COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER SIX DYING REICH<br />
reached a prison camp and he eventually found his way back to the<br />
Wing.<br />
We moved onto German soil wondering what to expect. But the<br />
satisfaction was real enough as the Wing formed up and set course for<br />
Drope to the northeast of Lingen. Sixty or more Typhoons cruising<br />
low, over the homeland of a broken enemy, on a route surrounded by<br />
landmarks familiar from months of fighting. Now all was peaceful.<br />
The Wehrmacht and the flak guns had gone. But the war was not over<br />
yet. So we flew in battle formation searching the skies for danger.<br />
In my battledress pocket was a piece of paper newly issued to<br />
every pilot. A Union Jack in full colour and a message to our Russian<br />
allies, which started with the words 'Ya Englichanin', obviously<br />
intended to increase the chances of surviving a forced landing in<br />
Russian occupied territory. It underlined the unpleasant fact that they<br />
were already besieging Berlin for there was almost total distrust of<br />
Stalin and his evil regime.<br />
We never talked about the end of the war. To do so might raise<br />
images of survival and these could be counter productive. Better to live<br />
with what you had come to accept after many months on ops - after<br />
seeing what happened to those around you - a growing awareness of<br />
your own vulnerability and the idea that you too might not survive.<br />
Better by far to soldier on as if the odds were unchanged. Otherwise<br />
you might be tempted not to press home your attacks. It was not so<br />
much a matter of courage as a form of self protection.<br />
At another level the end of hostilities would mean the loss of a way<br />
of life that, incredible as it may seem, many of us had come to cherish.<br />
The wonderful camaraderie of a front line squadron in which<br />
possessions and class played no part - and what mattered were basic<br />
human values - skill, integrity and trust. Add the challenge and<br />
uncertainty of operational flying and a modern, heavily armed, fighter<br />
aircraft at your fingertips. Small wonder if we continued living for the<br />
present.<br />
As for the Germans - fanatical in defeat - we might well be faced<br />
with a period of final redoubts, of Luftwaffe remnants carrying out<br />
suicide missions. Who could tell how and when it might all end?<br />
Allan Wyse, our last recruit, joined the Squadron just after we got<br />
to Drope. A first class sportsman and a natural pilot he had reached a<br />
Bomber OTU, flying Halifaxes, before they decided that he was too<br />
short to cope. Transferred to fighters, he had suffered the trauma of<br />
hearing that the rest of his crew had been shot down and killed on<br />
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