Dec 7, 1941. 0915 local time. Naval Intelligence Office, 15th Naval District Headquarters, Balboa, Panama Canal Zone.
“I got the daily log of
Chitose doing her radio check and position report,” said South American Analyst Lieutenant Geraldo Reyes. “Decoded.”
“Uh-huh,” responded his superior Lt. Commander Dale Cooper, his voice entirely lacking in enthusiasm. This daily report had become something of a running joke with the men, as the Japanese Navy seaplane carrier crawled across the southern Pacific at a snail’s pace. “Where is she now?”
“240 Nautical Miles east of where she was yesterday,” this was no revelation. The carrier kept a constant speed of 10 knots, conserving her fuel across the vast ocean. “22 degrees 26 minutes South by 106 degrees 17 minutes West. So about 350 Nautical Miles North North-East of Easter Island. That was the position
Chitose reported, and it is confirmed by direction finding.”
“I sent a cable to Captain Brown on
USS Richmond two days ago,” said Cooper. “Captain John Brown. Glory Halleluiah.
Richmond is on her way to Valparaiso right now. Brown intends to refuel and head west to meet
Chitose as soon as she enters the Neutrality Zone west of the Juan Fernandez Islands. They should meet December 10 or shortly after.
Richmond carries a pair of SOC Seagull float planes, so she can scout a 600 mile diameter circle. Then we can shadow
Chitose wherever she goes.”
“So, as screwy as this Mavis delivery to Argentina sounds,” said Reyes, “It looks like they are at least doing what they said.”
“Yeah, looks like they are,” Cooper agreed, “So far.”
***
1143 hours. US Army Signals Corps SCR-271 Radar Station, Taboga Island, Pacific Ocean on the south coast of Panama.
“Is that something there?”
“Where?”
“I thought I saw a contact, to the west, over the mountains. But now it’s not there anymore.”
“Range and bearing?”
The other operator answered, as best he could, at a contact that was no longer registering. “About 70 miles, 300 degrees, give or take…”
“That is well inside the Republic of Panama. And that bearing has us looking right over top of La Chorrera Field. 30th Pursuit Squadron is based there, since last month, with whatever supply and liaison flights support them.”
The two operators adjusted the equipment, and watched carefully for the next few minutes. “Nothing now. Should we call it in?”
“Nah.”
***
December 7, 1204 hours. Office of the Governor, Administration Building, Quarry Heights, Canal Zone.
The office of the Governor was not open on Sunday, but some staff was nevertheless in the office, catching up on the heavy workload created by the war preparations. As it turned out, the junior clerk was the ranking officer in the building at this hour, and so he was delivered the diplomatic telegram that had arrived at the Communications Office.
It read: “The government of Ecuador wishes to lodge a protest against unannounced flights by American aircraft over Ecuadorean airspace, and unannounced landing by American seaplanes in Ecuadorean territorial waters this Sunday December 7th. We are aware that a treaty is being negotiated to allow American military aircraft to use the Galapagos Islands and other specified areas of sovereign Ecuadorean territory for aerodromes. Until these treaties are finalized and ratified by our respective governments, we require, as per the existing temporary agreement, that each and every visit by American aircraft be announced and approved through the appropriate channels.
Without prejudice,
Enrique Zambrano,
Ecuadorean Foreign Ministry, Department of Inter-American Affairs.
“What is he talking about?” asked the clerk, but none of the other staff had any idea either.
“I will make sure the Director gets this tomorrow. He can talk to the Air Force or the Navy or whoever.”
***
1210 hours. US Army Air Force Operations Center, Albrook Field, Balboa, Canal Zone
“Hello, this is Sergeant Ormsby at the Canal Police headquarters. We just received a call from the Panamanian National Police. A truck driver reported he thought he saw an airplane falling out of the sky in flames, at about 11:45 this morning. The trucker said he was between El Prado and Tolé, in Veraguas Province, and the plane fell well to the north of his location. We thought it might be one of yours.”
