His plane was shredded and his body broken, yet, he kept firing until the Zeros vanished

At 05:30 on June 4th, 1942, First Lieutenant Daniel Iverson climbed into the cockpit of his Douglas SBD-2 Dauntless on Eastern Island, Midway Atoll. He was 26 years old and had been flying this specific aircraft for exactly nine days. Behind him sat Private First Class Wallace Reed, a 21-year-old who had never fired his .30-caliber machine gun in combat.

They were part of Marine Scout Bombing Squadron 241 (VMSB-241). Their mission: attack the heart of the Imperial Japanese Navy’s carrier strike force. Their odds: near zero. They were flying into a swarm of 108 Japanese aircraft, including the legendary Mitsubishi Zeros, piloted by veterans with years of experience. The Marines, by contrast, were mostly “green” pilots straight from flight school.

PART I: THE DIVING INFERNO

At 07:44, the radio crackled. The Japanese fleet had been spotted 180 miles northwest. Major Lofton Henderson led 16 Dauntlesses into the fray. As they approached, the sky turned black with anti-aircraft fire (flak).

Henderson selected the carrier Hiryu as the target. But before the dive could even begin, the Zeros struck. Henderson’s left wing erupted in flames; he rolled inverted and plunged into the sea. Iverson didn’t look back. He pushed his stick forward into a 70-degree dive, the Hiryu’s flight deck growing massive in his sights.

As Iverson plummeted, two Zeros locked onto his tail. Their 20mm cannons hammered the Dauntless. Reed swung his gun, tracers arching across the sky. At 800 feet, Iverson released his 1,000-pound bomb and pulled out. The G-forces were crushing, but the nightmare was just starting.

PART II: 219 HOLES

The pull-out from the dive made Iverson an easy target. Four Zeros swarmed him. Cannon shells punched through the aluminum skin, shredding the rudder cables and destroying the hydraulic system. One shell severed Iverson’s throat microphone cable—missing his neck by two inches. Another hit Reed in the foot, shattering bones.

“Oil sprayed across my windscreen, and I was flying blind for seconds,” Iverson later recalled. He looked back to see Reed slumped over, blood pooling in the rear cockpit. Reed gave a weak thumbs-up. He was still in the fight.

Iverson nursed the crippled bomber toward Midway at 140 knots. The engine was screaming, temperature gauges in the red. He had no hydraulics, meaning his landing gear wouldn’t extend. When he finally spotted Eastern Island, he pumped the emergency handle. Only the right main wheel dropped. He would have to land a shredded plane on one wheel and a prayer.

Iverson touched down at 90 knots. The left wing scraped the coral, the propeller struck the ground, and the aircraft slew sideways in a cloud of dust.

When the ground crew, led by Corporal Gasper Buffa, reached the plane, they stopped dead. The Dauntless was a skeleton of its former self. Buffa began to count the holes. 10… 50… 100… The final count was 219. * 110 hits in the fuselage.

• 68 in the wings.

• 41 in the tail.

• 3 holes through the engine cylinder block.

PART III: THE FRESHWATER MIRACLE

VMSB-241 lost 8 out of 16 planes that day. Major Henderson was gone. While the Marines didn’t sink a carrier, their sacrifice forced the Japanese to delay rearming their planes—a 30-minute window that allowed the Navy’s Enterprise and Yorktown bombers to strike the fatal blow that won the war.

Bureau Number 21106 was too damaged to fly again at Midway. In 1943, the Navy shipped it back to Pearl Harbor, installed a new engine, and sent it to Naval Air Station Glenview, Illinois. Its new mission: training carrier pilots on Lake Michigan.

On June 11, 1943, the plane’s luck finally ran out. Second Lieutenant Donald Douglas Jr. (son of the man who built the plane) misjudged his approach to the training carrier USS Sable. The Dauntless hit the water 50 feet short of the stern and sank into the dark, 38-degree depths.

PART IV: THE RESURRECTION

For 51 years, the “Midway survivor” sat upright on the soft silt of the lake bottom, 420 feet down. The cold, fresh water acted as a time capsule.

In 1994, a salvage team used side-scan sonar to locate the wreck. When the ROV cameras cleared the silt, they saw the number “6” on the fuselage and the tail number: 21106.

On August 16, 1994, the plane broke the surface for the first time in half a century. Water poured from the cockpit, and zebra mussels encrusted the propeller, but the patches Corporal Buffa had riveted onto those 219 holes in 1942 were still there.

EPILOGUE: THE BLOOD IN THE COCKPIT

During the seven-year restoration at the National Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola, technicians removed the rear seat cushion. Beneath it, they found a dark, rusted stain on the aluminum floor.

It was Wallace Reed’s blood. Fifty-seven years after the battle, the physical evidence of Reed’s sacrifice remained. The museum director decided to preserve the stain, covering it with the new cushion but documenting its existence for history. They also found 12 spent .30-caliber shell casings trapped between the seat and the fuselage—the last rounds Reed fired at the Zeros.

The Fate of the Heroes:

• Daniel Iverson: Survived Midway and Guadalcanal, but died in a mid-air training collision in Florida in 1944.

• Wallace Reed: Survived WWII but was killed in action in 1950 during the Inchon invasion of the Korean War.

• Bureau 21106: Stands today in Pensacola, Florida.

Today, visitors walk around the Mizpah and count the patches. It remains the only SBD-2 to survive the Battle of Midway, a 65,000-pound testament to the fact that while metal can be shredded, the human spirit is bulletproof.

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