COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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<strong>COMBAT</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>COMPETITION</strong><br />
Hammering the damaged pillbox. Raking the trenches from end to<br />
end. Willing our shells to tear such a monstrous enemy to shreds. Until<br />
the ammunition ran out and our cannons clattered into silence.<br />
It was Jimmy as usual who called us to order and we cruised home,<br />
through the quiet autumn skies, drained of emotion.<br />
A successful attack on the coastal batteries at Flushing brought the<br />
Wing three useful recruits from the Spitfire equipped naval<br />
bombardment unit to which I had been posted before D Day. It so<br />
happened that Geoff Hartley had been controlling a shoot with HMS<br />
Warspite against the same target. But the guns could not get it right<br />
and salvo after salvo pitched uselessly into the floodwaters around the<br />
gun emplacements. When the Typhoons appeared, and plastered them<br />
with bombs, it was the last straw.<br />
On landing Geoff applied for an immediate transfer and<br />
encouraged Bob Gibbings and John Irving to do likewise. There was<br />
a continual need for Typhoon pilot replacements and the last attempt<br />
to recruit them, from the Spitfire squadrons of 2nd TAP, had not been<br />
very successful. So they were welcomed with open arms and put<br />
through a rapid conversion course with some genuine bombing<br />
practice. Geoff and Bob joined 197 and John went to 263 where he<br />
learned all about RPs by firing them in action!<br />
There were other sorties to the north of Antwerp. Close support for<br />
the troops fighting their way towards the Dutch border. Destructive<br />
attacks on tiny hamlets. Picturesque little places, hugging the canals,<br />
their gardens bright with marigolds as we swept low overhead. On a<br />
fine evening you could still see them from the circuit. Burning houses,<br />
angry red in the gathering darkness, and the smoke trails hanging low.<br />
I almost bought it on one of those sorties, climbing in line astern,<br />
close to the airfield. Just a brief glimpse of a shape materialising<br />
through the cloud layer high above - plunging earthwards - striking<br />
at the very heart of the formation. No question of any evasive action,<br />
and barely time to register the slender outline, as the V2 hurtled past<br />
my starboard wing and was gone.<br />
The effect of that near miss was very odd. It created an<br />
extraordinary feeling of euphoria, almost of invincibility. The sortie<br />
had done its worst. There was nothing more to fear. Then, as if to<br />
prove the point, we ran into a particularly nasty combination of low<br />
cloud and concentrated flak - and I felt strangely remote and immune<br />
from it all!<br />
During our time at Antwerp Vis and V2s arrived at a combined<br />
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