“Thank you, Sergeant,” said the duty officer. “Did you get a latitude and longitude, or a distance in miles from his location?”
“No. Sorry,” replied the Police sergeant. “That is the best I’ve got. The story was already third hand by the time I heard it.” He hung up the phone.
The duty officer stood up and called over to the Communications desk. “We need to send a Notice to Airmen. Be on the lookout for an air crash in the general area of…” he looked at the big map on the wall “80 degrees – 15 minutes north by 34 degrees – 58 minutes west. There was apparently a fire. And we should call to see if aircraft are missing. Radio checks all round.”
“There is a B-18 from the 74th Bombardment Squadron on coastal patrol in that area,” said the communications officer. “I can send them inland to look for a wreck. I will get in touch with Pan Am to see if they have anyone overflying. Or, I guess if they are missing anyone.”
***
1212 hours. US Army Coastal Artillery AA Searchlight Battery. Co-located with Battery G, 72nd AA Regiment, Gatun Dam.
“I can hear an aircraft out there,” said the sound locator truck operator. “To the south west.” He pivoted the giant sound accumulating horn apparatus several points to the left. “Definitely something. I am at the limit of my range, but I can hear a plane.” He listened intently for another minute. “It sounds like it is circling. Oh… Now I hear two.” He got the attention of the phone talker. “Call Fort Sherman, tell them to see what they can get on the radar. The contact is at 225 degrees from our position.”
***
1220 hours. US Army Signals Corps SCR-271 Radar Station, Fort Sherman, Caribbean Sea on the north coast of Panama.
“A sound locator on Gatun Dam says they can hear an aircraft circling at 225 degrees from him. He wants a confirmation. Rotate the antenna to train.” There was a whining sound and the 30 foot tall flat cage antenna slowly pivoted as its electric motor swung the turntable around.
“Yep, there they are. Two contacts just west of Gatun Lake. Range Nineteen Nautical Miles. Now twenty. Looks like they are circling. Oh, there is another one at thirty-nine miles.” He called out some numbers and another technician marked the contacts down on the plotting table. “And looking at the filed flight plans we have…” The operator rustled through a stack of paperwork, “Nothing. Nobody is supposed to be there right now. Better call up Albrook Field and have them dispatch an inspection flight.”
***
1224 hours. US Army Air Force Operations Center, Albrook Field.
“Hi guys, this is Pan American Airlines Albrook Field, just across the way. Our 11:40 flight out of Panama City was due to arrive at David at 12:10, but is now overdue. We can’t raise them on the radio. Last contact was at 11:20 when they were over Santiago. I was hoping you can put out an NTA, and maybe get some of your aircraft to go look and see.”
***
1225 hours. US Army Air Force Operations Center, Albrook Field.
“The radar operators at Fort Sherman have a couple of flying contacts that need an inspection flight. Sound the alert.” A bell rang in the pilot’s mess of the 24th Pursuit Squadron.
The two pilots who were doing their rotation on alert duty sat playing cards in their flight suits and Mae Wests. When the bell rang, they grabbed their parachutes and jogged out to the waiting pair of P-40C Warhawks. The mechanics performed the starting procedure and the Allison V-12 engines roared into life, snorting and blowing flames from their fishtail exhausts stacks. Each aircraft had the leaping tiger squadron emblem painted on their engine cowlings, and was fitted with a centerline drop tank to extend their patrol range. The fighter planes trundled down the concrete apron out to the runway, their engine notes rose to take off pitch, and were both airborne by 1238 hours. Then they banked to the north, in the direction of Gatun Lake and Colon City.
***
1230 hours. US Army Signals Corps SCR-271 Radar Station, Fort Sherman
“Oh, where did those contacts go? They just disappeared.”
***
1246 hours.
The two P-40s from 24th Pursuit Squadron, flying a direct path from Albrook Field, arrived over the west end of Lake Gatun, where they had been vectored, and found empty sky.
Neutrality Zone
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