COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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<strong>COMBAT</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>COMPETITION</strong><br />
became visible, and it was possible to switch off the ignition, turn off<br />
the fuel and get the mud out of his mouth. We told him not to release<br />
his harness, that we would get him out soon, and to stop apologising.<br />
After that it was a matter of waiting for the crane, the fire tender,<br />
and blood wagon. We lay in the damp earth on each side of the<br />
upturned cockpit and Jock was passing calm, but nothing would stop<br />
the flow of apologies.<br />
It was almost dark by the time he was out and on a stretcher. Only<br />
then did he admit to any injuries. How bad we never discovered for<br />
the doctors were noncommittal when we visited him in hospital. Then<br />
he was gone. Evacuated to England.<br />
Jock was the Squadron's last casualty. Less than a week later - a<br />
week in which amongst other things we destroyed a troop train and a<br />
convoy of thirty trucks - we were disbanded. The AOC, when he<br />
visited us, suggested that it was due to a shortage of trained Typhoon<br />
pilots. Other squadrons were similarly affected. 257 had a proud record<br />
and would live again.....<br />
Some of the pilots went on rest, others were posted round the four<br />
remaining squadrons. Toddy went back to the U K on Mustang IVs and<br />
the Wingco sent me up to the front as a VCP2 Controller.<br />
I set off, greatly displeased by the turn of events. Yet this was an<br />
opportunity to broaden my knowledge of close support and I made a<br />
determined effort to approach it in a positive frame of mind. So much<br />
for good intentions. Stuck at divisional level, on permanent standby,<br />
it seemed as if my services would never be required. Even a request to<br />
visit the forward areas, with the idea of drumming up some unofficial<br />
trade, was turned down.<br />
After almost three weeks of enforced idleness my little team was<br />
suddenly ordered to move up, close to the Rhine, opposite Wesel. The<br />
brigade headquarters to which we had been directed was just moving<br />
into the local bank where they discovered a vast cache of wine. The<br />
slim bottles, packed in straw filled wooden cases, made a mouth<br />
watering sight. Soon after dark we began sampling them, sitting on our<br />
camp beds amongst a jumble of signal wires and the intermittent<br />
ringing of telephone handsets, until our hosts were in some danger of<br />
becoming drunk in charge.<br />
In the morning I woke with a hangover, to the sound of mortar<br />
fire, convinced that our moment of glory was at hand. But nothing<br />
happened - except a signal from Group calling the whole thing off.<br />
The operation to clear the west bank of the Rhine was now in its final<br />
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