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COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN FULL CIRCLE<br />

at the suggestion of Ken Rimell, a professional photographer, who<br />

looked after the publicity in his spare time.<br />

After that there was no holding Ken. Thanks to his enthusiasm,<br />

and that of his fellow aviation archaeologists, we had an Association<br />

in being and a full blown reunion at Tangmere the following summer.<br />

Great to meet old comrades again, but the two squadrons with<br />

which I had served were thin on the ground, and it was kind of 197 to<br />

make me an honorary member. That arrangement resulted in a very<br />

pleasant trip to Normandy in their company, and a first encounter<br />

with Allan Smith 43 years after he had been shot down and taken<br />

prisoner.<br />

At these annual reunions Pinkie Stark and I always face the hazard<br />

of being invited back to Ben Gunn's place in Worthing. For our old<br />

friend's appetite for Scotch is as strong as ever. Ben flew Tempests Vs<br />

with 274 Squadron, and Spitfire IXs with 501, but there is no doubt<br />

where his loyalties lie.<br />

On the evening of the Spitfire's 50th Anniversary a large party had<br />

gathered in the bar of the RAF <strong>Club</strong>. At the height of the celebrations<br />

the door opened briefly - a voice bellowed "Ben Gunn says the<br />

Tempest is a better aircraft than the Spitfire ever was!" - and the door<br />

closed again.<br />

The scene shifts to a residential area in Worthing on Sea. In the wee<br />

small hours there came a thunderous knocking on the door. The<br />

occupants stumbled cursing out of bed to find an envelope in the letter<br />

box addressed to A.E.Gunn Esq. Inside, on a single sheet of paper,<br />

written large, was the word "Bollocks!"<br />

One September day, on my second wave flight at Portmoak, I went<br />

straight to 20,000 ft plus over Bishop Hill. My long awaited third<br />

diamond was the easiest thing in the world. At the top of the climb the<br />

whole of central Scotland, westwards to the Argyll coast, was visible<br />

between the stratocumulus bars. There were three of us that morning,<br />

above 20,000 ft, with an aggregate age of over 180 years. Geof f Morris<br />

in another Kestrel was not far away. I called him on the radio:<br />

"Zero two, this is Kan Kan. 1 haven't been as high as this for ages.<br />

You are at 11 O'clock, 1,000 ft below."<br />

"Kan Kan - I do not have you in sight. A good thing you aren't<br />

hostile with 20 mm cannon!"<br />

Geoff, who had flown Spitfires with Fighter Command, was shot<br />

down over France and evaded successfully. In the closing stages of the<br />

war he was back on a squadron, flying Mustang IVs. Once, when we<br />

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