It takes only a few to make the difference, to turn the tide.
Mitchell (Mitch) Flint is a humble man. I think the people around him identify his heroism much more than he does. Along with his humbleness and perhaps his lawyer’s mind, it is somewhat humorous that when he is telling his story, 66 years later, he is still worried it may be classified information and thus he is reluctant to speak about it in full detail.
Mitch was born in 1923 in Kansas City, Missouri USA. His parents were American Jews born in 1900. He remembers that in his parents’ ID documents it mentioned the fact his father was a “Jew” and his mother “a Jewess.” Their parents came to America from Europe. Mitch’s parents were Jews who kept very little Jewish tradition and culture. For lack of money he was not even given a Bar-Mitzvah celebration.
In June 1942, Mitch volunteered to serve when the USA was fighting the Axis powers in Europe and the Pacific. As the events of WWII war were developing, he knew that sooner or later he would be called for duty. Mitch’s father was a Navy pilot in WWI and he wanted to continue the family tradition. Mitch became a Navy Aviator “where they flew the better planes,” he told me that secret. Volunteering early gave him the chance to join the Navy and go through flight training. Mitch fought in the Pacific until the war ended and earned the rank of Lieutenant.
Thereafter he attended the University of California and graduated with a degree in business. During his college studies Mitch became very interested in Israel and Jewish history. He figured out that “Israel was given a bad ticket” and he wanted her to succeed.
In 1948, when Israel entered into a defensive war, her war of Independence, Mitch was contemplating joining the fight and to help, but he had a dilemma. He was the only son who supported his mother and did not want to leave her alone; on the other hand, Israel looked like she needed as much help as possible and he did not want her to lose the battle. After all, the nascent State of Israel was now the only place for living Jews to go to live and if Israel did not prevail, they would be left out and that meant they would be subjected to more danger and perhaps another Holocaust. And then it was the excitement, even though with a possible risk, that finally kicked in, and Mitch was raring to go.
Mitch knew that his pilot’s skills could be of great help to Israel. After all, Israel did not have an air force, therefore, no pilots; the budding state did not even have a proper army.
Mitch knew that his duty was to God and Country. He already served his country [USA], then he was about to go serve G-D for his fellow Jews.
To overcome the problem of leaving his mother alone, and not to have a conflict with the law, Mitch told everyone he was off to London, England, to visit the queen and watch the Olympic Games.
Mitch left San Francisco for New York City, where his “contact” gave him a contact number in Amsterdam, Holland. He was told that upon arrival he needed to call that “contact” and say, “Eliyahu sent me” and they would tell him where to go next. And that he did. Soon thereafter, Mitch traveled to Czechoslovakia for flight training on the Czechoslovak-built Messerschmitt, that was produced for the Nazi regime, and that had been confiscated after Germany surrendered. What an irony. The planes used by the regime that annihilated a third of the Jewish People, would now be used to defend the Jews’ new homeland. And these planes were not as nearly as good as those the Nazis used.
The engines were different and due to lack of good materials, they were substituted with inferior ones.
After twelve days in training, Mitch was off to Israel. Several planes were dismantled, flown into Israel by C54 Skymaster planes and smuggled inland. Others were modified, so they could hold more fuel, and were clandestinely flown at night time to Israel.
Some of the Messerschmitts still had the Swastika painted on them and when in Israel the David Shield symbol immediately replaced this loathed Nazi emblem.
Upon arrival, Mitch felt an immediate camaraderie. He felt elevated as if a magnet had lifted him higher. He was driven to Tel Aviv where he met a handful of people, some who would remain friends for life. Among them was a dark skinned guy from India, who became a well-known character in the early Tel Aviv scene, named Avraham “Abie” Nathan. Abie turned out to be instrumental in persuading Mitch to later head up Squadron 35.
After his first few days in Israel, perhaps not accustomed to the food and water, Mitch fell ill and was hospitalized. When he got well he was taken to the “Folk House” in Kibbutz Maabarot, located on Highway 4, the old Tel Aviv-Haifa road, in Emek Hefer.
