COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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<strong>COMBAT</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>COMPETITION</strong><br />
second section in low level was sternly refused.<br />
Butch had an opportunity to retrieve the situation later that day,<br />
going back with twelve aircraft, and a mixed bomb load. After the<br />
napalm fiasco we wanted to hit the enemy hard. This time we went in<br />
on the deck, and the artificial smoke hung about us, rolling downwind<br />
like dirty fog banks on either side - pointing the way.<br />
When the Canadians overran the position they found the house at<br />
its centre razed to the ground. Our phosphorous incendiaries and<br />
anti-personnel clusters had wreaked havoc amongst the surrounding<br />
trenches and dugouts, and the survivors were totally demoralised. Even<br />
the earlier, inaccurate, napalm bursts had played a significant part due<br />
to their unexpected and frightening nature.<br />
That was the first and last time we flew operationally with napalm,<br />
inconclusive but obviously potent, and possibly the only time it was<br />
used by the RAF in World War II. USAF Lightnings dropped napalm<br />
in Italy during 1945 - although where, and how often, is not clear -<br />
and the bombs used on the Boscombe trials had attachment lugs for<br />
British and American racks.<br />
As I wrestled with the problems of napalm, Bob Gibbings was<br />
having his troubles elsewhere. On an armed recce led by Geoff Hartley<br />
he was strafing an airfield when the target blew up in his face. In his<br />
graphic description:<br />
/ found myself flying through a red hell, convinced that my last<br />
moments had come. The engine stopped, presumably from oxygen<br />
starvation, only to restart immediately I emerged from the holocaust.<br />
To my utter amazement I was still flying, and I climbed gingerly away.<br />
The windscreen and canopy slowly cleared revealing an aircraft that<br />
was almost a total write-off, leaking fuel, oil and glycol, the leading<br />
edges burst open, everything scorched and burnt.<br />
Incredibly Bob flew on for 20 minutes climbing to 7,000 feet in the<br />
process. A few miles short of the lines he decided that there was no<br />
hope of getting home, and prepared to bunt out, jettisoning the canopy<br />
and releasing the straps. Just a little trial to make sure the system<br />
worked. He pushed the stick tentatively forward, and in a trice was<br />
half out of the cockpit, trying desperately to hang on to the spade grip.<br />
Another minute and his battered Typhoon would have been safely<br />
back over friendly territory. Instead he was dangling on the end of a<br />
parachute being shot at by the enemy. He landed unhurt only to fall<br />
into the hands of a one eyed madman, a major from the Russian front,<br />
who threatened him with a firing squad. Hostilities ended before he<br />
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