COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
CHAPTER FIVE WINTER IN FL<strong>AND</strong>ERS<br />
over their unpopular Tiffies as they started re-equipping with Spitfire<br />
XIVs. In point of fact his Wing would now be able to fly its own<br />
photographic sorties and he would get the results quicker than before.<br />
Gerry Eaton, a flight commander with 257, and I were the guinea<br />
pigs. Loaned from our squadrons, as and when required, to fly<br />
unescorted missions. Our FR5 Typhoons carried three F24 cameras,<br />
one oblique and two vertical, mounted in the starboard inner gun bay.<br />
We planned to use the vertical pair only, making our target runs at<br />
about 4,000ft.<br />
My first sortie, on 15th Army HQ at Dordrecht, flown several<br />
hours after the action, was abandoned due to low cloud and 35 Wing<br />
got in first on the following day. The Army Commander, Von Busch,<br />
was lucky to be away at the time as the target was well and truly<br />
pranged. The Dutch Resistance responded quickly with a list of<br />
casualties, and the date and place of the military funeral..... and would<br />
the Wing please oblige with another attack to finish off those who had<br />
escaped!<br />
Going in immediately after an attack on a heavily defended target,<br />
which soon became standard practice, was character forming to say the<br />
least. Better to be part of a squadron - bombs and cannon in hot blood<br />
- than sweating it out alone waiting to plunge into a hornet's nest. Or<br />
was it?<br />
Photo reconnaissance offered a unique challenge. That of bringing<br />
back the first real evidence of success or failure and simultaneously,<br />
not to say unavoidably, providing a measure by which the quality of<br />
your own sortie might be judged. Not surprisingly it exerted a<br />
powerful attraction.<br />
Thoughts to encourage the loner in photo 'M', sitting high above<br />
Rotterdam, looking down on the perfection of a late autumn day. The<br />
outlines of the city shimmering softly through the haze. Black shell<br />
bursts stained the sky. The squadrons moved into echelon and<br />
plummeted earthwards. Light flak veiled the target merging into a<br />
carpet of destruction - and the diving aircraft became vague shadows<br />
darting through layers of murk and smoke.<br />
Brief words of command, leaders reforming their squadrons, and<br />
then silence on the radio. The storm of flak died away. A pall of dust<br />
hung over the target area. My time had come.<br />
The 88s opened up immediately, a muffled thud shook the aircraft,<br />
and oil began to smear the screen. It spread rapidly, still thin, but<br />
enough to obscure the view. The cockpit filled with fumes and the<br />
67