COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER SIX DYING REICH<br />
spotted a flying boat low over the sea. Mike Bulleid as always was<br />
quick off the mark. At full throttle - overtaking fast - an impossible<br />
deflection shot and he hit it fair and square with his first burst. By the<br />
time the rest of us got there the BV 138 was already doomed. We were<br />
supposed to be credited with an eleventh share apiece but, without<br />
question, it was another for Mike's bag of enemy aircraft. A fantastic<br />
piece of shooting.<br />
As we left the wreckage, and headed for home, an MTB appeared<br />
zigzagging flat out. Perhaps it was on an air sea rescue mission, but the<br />
thought never crossed our minds as our cannons tore it to shreds. The<br />
Wingco's story about those poor devils at Belsen was there to spur us<br />
on. There was no mercy for the enemy that day.<br />
Fuel was running low so I reduced speed for maximum range, and<br />
opened up the formation. The final part of the flight crossed an area<br />
of flat and featureless countryside dotted with hundreds of small<br />
woods. Difficult to know your exact position. There was a certain<br />
amount of twitch on the wireless and we came straight in to Hustedt<br />
without a circuit.<br />
On the way home that evening we cruised into the setting sun, the<br />
air was calm and still, the last of the cumulus fading away overhead.<br />
It had been epic stuff. The chaps had done the Squadron proud.<br />
Almost as if they realised that it might be the last time. As if they<br />
intended to safeguard its reputation right to the end.<br />
Around me was the very essence of 193. Ben Lenson, safely back<br />
from his recent parachute descent. Jimmy Fishwick, his commission<br />
just through after many months, and Bob Waldron. From 'B' Flight<br />
there was Snowy Harrison supported by a formidable quartet - all of<br />
them nudging the 200 sortie mark - Charlie Hall, Mike Bulleid, Eddie<br />
Richardson sometime keeper of the Squadron diary, and Bunny Austin<br />
recently returned from hisspellas VCP Controller. And there were the<br />
new boys too. Mike Thexton, who had joined the Squadron when 257<br />
was disbanded, and Allan Wyse flying like a veteran as my number<br />
two.<br />
A few words on the radio and they moved into tight line astern,<br />
preparing for the let down and break. As they did so I caught a<br />
fleeting glimpse of propeller discs, golden in the sunset, and was<br />
possessed once more by that wonderful feeling. Flying on forever<br />
above a fading, dying, landscape.<br />
Less than twenty hours later, after more shipping strikes around<br />
Lubeck Bay and Fehmarn Island, we had fired our last shots in anger.<br />
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