The “GLITCHED” B-29 That Was Rammed Twice… And Became a Fighter Ace

In the frozen, oxygen starved void 30,000 ft above Tokyo, the rules of war usually come down to physics.

But on January 27th, 1945, the laws of physics took a backseat to something else.

Pure, stubborn defiance.

Staff Sergeant Robert Chen was 22 years old.

He was the youngest gunner in his group, tucked away in the central fire control station of a B29 Superfortress nicknamed Aquare 52.

Through his plexiglass bubble, the sky wasn’t blue.

It was a chaotic tapestry of black flack bursts and silver streaks.

Below him sat Tokyo.

Above him sat 40 elite Japanese interceptors.

And within the next hour, Chen would witness a sequence of events so statistically impossible that even the military brass would struggle to believe his report.

This is the story of the mission where a single bomber was rammed twice, lost.

By early 1945, the Japanese high command had realized that shooting down a B-29 was nearly impossible.

The Superfortress was a high-tech marvel that flew higher and faster than most Japanese fighters could reach.

So they stopped trying to outshoot the Americans and started using desperation mathematics.

The math was simple.

One $600,000 bomber, 11 highly trained crewmen, and six tons of high explosives versus one single engine fighter pilot.

The Japanese formed the Shoki or Devil Queller units.

Their mission wasn’t just to dog fight.

It was to ram.

After their ammunition was gone, they were ordered to turn their aircraft into human guided missiles.

As a square 52 crossed the coast at noon, Robert Chen saw the first spec.

It was a Nakajima Ki44 climbing vertically like a rocket.

Chen’s hands were steady on his remote controls.

He wasn’t pulling a trigger on a gun.

He was using a high-tech analog computer to slave four different turrets to his eyes.

But at -50°, the future of warfare was starting to freeze.

The first kill came easy.

A KI44 dove from too high, and Chen tracked it, leading the target by instinct.

A 3-second burst of armor-piercing incendiaries turned the fighter’s engine into a fireball.

But then the formation entered the bomb run.

For 6 minutes, the bombers had to fly straight and level.

No dodging, no weaving, just a 300 mph target held in place by the Nordon bomb site.

Seeing the vulnerability, two Japanese pilots committed to the math.

They dived from 10 high.

Ignore the wall of lead coming from the American formation.

Chen watched one pilot through his sight.

He wasn’t breaking off.

He was accelerating.

At 12:22 p.m., the impact sounded like a steel hammer hitting a locomotive boiler.

The fighter’s propeller chewed through a square 52’s number three engine cowling.

Metal shrieked.

The B29 yawed violently as the propeller tore free and tumbled into space.

The fighter cartw wheeled over the bomber’s back and disintegrated.

Three more fighters broke from the pack to finish the job.

Chen was now fighting for his life.

His targeting computer flickering offline as hydraulic fluid sprayed from severed lines in the wing.

He manually tracked the attackers, downing his fifth and sixth targets with short, disciplined bursts.

Then came the second outlier.

A KI44 appeared at three high.

Its guns were silent.

The pilot had expended his ammunition and decided his life was a fair trade for the bomber.

He didn’t bank or He pointed his nose directly at the cockpit.

Chen swung his upper turret hard right, the mechanical stops screaming.

Tracers stitched across the fighter’s fuselage, but the devil queller kept coming.

Impact.

The fighter struck the number one engine.

The propeller disintegrated, sending shrapnel through the left wing and rupturing the fuel tank.

Aviation gas sprayed into the sky like a white mist.

A square 52 was now falling through 18,000 ft, flying on only two engines.

Most crews would have bailed out, but the math of the Pacific was different.

Below them was the ocean, and behind them was an enemy that gave no quarter.

As the bomber continued to fall, a third wave of 12 fighters closed in.

They saw a crippled, smoking wreck with a jammed rudder and assumed it was an easy kill.

They were wrong.

Robert Chen and his crew turned the unpressurized, frozen interior of a square 52 into a fortress.

Chen scrambled from the central fire control to the rear blister, taking over the guns of a wounded crew mate.

With no computer assistance and no hydraulic boost, he used pure physical strength to traverse the twin50 caliber guns.

Target after target entered his sights.

One fighter’s wing folded.

Another’s canopy shattered.

A third’s tail rudder simply ceased to exist.

At 12,000 ft, the fighting stopped.

