(This is my review, published in the December 2019 edition of Naval History Magazine)
I read Dogfight over Tokyo, John Wukovits’ new book, with anticipation. Four years ago, in the run-up to the 70th anniversary of VJ-day, I wrote a magazine feature about the same event.
I managed then to locate and interview two surviving Fighting Squadron (VF) 88 veterans—Bill Watkinson (now age 97) and Herb Wood (who died in 2017). Neither Bill nor Herb flew that ill-starred early morning 15 August 1945 mission, but each had shared the same conflicted emotions of risking death in the Pacific war’s closing days, hours, and minutes.
Time and space did not permit me to adequately delve into the lives of Howard M. “Howdy” Harrison, Wright C. “Billy” Hobbs Jr., Eugene E. “Mandy” Mandeberg, and Joseph G. “Joe” Sahloff. Now, in reading Dogfight over Tokyo, I was eager to learn more about them.
At the same time, there also were some apprehensions—beginning with the title. I knew from my own research that the documented details of the subject dogfight were scant at best. Indeed, the action occupies scarcely more than four pages of Wukovits’ 300-page narrative. This may disappoint some readers. Moreover, the subtitle’s assertion that these were “The Last Four Men to Die in World War II” is likely misleading. Wukovits explains early on that he uses that description in the narrow sense that Harrison, Hobbs, Mandeberg, and Sahloff were the last men killed while [emphasis mine] conducting a wartime mission.” A more apt hedge would be that they were probably the last U.S. naval aviators killed while conducting a wartime mission.
A bigger apprehension was that Dogfight over Tokyo might turn hagiographic. Each of the four aviators was courageous but each also fell victim to tragic happenstance. A fundamental truth about the fateful mission is that Hobbs and Mandeberg were “nugget” aviators thrust unexpectedly into the vortex of aerial dogfighting.
As Wukovits makes abundantly clear, Air Group 88’s airmen (whether flying Hellcats, Corsairs, Avengers, or Helldivers) almost exclusively confronted murderous Japanese flak from below rather than Japanese fighters from above. Employing this bigger frame of reference occasionally slows Dogfight over Tokyo with repetitious passages but also adds nuance and context.
A final apprehension concerns accountability. A tragedy of this dimension demands a villain. Would it be the deceitful Japanese? The uncaring top brass who needlessly dispatched Harrison-Hobbs-Mandeberg-Sahloff toward doom? Wukovits settles on Third Fleet Commander-in-Chief Admiral William F. Halsey. Long a Halsey admirer, Wukovits explains how he took “pains to ensure a fair evaluation.” In the end, however, “This book required me to portray him as less heroic, because that is how the aviators of Air Group 88 saw him.”
Wukovits’ explanation may well do service to his narrative arc. At the same time, it skirts historical accuracy—and “Bull” Halsey’s obligation to defend the Third Fleet.
The war’s finale was replete with blows and counterblows. On 8 August, Herb Wood’s combat air patrol (CAP) downed two would-be kamikazes. Three days later, off Okinawa, a single Japanese aircraft torpedoed the battleship Pennsylvania (BB-38), killing 20 men and wounding many more. On 13 August, air strikes destroyed an estimated 400 planes parked on fields near Tokyo while CAPs downed 19 more at sea.
In hopes of avoiding further bloodshed and loss, VF-88 Hellcats were ordered to “stand-down” at 0645 on 15 August. But what if they—and other Allied aircraft—had instead continued their strikes? Might they have prevented—or sidestepped—the aerial ambush that claimed Harrison, Hobbs, Mandeberg, and Sahloff?
That is pure speculation—and likewise skirts historical accuracy. But consider this: It was not until 1600 on 16 August 1945, roughly 35 hours after the U.S. Navy stopped all offensive operations, that Hirohito’s cease-fire order finally went out to Japanese forces.
Wukovits determined early on that locating sufficient information on two of the four aviators would be crucial to the viability of his narrative—a high bar to vault, given the 75 intervening years.
In the end, thanks to meticulous research and the indispensable cooperation of the Hobbs and Mandeberg families, Wukovits succeeds. His book is rich with family lore and reminiscences supplemented by a trove of contemporaneous letters, diaries, and hometown newspaper accounts. It is this tapestry blending the personal and the historical that makes Dogfight over Tokyo compelling.