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PART IV –9April –From<br />

Past to the Future<br />

How can I really do justice to a subject such as this<br />

To the situation we faced on 9 April 1940<br />

To the final result that brought us our freedom back<br />

To the many who did not get to experience this freedom<br />

To those lessons that prevailed, or which perhaps have not prevailed<br />

clearly enough<br />

Of course, I cannot. But then again, I am not a historian. Of course,<br />

I will be subjective. I choose to be subjective.<br />

I need to place myself and provide an overall picture. In the winter<br />

of 1939/1940 I was Deputy Commander of the Reconnaissance Wing<br />

of Trøndelag Air Unit, a lieutenant, 22 years old, and had just finished<br />

basic Flying School and the Army Academy. We were at Værnes.<br />

The Wing numbered nine Fokker aircraft, a model dating from 1924.<br />

Poland had been occupied, and we were patrolling along the Norwegian<br />

coast and territorial waters – in many ways a demanding job<br />

with a single engine and the instruments of those days, and given local<br />

Norwegian winter conditions. However, controlling the shipping was<br />

important and we were a determined crew. The situation in Europe<br />

became gradually worse and involved repercussions for us as well –<br />

brought into focus by the Altmark case.<br />

Were we scared Not really. Fearful, perhaps, if our thoughts went<br />

in that direction. The thought of actual war seemed too unreal. Yet<br />

the war did come, on the night of 9 April 1940. The first task was to<br />

change our aircraft wheels to skis, and then we flew up to Selbu and<br />

thereafter to Aursunden near Røros, while German aircraft flew over<br />

us in a steady stream to where we had come from. The Fokkers were<br />

not much to put up a fight with. The Gladiators at Fornebu were different<br />

– they were fighter aircraft, and the Wing there put up a good<br />

fight.<br />

The flood of rumours was enormous, and already during the same<br />

night Quisling broadcasted his recommendation on the radio. We<br />

heard little from our own side and it was difficult to receive meaningful<br />

contact. I had to take over the Wing as early as the third day. We did<br />

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