The Japanese fighters, low on fuel, turned back.

But a square 52’s nightmare was just beginning.

The navigator laid out the brutal truth.

Saipan was 1,512 mi away.

They had one functioning engine, the number two.

Number four had been shut down to prevent a fire.

They had 9 hours of fuel for a flight that would take 11.

The outlier move.

The pilot ordered the crew to restart the damaged number four engine.

It ran without oil, screaming in mechanical agony, but it provided just enough thrust to level the plane at 10,000 ft.

It lasted exactly 28 minutes before seizing forever.

For the next 7 hours, the crew performed survival engineering.

They threw everything overboard, ammunition cans, tool kits, even their own survival gear.

Every pound lost was another minute of flight time.

The temperature inside the cabin dropped to minus40.

Chen removed his own heated flight suit liner to wrap it around his critically wounded friend who was slipping into shock.

They crossed the international date line in silence.

A one ghost dragging itself across the world’s largest ocean.

By 10 p.m.

they could see the runway lights of Saipan.

But as the pilot toggled the gear, the system error returned.

The right main gear, damaged by the ramming, refused to extend.

3 mi from the runway, the final engine, number two, quit completely.

Fuel exhaustion.

A square 52 became a 32 ton glider.

The pilot aimed the dark, powerless mass at the Coral Strip.

They hit the runway at 110 mph.

The left gear collapsed.

Metal screamed against coral, sending a 1,500 ft trail of sparks into the night.

When the dust settled, 10 of the 12 men climbed out of the wreck alive.

They had flown 1,512 mi on one engine.

They had survived two collisions.

They had rewritten the record books of aerial combat.

The Air Force declared a square 52 a total loss, but intelligence officers spent weeks debriefing the crew.

They couldn’t understand how a plane with that much structural damage had stayed in the air.

The story of Robert Chen and a square 52 reminds us that engineering has its limits, but human ciu, the refusal to quit, does not.

The Japanese tried to use desperation mathematics to erase a bomber, but they found out that some outliers are too big to be solved.

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What would you have done if you were Robert Chen? Would you have stayed at your post at -62°? In the frozen, oxygen starved void 30,000 ft above Tokyo, the rules of war usually come down to physics.

But on January 27th, 1945, the laws of physics took a backseat to something else.

Pure, stubborn defiance.

Staff Sergeant Robert Chen was 22 years old.

He was the youngest gunner in his group, tucked away in the central fire control station of a B29 Superfortress nicknamed Aquare 52.

Through his plexiglass bubble, the sky wasn’t blue.

It was a chaotic tapestry of black flack bursts and silver streaks.

Below him sat Tokyo.

Above him sat 40 elite Japanese interceptors.

And within the next hour, Chen would witness a sequence of events so statistically impossible that even the military brass would struggle to believe his report.

This is the story of the mission where a single bomber was rammed twice, lost.

By early 1945, the Japanese high command had realized that shooting down a B-29 was nearly impossible.

The Superfortress was a high-tech marvel that flew higher and faster than most Japanese fighters could reach.

So they stopped trying to outshoot the Americans and started using desperation mathematics.

The math was simple.

One $600,000 bomber, 11 highly trained crewmen, and six tons of high explosives versus one single engine fighter pilot.

The Japanese formed the Shoki or Devil Queller units.

Their mission wasn’t just to dog fight.

It was to ram.

After their ammunition was gone, they were ordered to turn their aircraft into human guided missiles.

As a square 52 crossed the coast at noon, Robert Chen saw the first spec.

It was a Nakajima Ki44 climbing vertically like a rocket.

Chen’s hands were steady on his remote controls.

He wasn’t pulling a trigger on a gun.

He was using a high-tech analog computer to slave four different turrets to his eyes.

But at -50°, the future of warfare was starting to freeze.

The first kill came easy.

A KI44 dove from too high, and Chen tracked it, leading the target by instinct.

A 3-second burst of armor-piercing incendiaries turned the fighter’s engine into a fireball.

But then the formation entered the bomb run.

For 6 minutes, the bombers had to fly straight and level.

No dodging, no weaving, just a 300 mph target held in place by the Nordon bomb site.

Seeing the vulnerability, two Japanese pilots committed to the math.

They dived from 10 high.

Ignore the wall of lead coming from the American formation.

Chen watched one pilot through his sight.

He wasn’t breaking off.

He was accelerating.