Shortly thereafter Mitch joined the 101 group, Israel’s first Fighter Squadron, known as the “Angels of Death.” The name was taken from the Biblical story and apropos, as the Egyptians were part of the enemy. And it was perhaps appropriate for other symbolic reasons. Angels were watching over them in the sky as they were at a 1 to 10 ratio or greater against their enemy.
Mitch’s first missions were observation and to get familiar with the territory. Then, with his co-pilot, often in the dead of night, they flew supplies destined for the Dead Sea area, which meant they had to fly over Arab territory each time. Then came real action missions. First with 101 and then Squadron 35.
Israel, like they so often do to this day, made the necessary changes to each of their planes, to address their needs. On the Harvard planes, basically flight trainers that needed to be used as bombers, they fitted three bombs, each 170 pounds, on each side of the plane, effectively making them dive bombers. Mitch flew many missions and perhaps the most noted one was when he participated in a mission in which they bombed Fallujah, where Gamal Abdul Nasser, the future President of Egypt, served as a commander of the Egyptian forces that secured the Fallujah pocket.
For those who do not know, five times a ceasefire was declared to end the war and five times the war ended and then continued. Mitch commanded missions of six planes and their job was to drop bombs on enemy territory until the war really ended. He flew many reconnaissance missions among them also over Damascus, Syria, in order to take reconnaissance photos, a mission which perhaps was the most memorable one. It was the closest he came to shooting down or being shot down by his fellow airman. As Mitch retells the story, the enemy flew the same fighter planes that Israel did, the Spitfire. While taking photos, his wingman, the legendary Danny Shapira, technically speaking Israel’s first astronaut, ventured away to check something out. There was no radio, so no radio communication focused on recon. After a few minutes he found himself in the sky all by himself. Mitch then spotted a plane in the distance approaching him rather fast.
There was a chance that it was not Danny. If not for seeing the red painted on their spinners they would have shot at each other. This one was a very close call. That told Mitch something; he made this incident one of his last missions.
When the war ended Mitch flew for the first Independence Day celebration, which was his final mission for Israel. He wanted to make sure the war was really over.
“What was the highlight of the war?” I asked.
“The First Independence Day celebration. We got the most airplanes up in the air at one time – 12 of them – over Tel Aviv. It was led by my friend Ezer Wiezman, future head of the IAF and later president of Israel and I brought up the rear! It was perhaps our proudest moment. We knew then the IAF was here to stay and felt the war was really over. Every time I see an IAF plane in the air I have a sense of pride, like none other.”
“What was your lowest point of the war?” I asked.
“When we shot five British planes by mistake. They had no code and they flew over Israeli territory. We had no idea who they were and we shot them down. We were most concerned that it would spark a war with Britain.”
When Mitch was about to leave, Israel asked him to stay on. Many of the volunteer pilots earned, or were unofficially given the rank of Captain. Mitch was offered the rank of Major to stay on as a member of the Israel Air Force – IAF. Mitch was tempted to accept, he loved Israel. But like his fellow pilots, it was now the Israelis’ turn to take over. The volunteer pilots’ job was completed. Soon the language of the IAF would change from English to Hebrew. The writing was on the wall; Mitch was an American at heart, English his first language, he had no family in Israel and his mother did not even know where he was. Lastly, in his calculation, being the risk taker he was, sooner or later he may be killed. He turned down the offer and the rank.
Back to America, Mitch went on to do a tour of duty in the Korean War, graduated law school and at the age of 36 he got married. He never flew in combat again.
Mitch remained lifelong and best friend with several of the pilots. Often, many of his North American volunteer pilots got together. Several became like family. Twenty years after the war, many of the Vets committed to visit Israel, and have an international reunion on Yom Ha’atzma’ut – Israel’s Independence Day. They kept this ongoing tradition every five years. Mitch has gone each time, with the last one having less than a handful of participants.
In the meantime, Mitch founded the organization Machal West, volunteers from overseas in Israel defense forces (http://www.machal.org.il/).
