COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER FIVE WINTER IN FL<strong>AND</strong>ERS<br />
find some partners for 'Plamondon's Playboys'. Organised, as he<br />
admitted later, through a local seminary, complete with chaperon. He<br />
assured us that there were no nuns!<br />
Perhaps the Squadron diarist was thinking of the latter as he<br />
commented unkindly that:<br />
".....when they appeared, there was speculation that Flight<br />
Lieutenant Simpson 's eyesight might not be up to the standard which the<br />
Service required of its fighter bomber pilots."<br />
Plum went on rest and Derek Erasmus, Rhodesian and a flight<br />
commander from 266 Squadron, was promoted in his place. He took<br />
over as the dreary task of interdiction - depriving the enemy of his V2<br />
supply routes - became top priority and the impact of his arrival was<br />
timely and positive. 'Rastus' was an aggressive and demanding leader.<br />
But we could not have wished for a better commanding officer.<br />
Day after day the clouds hung low over the sodden polders.<br />
Attempts to get through to our targets were frustrated time and again.<br />
Once we were caught running close to a narrow gap in the overcast,<br />
providing the German gunners with excellent tracking data, and our<br />
press-on CO's aircraft was badly damaged. There was outrage in his<br />
voice as he handed over the lead and we started our long descent<br />
towards the target.<br />
I was afraid. Not so much of the enemy but the weather, which<br />
was atrocious, and for the chaps who were with me. Afraid that I<br />
might fail to find the target or bring them safely home.<br />
Below cloud base, skirting a violent storm, reflector sights glowed<br />
ruby red against a receding wall of mist. Rain curtained the railway<br />
line. Lower still, catching the outlines of a level crossing ahead - dim<br />
original of our photograph at briefing. In the final moments we spotted<br />
a repair gang at work and raked their truck with our cannons in a<br />
single flying pass. A burst of tracer reached up to bar the way and<br />
vanished in the surrounding downpour.<br />
More rain obliterated the scene before the first bombs went off. I<br />
pulled up into a turn:<br />
"Bassett White Leader orbiting port three miles south of the target."<br />
And back came an anxious: "Black Four - there's no one ahead of<br />
me!"<br />
That was the last man to attack. What on earth did he mean? Had<br />
all the others bought it? Then reason prevailed and a quick glance<br />
confirmed that four Typhoons - and a distant fifth just visible through<br />
the murk - were closing up rapidly from behind.<br />
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