In the spring of 1916, a group of Army pilots
went after Pancho Villa’s guerillas in Mexico.
March 19, 2009
March 19, 1916, eight Curtiss biplanes from the U.S. Army’s 1st Aero
Squadron—the country’s entire air force—flew into Mexico for their first
military action. The target was Pancho Villa, the guerilla leader who had
provoked U.S. ire ten days earlier by crossing the border to attack the
small town of Columbus, New Mexico. President Woodrow Wilson ordered General
John “Black Jack” Pershing to chase Villa down, and to use airplanes (the
Army had bought its first Wright Flyer just seven years earlier) as part of
the so-called Punitive Expedition.
The 1st Aero Squadron went along strictly as aerial observers and
messengers. The JN-3 biplanes weren’t even equipped with machine guns,
although a few of the pilots did carry pistols and .22 rifles.
Let's just say that things didn't go very well. By the end of April, every
one of the airplanes was destroyed. And it wasn't as if the squadron's
commander, Capt. Benjamin Foulois, hadn't seen disaster coming. Back at
the unit's home base in San Antonio, he had struggled with incessant
equipment problems, locked in a battle with the Curtiss company over shoddy
workmanship and parts that constantly needed replacing.
Now, flying 100 miles into Mexico after dusk on March 19, he faced another
problem. Only one of his pilots had ever flown at night. Halfway to
Pershing's camp the airplanes got separated, and cavalry had to be sent out
looking for half of them. When the squadron flew its first reconnaissance
flight a couple of days later, two airplanes were still missing and a third
had already crashed after getting caught in a dust devil, stalling, and
falling 50 feet to the ground.
On the first recon flight, Foulois and another pilot made it just 25 miles
before getting tossed around by wicked up- and down-drafts in the
10,000-foot Sierra Madre mountains. They turned back.
it went. The squadron flew many successful missions over the next few weeks,
scouting the enemy and delivering supplies and messages among Army units on
the ground. But mostly, Foulois and crew fought just to keep their airplanes
aloft, thwarted as they were by high-altitude flying, rough terrain, dust
storms, engine troubles, and broken parts. One by one, the airplanes went
out of service. On April 6, Capt. Townsend Dodd ran his into a ditch,
destroying its landing gear. Lt. Ira Rader damaged his on April 14 coming
down on rough ground. Three of the pilots barely escaped with their lives
after landing on the outskirts of Chihuahua City, where an angry mob
surrounded the planes and started burning holes in the cloth wings with
cigarettes and cutting them with knives.
Despite all the mishaps, the Army learned a lot from the Mexican experience
about how not to use its fledgling
air force. When airmen were sent to join the fighting in France in 1917,
they were far better equipped and better prepared. As Foulois wrote years
later, "The work of the 1st Aero Squadron proved beyond dispute to the most
hardened former soldier and congressman that aviation was no longer
experimental or freakish."