Valor Friday

The Last Man Standing by Heinz Krebs

The above is an artist’s rendering of what a lone survivor looks like. The plane is “Squawkin’ Chicken”, a Boeing B-17G Flying Fortress, and on one April day in 1944 it was the only plane from its squadron to return. They set out on a mission with hundreds of other bombers.

The mission was especially perilous as they were attacking the German industrial city of Schweinfurt. Ultimately the mission would be considered a failure. They’d planned to cripple the German aircraft industry. While they did inflict heavy damage, it was at a massive loss to the attackers. They lost many aircraft that day, with many more damaged beyond repair.

Squawkin’ Chicken, piloted by Capt. Dewayne “Ben” Bennett and crew were the only Fort’ to make it back home. Imagine watching as everyone you’ve served alongside was simply…gone. They knew the odds weren’t in their favor, at this point in the war it was, after all, a statistical impossibility that airmen would ever make it past the 25 mission threshold to be rotated out of theater. They knew that some planes wouldn’t return, but all of them? Inconceivable.

I always say that nobody sets out on a mission thinking they’re not coming back. Even when it’s a suicide mission, every man tells himself, “Well it’s sure gonna suck when all these fellas don’t make it, but I’m coming back.” The Schweinfurt Raid was a sobering reminder to just how tenuous the grip the men of the 8th Air Force had upon living.

Vintage Aviation News has Bennett’s story;

In the annals of World War II aviation, few stories capture both the peril and the ingenuity of the air war over Europe as vividly as that of the 8th Air Force. His life was marked by courage, resilience, and a touch of unorthodox inventiveness that earned him and his crew a place in wartime lore.

Training a Pilot

Bennett’s journey began like that of many young airmen of his generation. After pre-flight training in Santa Ana, California, he progressed through the Army Air Forces’ rigorous pilot program: Primary at Thunderbird II in Phoenix, Basic at Marana near Tucson, and Advanced at Douglas, Arizona. He trained in the Stearman, the BT-13 “Vultee Vibrator,” and the UC-78 “Bamboo Bomber” before earning his wings in August 1943 as part of Class 43-H. Sent to Roswell, New Mexico, for B-17 transition training, Bennett spent nine intense weeks mastering the Flying Fortress before being assigned as first pilot. In Salt Lake City, he assembled his crew—nine young men who would become his brothers in arms, including co-pilot Paul Spiers, bombardier Eugene Burcham, engineer Jim Holland, and radio operator Mike Perrone. Together, they were entrusted with a brand-new B-17G, christened the Squawkin’ Chicken.

Schweinfurt: April 13, 1944

Daylight bombing raids over Germany in 1944 were among the most dangerous missions of the war. On April 13, Bennett’s squadron of the 384th Bomb Group was dispatched to strike the heavily defended ball-bearing factories at Schweinfurt, a target notorious among bomber crews. “The fighters came in straight ahead and above,” Bennett later recalled. “They rolled upside down, firing at nearly 500 miles per hour, then split-S’d back to attack again.” Within minutes, the Luftwaffe’s FW-190s and Me-109s tore into the formation. Flak over the target added to the carnage. One by one, B-17s were shot down in flames. By the time the bombs were released, Bennett looked around and realized that his was the only Fortress from the 545th Squadron still flying. For more than two hours, Squawkin’ Chicken fought its way back to England, battered and alone, fending off repeated attacks and witnessing the loss of comrades all around. Near the Channel coast, a wingman exploded in mid-air from a direct flak hit—a vision that haunted Bennett for the rest of his life. Somehow, he and his crew survived, returning to base as the “last men standing.”

The “Toilet Stool Ace”

Bennett’s wartime service was not only marked by survival but also by unconventional ingenuity. German fighters often exploited damaged or empty ball turrets, attacking from below where B-17s were vulnerable. Bennett and his crew devised an unusual countermeasure: jellied gasoline, thickened with clay and sorghum syrup, dropped from the bomb bay and ignited by tracer fire. The idea evolved when waist gunner Verlin Gale suggested adapting a toilet stool with a water tank as a crude dispersal device. Rigged with a cable to the cockpit, it could “flush” the flaming mixture all at once. On May 13, 1944, during a mission to Stettin, they tested the system. As a Me-109 closed in from below, Bennett pulled the wire, releasing a torrent of burning fuel. The German fighter was engulfed, forcing the pilot to bail out. Over time, the crew claimed five victories with their improvised weapon, proudly painting small toilet symbols beneath the cockpit and earning the tongue-in-cheek title “The Toilet Stool Aces.” Not everyone found it amusing. Their commanding officer, enraged that his personal latrine had been requisitioned for the cause, ordered the contraption removed. Bennett was reprimanded for “disgracing the officer corps” and, adding insult to injury, was assigned an extra mission, bringing his total to 31 instead of the usual 30.

Reflections on Service

Despite the hardships, Bennett and his men completed their tour and returned home. His combination of grit, humor, and creativity left an indelible mark on those who knew him. Later in life, he shared his memories with fellow veterans and visitors at the Pima Air and Space Museum in Arizona, where his storytelling kept history alive for a new generation. Capt. Dewayne “Ben” Bennett passed away on March 10, 2011. Remembered as both a warrior and a wit, his legacy endures through stories of Schweinfurt, the Squawkin’ Chicken, and the unforgettable “toilet stool defense.” His life stands as a testament to the resilience and inventiveness of the young men who flew the Flying Fortress across hostile skies.

Category: Air Force, Historical, Valor, We Remember, WWII