The Battle of Britain Five Months That Changed History, May—October 1940 by James Holland (z-lib.org).epub

and saw he was dangerously low on fuel, so landed at Kenley, where he was
refuelled and rearmed within minutes.
Meanwhile the bombers had finally dropped their loads, most falling
ineffectively over south-eastern suburbs, although bombs did hit bridges
between Victoria and Clapham and a further one landed in Buckingham
Palace gardens. Even so, the damage was slight compared with the raids of
the past week. The retiring bombers now met the latest squadrons on their
tortuous route.
David Crook was away on leave, but twelve pilots of 609 Squadron
were waiting for the scattered remnants of the formation. John Dundas was
now one of the squadron’s leading aces, his marksmanship improving with
every sortie. So too was his tactical nous, for although he had received no
orders to dive down on the bombers, he decided to lead his section into
attack before the enemy fighters could intervene. He did so in the nick of
time, for the 109s were quick to follow, and having shot down one of the
bombers, he found himself being attacked by two Messerschmitts. Shaking
them off, he then managed to open fire on another Dornier, raking its belly
from underneath before being pounced on by a further three 109s.
Fortunately for him, they gave themselves away by opening up at too great
a range – clearly they were new, inexperienced pilots. Easily escaping, John
headed back to Middle Wallop.
Jan Zumbach had meanwhile taken off again and instead of flying off
home to Northolt decided to chase after more enemy aircraft as they
retreated back towards the coast. He soon spotted a solitary Dornier and
homed in for the kill. Watching it fill his sights, he was about to press the
gun button, when suddenly there was an ear-splitting crash and a shattering
explosion and most of his cockpit was blown away. Bailing out of the
shattered remains of his aircraft, he remembered the rumours of Germans
opening fire on parachutes so, with remarkable coolness, waited until he
was passing through some cloud to pull the ripcord. Expecting to land in the
Channel, he quickly inflated his Mae West, but then was whisked along by
the wind, carrying him spinning until he glimpsed the coast. But was it
England or France? Landing safely on a beach, he began folding his
parachute, by now convinced that he would shortly be in the hands of the
Germans.
Some men appeared, firing every time Jan made a slight movement.
Eventually, they came to a halt except for one man who approached him