COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER SIX DYING REICH<br />
cowling into the other cockpit.<br />
Difficult to know what to say in such a situation. I shouted in the<br />
sudden silence:<br />
"I'm awfully sorry old chap."<br />
He never replied, just leapt out and ran, as if pursued by the<br />
fiends of hell. The markings on his Spitfire were Free French, the<br />
Cross of Lorraine. Perhaps I had spoken in the wrong language!<br />
The engine was shock tested, a new radiator and propeller fitted,<br />
and my aircraft was airborne again in a matter of days. The Spitfire<br />
was a write off. Vive le Typhoon!<br />
Soon afterwards, flying photo recce on a Wing show near Emden,<br />
the attack ended quicker than expected. Badly positioned, and trying<br />
to follow the last aircraft in before the ground defences had time to<br />
draw breath, my approach was too steep with insufficient nose down<br />
trim. Holding the dive to get the usual close up photograph I was<br />
forced to make a violent recovery, pulled far too much 'G', and passed<br />
out completely.<br />
As consciousness returned I could hear the engine, feel the spade<br />
grip in my hand, and see nothing. Vision cleared, and the aircraft was<br />
in a gentle climbing turn to port, the target far below. Sunshine<br />
flooded the cockpit like a reprieve. And then I looked at the wings. On<br />
each side, inboard of the cannons, there was a massive chordwise<br />
wrinkle and there were missing rivets all over the outer panels.<br />
I flew gingerly home reflecting that, even in the circumstances, the<br />
amount of 'G 1 had been quite phenomenal. Extra care was always<br />
needed to pull off a smooth landing in the photo recce Typhoons<br />
although the elevator felt perfectly normal on the ground. There was<br />
undoubtably something different about them. I must find out why.<br />
Stan Carr inspected the mainplanes in silence and consulted the<br />
Squadron Engineer Officer who had been a stressman at Hawkers<br />
before joining the RAF.<br />
In the end they decided that the spars were undamaged - the<br />
wrinkles on the inboard wing section, which was not stressed skin,<br />
were of no consequence - and new rivets would take care of the rest.<br />
After that had been done, and the wrinkles hammered flat in an effort<br />
to recover the original aerodynamic shape, photo 'C was returned to<br />
service.<br />
The Typhoon's rugged structure had probably saved my life. But<br />
any investigation of its unusual flying characteristics would have to<br />
wait. For much to my relief we were moving on once more. I had seen<br />
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