COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER SIX DYING REICH<br />
and being mown down by cannon fire as it tried to escape. Tommy<br />
smiled at me benignly:<br />
"Now look what you've done! You shouldn't go around stirring up<br />
Group Captains like that!"<br />
Snowy returned after we had given him up for lost. Landing in the<br />
thick of the fighting he had abandoned his chute and been taken<br />
prisoner by American paratroops. Tall, fair haired, and wearing a<br />
'Gott mit Uns' belt, they would not accept that he was an Australian.<br />
Set to work unloading supplies he eventually managed to convince<br />
an officer that he was indeed what he claimed to be. Life then became<br />
more bearable.He drew a rifle and armband, dug a foxhole, and spent<br />
the time trying to pick off snipers - a lethal occupation if ever there<br />
was one! When the British armour broke through he hitched his way<br />
back to base. In his own words, his voice slurred with exhaustion:<br />
"They were very hostile days!"<br />
A USAAF Mustang IV made an emergency landing at Mill and<br />
required an engine change. Keen to fly anything new, I let it be known<br />
that Mustangs already featured in my log book, and that I would be<br />
happy to do the air test.<br />
As I climbed aboard the memories came rolling back - the well<br />
engineered cockpit - toe brakes and tailwheel lock, pistol grip control<br />
column and electric propeller controls. For a moment I feared a re-run<br />
of my negative feelings about the Mustang I. But absolutely not. The<br />
Merlin 61 sounded reassuringly like a Spit IX as it crackled into life,<br />
and the big teardrop hood made a world of difference. One seemed to<br />
sit higher, more in command. I ran up the engine and waved the<br />
chocks away.<br />
The Merlin had more power. I applied too much of it, too quickly,<br />
and maybe the trim was wrong. The big paddle bladed prop swung the<br />
aircraft to port. Maximum starboard rudder was not enough and more<br />
power would only make the situation worse. For what seemed an age<br />
I hung on grimly, as the Mustang veered across the runway, until by<br />
some miracle it lifted into the air, within seconds of mud and disaster.<br />
After putting the replacement engine through its paces, I<br />
concentrated on the approach and landing. It was in the groove, the<br />
touchdown smooth as silk. But I felt a real Prune after that squalid<br />
take off. Tempting to have another go. Much better to leave well<br />
alone. I taxied in and returned the Mustang to its ground crew.<br />
An impressive aircraft. In a totally different league to the Allison<br />
engined version. But the old problem, whether or not to use the flaps<br />
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