COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER FOUR TYPHOON<br />
For the most part, in July and early August, we hammered away<br />
at the enemy around Caen and westwards. Strongpoints, troop and tank<br />
concentrations, headquarters, fuel and ammunition dumps. There was<br />
a wild and savage beauty about those sorties which lives forever in the<br />
memory. Beauty and death.<br />
Down below were the killing grounds of Normandy. Marked by<br />
lurid bursts of flame, and tenuous clouds of smoke, which drifted<br />
across the woods and fields and shattered, stricken, villages of the<br />
Bocage. Beauty and death in the choreography of wheeling, diving,<br />
aircraft - in the lazy rising tracer and the clouds of bursting shells -<br />
in the last stricken moments of a friend. Usually in silence. Sometimes<br />
a few words of shocked surprise, suddenly cut off. Like 'Wee Mac':<br />
"I've had it! Second tour too..... "<br />
One day a huge bomber stream came sweeping in from the sea. For<br />
almost an hour it darkened the sky, a procession of Lancasters,<br />
Fortresses, and Liberators - escorted by Spitfires - on their way to<br />
pound the enemy positions around Caen. The start of Operation<br />
'Goodwood', another round in the fight to break out of the beachhead.<br />
We watched in awe - and then sudden concern, as a Liberator went<br />
out of control in a dramatic sequence of tail slides and stall turns. In<br />
moments the orchard was full of silent figures, willing the crew to bail<br />
out, and praying that their aircraft would hold together until they did.<br />
When the first parachute emerged, and the rest followed, there was an<br />
audible sigh of relief. Until we saw that the falling bomber was<br />
scything back and forwards amongst those helpless swinging figures.<br />
After half a dozen heart stopping passes it fell away below them and<br />
disappeared from sight.<br />
Soon afterwards the weather broke, and became completely non<br />
operational for days on end. The attack petered out in a morass of<br />
bomb craters, mud and rubble on the northern outskirts of the city.<br />
Once again the resilience and tenacity of the Germans had been<br />
remarkable - and there were growing doubts about the wisdom of<br />
using strategic bombers in this way. It seemed too much like Monte<br />
Cassino all over again.<br />
Non flying weather and we were off to explore the local area -<br />
Jimmy Simpson, Pete Langille, and myself- and at the wheel, 'Killy'<br />
from Ulster, Fg Off Kilpatrick, perhaps the only pilot known to have<br />
survived after losing the tailplane of his Typhoon.<br />
To warnings of fifth columnists and snipers in the rear areas we<br />
buckled on our pistols, and set off at suicidal pace, while Pete and<br />
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