At 12:22 p.m., the impact sounded like a steel hammer hitting a locomotive boiler.

The fighter’s propeller chewed through a square 52’s number three engine cowling.

Metal shrieked.

The B29 yawed violently as the propeller tore free and tumbled into space.

The fighter cartw wheeled over the bomber’s back and disintegrated.

Three more fighters broke from the pack to finish the job.

Chen was now fighting for his life.

His targeting computer flickering offline as hydraulic fluid sprayed from severed lines in the wing.

He manually tracked the attackers, downing his fifth and sixth targets with short, disciplined bursts.

Then came the second outlier.

A KI44 appeared at three high.

Its guns were silent.

The pilot had expended his ammunition and decided his life was a fair trade for the bomber.

He didn’t bank or He pointed his nose directly at the cockpit.

Chen swung his upper turret hard right, the mechanical stops screaming.

Tracers stitched across the fighter’s fuselage, but the devil queller kept coming.

Impact.

The fighter struck the number one engine.

The propeller disintegrated, sending shrapnel through the left wing and rupturing the fuel tank.

Aviation gas sprayed into the sky like a white mist.

A square 52 was now falling through 18,000 ft, flying on only two engines.

Most crews would have bailed out, but the math of the Pacific was different.

Below them was the ocean, and behind them was an enemy that gave no quarter.

As the bomber continued to fall, a third wave of 12 fighters closed in.

They saw a crippled, smoking wreck with a jammed rudder and assumed it was an easy kill.

They were wrong.

Robert Chen and his crew turned the unpressurized, frozen interior of a square 52 into a fortress.

Chen scrambled from the central fire control to the rear blister, taking over the guns of a wounded crew mate.

With no computer assistance and no hydraulic boost, he used pure physical strength to traverse the twin50 caliber guns.

Target after target entered his sights.

One fighter’s wing folded.

Another’s canopy shattered.

A third’s tail rudder simply ceased to exist.

At 12,000 ft, the fighting stopped.

The Japanese fighters, low on fuel, turned back.

But a square 52’s nightmare was just beginning.

The navigator laid out the brutal truth.

Saipan was 1,512 mi away.

They had one functioning engine, the number two.

Number four had been shut down to prevent a fire.

They had 9 hours of fuel for a flight that would take 11.

The outlier move.

The pilot ordered the crew to restart the damaged number four engine.

It ran without oil, screaming in mechanical agony, but it provided just enough thrust to level the plane at 10,000 ft.

It lasted exactly 28 minutes before seizing forever.

For the next 7 hours, the crew performed survival engineering.

They threw everything overboard, ammunition cans, tool kits, even their own survival gear.

Every pound lost was another minute of flight time.

The temperature inside the cabin dropped to minus40.

Chen removed his own heated flight suit liner to wrap it around his critically wounded friend who was slipping into shock.

They crossed the international date line in silence.

A one ghost dragging itself across the world’s largest ocean.

By 10 p.m.

they could see the runway lights of Saipan.

But as the pilot toggled the gear, the system error returned.

The right main gear, damaged by the ramming, refused to extend.

3 mi from the runway, the final engine, number two, quit completely.

Fuel exhaustion.

A square 52 became a 32 ton glider.

The pilot aimed the dark, powerless mass at the Coral Strip.

They hit the runway at 110 mph.

The left gear collapsed.

Metal screamed against coral, sending a 1,500 ft trail of sparks into the night.

When the dust settled, 10 of the 12 men climbed out of the wreck alive.

They had flown 1,512 mi on one engine.

They had survived two collisions.

They had rewritten the record books of aerial combat.

The Air Force declared a square 52 a total loss, but intelligence officers spent weeks debriefing the crew.

They couldn’t understand how a plane with that much structural damage had stayed in the air.

The story of Robert Chen and a square 52 reminds us that engineering has its limits, but human ciu, the refusal to quit, does not.

The Japanese tried to use desperation mathematics to erase a bomber, but they found out that some outliers are too big to be solved.

If the story of the unbreakable bomber moved you, hit that like button.

It tells the algorithm that real heroism deserves to be seen.

Subscribe and turn on notifications.

We decode the most incredible military outliers every single week.

What would you have done if you were Robert Chen? Would you have stayed at your post atus 62°? Let us know in the comments below.

We read every single one.

What would you have done if you were Robert Chen? Would you have stayed at your post at -62°?