Mitch Legacy Acknowledgement
Public recognition for these brave men seemed to have started in the 1990’s. “How come” I asked? Mike [Flint], Mitch’s son, speculates that when Ezer Weizman became the President of Israel he was in a position to work on and push the issue. Perhaps distance and Israel’s ongoing wars for survival pushed this fascinating topic aside, to become a footnote in Israel’s history.
Yet, efforts were not all lost. Smoky Simon, world Machal president and forward thinking Israel Consuls General, such as Iddo Aharoni (Currently serving as Israel Consul General in New York) began giving acknowledgements and proclamations to the volunteer pilots. Mike, from time to time interjecting my conversation with Mitch, also noted that the Friends of the IDF (FIDF) had also given some acknowledgement to Machal.
And yet, official recognition from the government of Israel was still an oversight, that never came.
The volunteer pilots were proud of what they had done and never expected any recognition, and Mitch is emblematic of that. But they deserved it no matter what. Thanks goes to Reuma Weizman, the former first lady of Israel, and a few key IAF honchos through whom the story of Mitch’s service made the rounds. One time, when Mitch and Mike were visiting Israel, at the IAF Memorial, Mike had a chance to mention the story to Ezer Weizman’s wife Reuma. The chief of the air force at that time happened to stand next to Reuma and she quipped, “Next to my husband he was the best pilot,” pointing at Mitch.
On June 27, 2013 Mitch went back to visit Israel for his 90th birthday, which was the air force anniversary as well, the time when new pilots receive their wings. In a pleasant surprise the traditional fly over included planes that Mitch flew in 1948. The prime minister, the president, the defense minister and the chief of the air force attended. They announced President Peres and Mitch Flint’s birthday and gave Mitch a standing ovation. But that was not all. Announcing Mitch’s birthday was instantaneous but the memory for the ages, was arranged behind the scene. Mitch and the rest of the volunteers group’s story was not readily known to the IAF. That besides risking their lives for Israel it was illegal to fly and fight for Israel. To prove this, Mitch was asked to show his 1948 passport that had a red lettering stamp in it, meaning he was not permitted to serve in any foreign armed service. Since flying for the State of Israel was an illegal act, in 1949 Mitch could not accept his rank. Yet, the thought was an honor he went on cherishing all his life.
Unfortunately, the IAF does not have an official mechanism in place to legally reoffer the rank. Then, out of the nowhere, two guys, one was the former commander of the IAF and the other, Dan Mokady, a former 101 Squadron pilot, approached Mitch and asked him to accompany them to meet Amir Eshel, the Chief of the air-force. Eshel approached Mitch and said: “We owe you a lot, a lot.” … “You were a vital part of our nation’s heritage and [you] bridged the gap to create our Air Force, the backbone of Israel’s strength.”
“What you did was illegal in turn what I am about to do is illegal as I need to take the chance to give you this long overdue recognition you had refused years ago. This time I trust you will not turn it down. I present you with the rank of Rav Seren (Translated, Major) and another set of wings from the IAF and hope you do not refuse is as you did in 1949!”Mitch is the last member alive of Squadron 35, and is one of a half a dozen surviving of Squadron 101 pilots.
Looking back, Mitch told me he is proud that Israel can defend herself.
The red-headed humble man, who overcame the obstacles across board with integrity and tenacity sums it up, “we had an adventure of a lifetime.”
From these few, somewhat crazy guys, the Israeli air-force was born and the rest is history.
A feature film and documentary titled “Angels in the Sky” are already in the making. Former Paramount executive, Mike Flint, Mitch’s son, and former Disney executive Sjon Dowell are working on producing them.
Mitch’s USA Navy flight log is full with logged missions.
Mitch’s flight log in Israel’s Independence War registers more than 50 missions. This earned Mitch special flight wings with a unique red background, earned only by a pilot who flies over 50 missions. He had flown 27 different planes and unbeknown to him, he became one of the foundation pillars of the Israeli air-force, today among the best air forces in the entire world.
It takes only a few to make the difference and Mitchell Flint did it with the least of expectations. All he wanted to do was to help his people to win – and they did.
Our unlimited gratitude to a Jewish Hero.