COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER TEN CHARIOTS OF FIRE<br />
the reserve pilot as one of his crew - no problem there - Frank and Pat<br />
his wife gave me a warm welcome. But with Jack, who was Frank's<br />
crew chief, the initial relationship was less easy. When I delivered the<br />
Vanguard to his home, he decided to test my driving ability. Supper<br />
dragged on and on, until there was hardly time to make the twenty or<br />
so miles to catch my train from Banbury, then he tossed over the keys.<br />
"You drive," he said, "but you'll have to go like the clappers."<br />
Difficult to resist such a challenge - I knew the Vanguard better<br />
now and used all its performance. By some miracle we got there intact<br />
with a couple of minutes to spare and I hope he was thoroughly<br />
frightened!<br />
We drove more circumspectly on the way to Madrid. Even more so<br />
after seeing Lome Welch's combination jack-knifed amongst the<br />
poplars in southern France. It emerged later that the trailer chassis was<br />
not symmetrical. Fortunately no one was hurt and the damage was<br />
minimal. Now they were mobile again, somewhere ahead of us on the<br />
final leg of the journey.<br />
Castile at last and the bare plateau felt like an oven. The villages<br />
which looked so picturesque in the distance were little better than<br />
collections of hovels with families and livestock living together under<br />
the same roof. The poverty was shockingly obvious as we wound our<br />
way through the narrow streets. After a while we began to wonder<br />
what was in store for us at the other end.<br />
The airfield of Cuatro Vientos, a few miles south of Madrid,<br />
seemed to confirm our worst fears. It was hardly better than a huge<br />
overgrazed paddock, more dust than grass, with a windsock and a<br />
couple of tiny hangers. A newly completed headquarters building, and<br />
an elegant swimming pool, stood nearby in magnificent isolation.<br />
That swimming pool was a godsend in the heat. Protected by its<br />
massive walls from the dirt and dust outside we swam and sunbathed<br />
and drank sangria - and sometimes chatted to the other teams. It was<br />
here that the implications of a German entry, the first since the war,<br />
struck me most forcibly. I found it interesting and by no means<br />
unacceptable.<br />
But the presence of Otto Skorzeny, and of Hannah Reitsch who<br />
was competing in the two seater class, was a different matter entirely.<br />
Many Nazis had taken refuge in Spain at the end of the war and the<br />
legendary Skorzeny - who had been rather a worry when our<br />
Typhoons were snowbound at Chievres in January 1945 - had settled<br />
in- Madrid. With his black eye patch and close cropped hair he<br />
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