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These are the highly evocative wartime memoirs of a young NCO pilot whose operational experience was with Beaufighters and Mosquitoes flying in the long-range night-fighter role. It is not a gung-ho account of daring-do, but a warts and all story of what life was really like in that time of international crisis. No punches are pulled when the author experienced badly designed and dangerous aircraft, such as the Merlin-engined Beaufighter that was almost impossible to fly and killed many pilots during training, nor are the blinding errors made by those staff officers who conceived impossible. Read more...
Abstract: These are the highly evocative wartime memoirs of a young NCO pilot whose operational experience was with Beaufighters and Mosquitoes flying in the long-range night-fighter role. It is not a gung-ho account of daring-do, but a warts and all story of what life was really like in that time of international crisis. No punches are pulled when the author experienced badly designed and dangerous aircraft, such as the Merlin-engined Beaufighter that was almost impossible to fly and killed many pilots during training, nor are the blinding errors made by those staff officers who conceived impossible

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A group of 85 Squadron aircrew perched on shambles AKA Chalkys Chariot - photo 1

A group of 85 Squadron aircrew perched on shambles, A.K.A. Chalkys Chariot, outside the squadron crew hut at Tangmere in 1946. The author is sitting on the roof. The others, from left to right, are Andy, my navigator at the time, Roy Southern, Albert (see Death in the Afternoon) and Larry, later to succeed Andy in my navigators seat. (see chapters twenty-six and twenty-seven).

First published in Great Britain in 2006 by Pen Sword Aviation an imprint of - photo 2

First published in Great Britain in 2006 by
Pen & Sword Aviation
an imprint of
Pen & Sword Books Ltd
47 Church Street
Barnsley
South Yorkshire
S70 2AS

Copyright Graham White, 2006

9781783460762

The right of Graham White to be identified as Author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the Publisher in writing.

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Printed and bound in England by
CPI UK

Pen & Sword Books Ltd incorporates the imprints of Pen & Sword Aviation, Pen &
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Table of Contents

TO THE MANY WHO SHARED THE SAME SKY WITH
ME, AND TO THE BRAVE FEW WHO SHARED THE
SAME COCKPIT WITH ME; BUT ESPECIALLY TO THE
ONE WHO SHARED A WHOLE LIFE WITH ME,
AND WAS ALWAYS THERE WHEN I
CAME BACK DOWN TO EARTH.

Acknowledgements

My thanks to those who helped to shine a light in a few darkened corners of memory, in particular to John (Dagwood) Wooding, to date still enjoying life; Johnny (Wacker) Wakefield, a great mate who sadly died just as this book was completed; and Doug Wilkinson who moved on to that Last Great Stalag in the sky some years ago.

And to those others like Mike, Duncan, Terry and Marian who dragged me, kicking and screaming, out of the Amstrad and Brownie camera era, to which I intend returning without delay.

Foreword

Some twenty or more years ago, during one of my more serious attacks of nostalgia, I suddenly felt a desire to see some of my old pals again. People like Butch, Ben, Jamie, Bob, anybody, just to chat over old times while I could still dredge up the faded images from an ageing brain.

I found that the squadron association held a reunion each year, so I contacted the association secretary (a man, I felt, whose sense of humour had died young as a result of a severe attack of pomposity) and ordered a ticket.

Sorry, all sold out, he told me.

Ah well, it had been a good idea. But he came back at the last moment with news of a cancellation.

I found myself in a hotel room in London, packed with noise and people I didnt know. I wandered vaguely through the massed chatterers without seeing a recognisable face, and wishing I was home. Then a lady came over: I looked lost, did I want someone to chat to? It seemed that her husband had been unable to attend due to illness hence the availability of my ticket. She told me he had not been on our squadron but an auxiliary squadron, weekend flyers at the same drome. I recalled only one name from that lot, Freddy Butcher, a flight sergeant who had been on a drome with me (but a different squadron) during the war. He was known as a Pat, or a Pleasantly Amiable Twit.

After the war he had wangled a commission with the weekend flyers, and Id seen him there as a flight lieutenant. The last Id heard of him, there had been a rumour of trouble over some missing petrol, but I never learned the details of it.

The kind lady was Mrs Butcher, and I joined her group at the meal. Thanks to her the evening wasnt a complete disaster, but I didnt repeat the experience, although I continued to receive the newsletters for a while. In one of them was a comment by a Squadron Leader Butcher DFC, now manager of a prestigious branch of a well-known bank, modestly suggesting that all references to rank in the squadron association should be dropped as no longer relevant.

Squadron Leader? And DFC? Surely not! I could only recall him at the wars end as a flight sergeant, and DFCs could only be won in action and by officers NCOs were given the DFM. Did he, perhaps stretch the truth to boost his peacetime prospects at the bank? I dont know.

Butcher wasnt his real name, but even though both Freddy and his kind wife are long dead I wouldnt dream of revealing it. If the bank chose to judge a mans fitness for a job by counting the rings on his sleeve or the ribbons on his chest, that was up to them. It is not my place to comment on it. Nor have I the right to judge the behaviour of anyone mentioned in this book, alive or not. I simply record it. So where theres any chance of my causing embarrassment Ive either not given the name or Ive changed it. And in one or two cases events have also been altered sufficiently to prevent recognition.

But make no mistake, it all happened.

CHAPTER ONE
The Way War Broke Out

Its odd how casually you can make decisions that are going totally to alter your life. Take me, for example. I was crossing Derby Market Place one Saturday afternoon early in July 1941, and I noticed that the Assembly Rooms had become a recruiting centre for the RAF. This didnt take any great powers of deduction on my part because there was a notice outside that said, JOIN THE ROYAL AIR FORCE. It didnt say, PLEASE, but on the other hand it didnt say, OR ELSE. So there was obviously quite a choice in the matter. On the spur of the moment I decided to drop in and see what they had to offer. I wasnt all that serious, I was just browsing, really. For one thing, I was in a reserved occupation, which meant that I couldnt be called up because my work was designated as vital for the war effort.

Mind you, even for me that took a bit of believing. Fresh out of school a few weeks before the start of the war, I was a newly hired dogsbody in the drawing-office of a large engineering company, where I was kept busy sharpening pencils, fetching and filing drawings and taking messages. Nominally I was an apprentice draughtsman, a title that meant they could get away with paying me as little as twelve shillings and sixpence per week. Thats sixty-two and a half pence in present-day coin of the realm. Of this vast sum I kept the two shillings and sixpence and gave my mother the remaining ten shillings, or fifty pence, for my weeks keep. At twenty-one I would become a fully-fledged draughtsman at around three pounds a week. And that was my life all set out ahead of me for the next forty-five years or so. While Britains armed forces fought desperate rearguard battles on the continent to stem the steamroller onslaught of an all-conquering enemy, I was fated to wield nothing more lethal than a sharpened HB at a drawing-board. The prospect didnt exactly thrill me.

But while the war was on regulations were very strict. You couldnt change your job without permission, and you could even be dragged into court and fined for persistently turning up late for work. It seemed as if I was chained to a boring and inconsequential job in my home town while tremendous battles that would decide the fate of the Free World were being fought out elsewhere. The only way that I could get out of my present job was by climbing into an aeroplane.

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