Ninth Air Force Order of Battle
- Ninth Air Force
- 98th Bombardment Group (Heavy) ("Pyramiders"), Col. John R. Kane°
- 376th Bombardment Group (Heavy) ("Liberandos"), Col. Keith K. Compton°°
- Eighth Air Force
- 44th Bombardment Group (Heavy) ("Flying Eight Balls"), Col. Leon W. Johnson°
- 93rd Bombardment Group (Heavy) ("Ted's Timberlake's Travelling Circus"), Lt.Col. Addison E. Baker°, Maj. John L. Jerstad°
- 389th Bombardment Group (Heavy) ("Sky Scorpions"), Col. Jack W. Wood°°, 2nd Lt. Lloyd Herbert Hughes°
- °Awarded Medal of Honor
- °°Awarded Distinguished Service Cross
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