COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER FIVE<br />
WINTER IN FL<strong>AND</strong>ERS<br />
The defeated remnants of the German armies in Normandy took<br />
another severe mauling from the Typhoons as they struggled across the<br />
Seine. The retreat degenerated into a rout. There was no coherent line<br />
of defence as the enemy fell back in disorder towards the Pas de Calais<br />
and the Belgian frontier. And the ground attack squadrons, operating<br />
at maximum range from their beachhead airfields, harried them from<br />
dawn to dusk.<br />
Johnny Button had gone on rest and Guy 'Plum' Plamondon, a<br />
French Canadian, had taken over the Squadron. On the last day of<br />
August, leading eight aircraft on armed reconnaissance he caught an<br />
enemy convoy out in the open between Arras and Douai. Trapped on<br />
one of those poplar lined roads which run straight as a die across the<br />
plains of northern France without a hedge or a scrap of cover in sight.<br />
Plum placed us perfectly. We swung into line abreast and dived<br />
towards them, drop tanks tumbling away. A motley collection of<br />
military and commandeered civilian vehicles, some horsedrawn, they<br />
were crawling along in the heat and seemed oblivious to their fate.<br />
When they spotted us at last a few wild bursts of flak came - but it<br />
was all too late. The wagons at the front and rear were knocked out<br />
almost simultaneously, and many more were caught on the first pass,<br />
trapping the remainder. The flak trucks were swamped. The return<br />
fire died.<br />
We came in again, taking out most of the rest and, as we pulled<br />
away, nothing moved on the road below except billowing flames and<br />
clouds of dirty smoke. We had accounted for 22 vehicles and reduced<br />
a whole column to ruins in a matter of minutes.<br />
The next sortie, another armed recce, further up the Pas de Calais,<br />
was briefed to cross the Channel and land at Mansion. Approaching<br />
the search area the German radar echoed in our headphones:<br />
"Yoy...ing... Yoy...ing... Yoy...ing..." An incessant message. The<br />
radar sounds grew more demanding. Easy to picture the long gun<br />
barrels swinging far below, the high velocity 88mm rounds slamming<br />
home, a swift succession of muzzle flashes above the emplacements,<br />
shell bursts erupting around us...... And then we saw a gaggle of<br />
Lancasters ahead, attacking a heavily wooded position, their giant<br />
bomb bursts marching through the trees.<br />
Further north we shot up a couple of heavy MT a few miles inland<br />
from Boulogne. Then a horse drawn wagon appeared charging along<br />
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