhaps more merciful than slowly burning conventional ammunition.
But they also made it more certain.
Once those explosive bullets found you, survival was unlikely.
In the end, the Hellcat and its API ammunition represented American warfare at its most practical.
Not elegant, not sophisticated, just utterly effective.
Build the toughest fighter possible.
Arm it with the most destructive ammunition available.
Train farm boys to fly it.
Send them to war.
Let industrial might and explosive bullets do what courage alone couldn’t.
The German pilots stopped laughing at the Hellcat very quickly.
By summer 1944, they were running from it.
By winter, they were grounded rather than face it.
The flying truck with explosive bullets had won through sheer brutal efficiency.
Every burst was potentially lethal.
Every pilot was dangerous.
Every engagement could be your last.
War is terrible.
And the API rounds made it more terrible in some ways, turning aircraft into crematoriums, giving pilots no chance to escape, but they also helped end the war faster, destroyed the Luftwafa’s will to fight, saved Allied lives.
The moral calculus of warfare is never clean.
The Hellcat and its explosive bullets were just another variable in that equation, one that happened to favor the Allies overwhelmingly.
Today, recovered Hellcats fly at air shows.
Their powerful engines shaking the ground, their stubby wings knifing through the air.
They carry no ammunition, explosive or otherwise.
The crowd see them as symbols of victory, of American industrial might, of the greatest generation’s triumph.
They don’t think about API rounds turning German boys into smoke and flame.
They don’t imagine the terror of facing bullets that explode on impact.
Perhaps that’s for the best.
The Hellcat did its job.
Did it well, then retired to history.
The API ammunition evolved into modern explosive rounds.
The lessons were learned.
The war was won.
The world moved on.
But for a brief moment in 1944 and 1945, the combination of Grumman’s flying truck and America’s explosive bullets ruled European skies.
Absolutely.
The German pilots who laughed at the Hellcat learned the hardest lesson of warfare.
It doesn’t matter what a weapon looks like.
It matters what it does.
And what the Hellcat did with its 650s loaded with API rounds was destroy completely, efficiently, finally.
The laughter stopped when the explosion started.
By the time the war ended, nobody was laughing at all.
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