posted 12-21- 02:55 PM
Now for the SDOE version:We were slated to bomb some target in occupied territory. After awhile they all appear the same. (When will this war end!) This was to be a joint venture with the Yanks. They were to take out a target South of us and help split/confuse the Germany Luftwaffe. Which is not a hard thing to do!
I am flying my trustie "K" for Kopper Lanc.
Our Mossie escorts, as usual, went running off to hunt for the hunters! It never works. Wait for them to come to you.
I see a dot on the horizon off my starboard wing. Don't pay any attention to it. The yanks are over there.
The dot gets larger. Humm, what could that be? Before you know it, its an FW190 bearing down on me! Arrggghhh. A message comes in to the WO/AG - the yank force was jumped early and they were all shot out of they sky.
My WO/AG puts in a desperate cry to the escorts: "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? WE HAVE AN FW ON OUR TAIL. GET THE HELL OVER HERE NOW!!!!" My WO/AG was never a subtle guy.
Trusstie "K" is pretty good on tight turns so I do these as well as corkscrews waiting for the cavalry to show up. This krauts cannon rounds and 8mm are dancing all over me. He is bang on, for some reason I am not going in. I thing he was hitting me in the main fuselage all the time. Anywhere else and I would have been hitting the silk long ago.
Mossie radios in, he's coming just hold on!!! Easy for him to say. I have 3 engines on fire by now and I expect my plane to explode at any minute.
Finally, the Mossie shows up. Guess he didn't find any krauts out there. BUT I DID!!!
He eventually dispatches the jerry.
We are still over the Channel, miles from the objective. If we turn back now there will be no credit as an Op to my tour. No choice I bash on! Plus, one of the other guys in the Sqn got a DFC for flying to the objective and back on 3 engines. So this should be worth at least the DFC!!! Another gong for my big chest, hehe.
It is difficult as hell to hold it straight and level. I am yawing all over the sky the wings keep stalling. Finally, over the target at a mear 4,000 ft. Kind of low! The blast on those mother bombs might blow me up. Oh well, for King and Country!
Bombs gone! Target destroyed! We have one hell of a Bomb Aimer, he never misses! Now, we are flying on our own time. Lets get the hell back! Slowly but steadily we are lossing altitude. The English coast is ahead. No time for a pretty landing. Gear down, flaps down. Cut my last good engine. 5 bounces later we are landed near the radar installation on the south coast.
The wingco put me in for an immediate DFC. One more red inked op in the log book. One less to do!!!
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Kopper
Fortunae Nihil
(Nothing to Chance)
OPPs Making SDOE a Dangerous place.
One plane at a time.