COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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<strong>COMBAT</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>COMPETITION</strong><br />
an SS Headquarters which was being dive bombed almost nonstop,<br />
Killy's little party took refuge in a ditch, where they were joined by<br />
a further five, very demoralised, German soldiers.<br />
Killy, as he subsequently described it, turned on the propaganda<br />
machine and persuaded all the Huns to surrender, and pose as his<br />
escort, until they reached the allied lines. After further adventures,<br />
which included bluffing an SS officer, stealing a lorry, and ending up<br />
with an even larger 'escort 1 which had swollen to twenty seven, Killy<br />
finally made contact with an American unit and hitch hiked his way<br />
back to B3 - just nine days late. A valiant effort part of a long and<br />
courageous tour for which he received the DSO.<br />
The sortie on which Killy went down was an armed recce with<br />
bombs against the rear areas of the Mortain salient. Led by Bill<br />
Switzer, commanding 'A 1 Flight, it proved frustrating beyond words.<br />
The search area was surprisingly untouched by war. Yet only a few<br />
miles to the west, where the ground attack squadrons had just<br />
delivered a decisive blow against the panzers, the countryside was<br />
devastated and strewn with the debris of battle.<br />
We tracked back and forth across the gentle rolling wooded<br />
contours. But the Hun was lying low after his battering on the previous<br />
day and so Bill brought us down and down, trailing his coat, until we<br />
were less than a thousand feet above the ground. Eight Typhoons, in<br />
two sections of four, cruising in battle formation - asking for trouble -<br />
until Killy was caught by a sudden burst of flak and called out that he<br />
was heading home and an imminent forced landing.<br />
For almost half an hour more we sweated it out, hunched in the<br />
heat of our cockpits under a cloudless sky, willing Killy to make it,<br />
until shortage of fuel brought an end to the fruitless search.<br />
Frustration turned to anger when we were told to bring our bombs<br />
home. Yet Bill was probably right. An astute enemy commander might<br />
well have pulled his forces back during the night, after the disaster at<br />
Mortain, in order to reduce the risk of encirclement. And we had seen<br />
absolutely nothing to attack. Better to save our bombs for another<br />
time.<br />
A few days later I was flying number two to Bill. It was a dawn<br />
show, and he was trailing his coat again, low to the south of Caen.<br />
Suddenly the tracer came hosing up and he was hit by the very first<br />
burst and started to burn. I shouted at him to bale out, but there was<br />
no sign of a parachute, and his aircraft dived vertically into the middle<br />
of a large wood where it exploded on impact.<br />
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