COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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<strong>COMBAT</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>COMPETITION</strong><br />
curtain of oil grew darker.<br />
On instruments now. Fear caught at me and I strove to fight it<br />
down..... Hold the dive!..... Hold it!..... You must hold it!..... Level out<br />
and switch the cameras on!.....<br />
By now I was down to 2,500 feet - rocketing blind across the<br />
centre of Rotterdam - at least the flak was invisible!<br />
The return trip was agonizing. Trying to spare the engine resulted<br />
in a suicidally slow passage across the docks and I expected a direct hit<br />
at any moment. Winding the canopy open was no help at all. An<br />
alarming close up of the Dordrecht bridges, heavily guarded by flak<br />
guns, frightened me out of my skin and I was deluged with hot oil.<br />
After what seemed an age I reached friendly territory and called<br />
'Longbow' 6 to alert the nearest airfield, Gilze-Rijen, to my<br />
predicament.<br />
Oil continued to flood over the windscreen obscuring my goggles<br />
and, when I raised them, stinging my eyes. Time to start the approach,<br />
staying high in case the engine failed, and slightly offset to provide a<br />
view of sorts until the last possible moment. The temperatures were<br />
almost off the clock and the oil pressure falling rapidly.....<br />
Undercarriage..... Flaps..... Into the final turn.....<br />
It was a surprisingly good landing which came to a shuddering halt<br />
alongside a group of airmen and a Coles crane. Difficult to know who<br />
was the more taken aback. But reaction was beginning to set in and I<br />
shouted across to them, "You can take it away!" The effect was rather<br />
spoilt when I slipped on the oily wing root, and ended up in a heap on<br />
the runway, fortunately without further damage.<br />
Photo 'M' had been hit in the spinner, which was like a colander,<br />
and the constant speed mechanism had been badly damaged. The<br />
fuselage looked as if it had been painted glossy black. It was a miracle<br />
that the engine had kept going.<br />
In the mess after a late lunch, still red eyed and stinking of oil,<br />
David Hurford, Nobby Clarke and others dropped by to take coffee.<br />
It was good to be amongst the BFs again. Even if there was more than<br />
the usual leg pulling, about usurping their role, that it served me right<br />
for fiddling my way on to Typhoons, and so on.<br />
The dance at Deurne that evening was a great success, thanks to<br />
Jimmy Simpson. A set of Glen Miller records, which he had purloined<br />
from Heaven knows where, had been turned into musical scores by the<br />
Belgian orchestra. So we drank and danced the night away to the best<br />
of 'Big Band' sounds. Jimmy had also, perhaps unwisely, offered to<br />
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