Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: "TB"
Pilot name: Osprey
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 0530
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane Ia
Marking: "P for Pip"
Serial number: V6620
Synopsis:
The last week has been the worst of all, we lost some good chaps to the Hun - Hugh 'Hopper' Hopkin from Harrow, Edward 'Bunter' Billikin-Hughes who was an Etonian like me (he flew with the boys from No.615) and my good pal Charles 'Charlie' Mainwaring, also from Eton and a damned fine off-spinner. All dead in the past two weeks. I remember us leap-frogging our way down to the local RAF station in 1936 when we heard noises about Hitler's ambitions and I remember our days in fighter training when we first got our hands on Sydney Camm's Marvel Machine - the Hurricane. How we were going to bash Jerry back into Boschland. I'm starting to feel differently now, having moved from the high moral days when we arrived through delirium and crazy drinking parties with the local French tottie, and now to this - Poids-Nord a sopping wet cesspit of an airfield in the middle of nowhere, a narrow, bumpy track for a strip and right on the front line within sound of the fighting. A tent for sleeping quarters, a tent for the Officers Mess right next to a field hospital tent where wounded brownshirts are being ferried in. One can hardly drink hard with the groans from the wounded next to us. There have been a few storms and parts of the field are a bog but the ground staff have worked wonders to keep the strip in service. The only solid rooves are for our kites, I would sleep in with my beloved V6620 but for Sgt Jones and his chaps working on her through the night. And to cap it all those buggers from No.64 were transferred back to the modern 'drome at Eastchurch in old blighty and they've been supplied with the new RAF fighter, the Spitfire. I protested the move with Dowding directly but was told that those chaps were on Spits and needed to get re-trained, hopefully the Spitfire has a better compass in it than the Hurricane, they might arrive on the front line a bit quicker!
I was awoken by Cpl Moxey, my batman, at about 5am with a hot cup of tea and biscuit brown - good old Moxey, he knows what a rat I can be if I don't get a cup pushed into my hand within a minute. I was also asked to rush over to the Operations tent
and call command immediately, turns out it was from the top, overnight Calais had been taking a pounding from German Panzers but although the Frogs had surrendered the Brits were holding out. Intercepted messages read that Jerry was planning to bash the buggers out from the air and it was up to us to stop that from happening, only this time we'd have Spitfire support from England - let's hope it was No.64 and their 'training' was on the front line!
I assembled the chaps for a very quick briefing and we got up into our kites. The runway here is so small we have to use both ends and take off in vics. A sight to behold as FO Teepee powered his vic over my head, I faked a duck as the undercart was raised only several feet above - would've been tough to explain that to Ops, that you decapitated the CO with your port wheel. Once No.501 were up we set to lean, low RPM and 2lbs boost heading 25 degrees to patrol between St.Omer and Calais at 15kft. No.615 were a minute behind us, S/L Hawes bravely leading his formation out.
No sooner had we arrived that PO Bonkin called out contacts lower than us and parallel to our 2OC to 5OC - they were probably Hun so I ordered half the squadron to engage the rear and the others to follow me into the front. I gave the position on the R/T to the Wing, No.64 were also in the region and called out Stuka's just before I could ID them. RPM and throttle up, nose down and rudder trimmed Bunny, Fang and I screamed downhill toward a group, Fang engaged a pair whilst Bunny and I flew overhead to concentrate on the leading group before they reached the brave soldiers at Calais. Gunsight on and set to 54ft Bunny and I engaged, the returning fire was immense as yellow tracer flashed past my canopy. I fired on the rightmost Stuka from 250 yards and witnessed strikes causing fuel and coolant leaks and he jettisoned his bombs immediately. I continued a slow bank across the formation firing into the 2 to his left, and then the 4th one from only 20 yards - I was so close I could see the pilot looking at me in fear before blood sprayed across the canopy and he slumped forwards, I yanked the stick back to avoid a collision, very close that was, I rolled over and saw him fall away into a dive, there were no parachutes. I claim this Stuka as destroyed. Meanwhile PO Bunny unleashed into the chap I first fired on and he wheeled to port and fell down. I claim a shared kill of this Stuka. The other 2 were leaking and turning about to return to base. I disengaged because several aircraft appeared - 109's! I claim 2 Stuka's as damaged. I warned Bunny to break and we entered a dogfight which rapidly became 3 vs 2. Adjusting the gunsight to 32ft I lined up the one behind Bunny and fired on him striking him into the engine from 120 yards causing large leaks of coolant and fluids. He remained in the fight and we then appeared to lose one of them, the tables had turned. Bunny fired on the other 109 and damaged him but meanwhile the other one stayed bravely with his friend. I got more shots into him and he went in somewhere south of Pihen. I claim this 109 as shared destroyed with PO Bunny. The other one meanwhile had run away so I may only claim him as damaged. Bunny and I continued our patrol, then spotted a straggling, damaged Stuka trying to get home, I fired on him and he fell down into some woods South of Calais Marck. I saw no parachutes. I claim a shared kill of this machine. Soonafter we found another pair of 109's. They attacked but we soon turned the tables on them with the fine agility of the Hurricane. I scored hits on one and set his wing on fire - good old De Wilde, Bunny went after the other and damaged him. It was then we were we became separated as I gave chase to the 109. I pulled the tit and went for him, gaining enough to fire again causing him yet more damage, before tracer flashed past my canopy - just my rotten luck! I broke clear and started to fight this pair alone and soon lined up his friend and pulled the trigger - nothing! I was all out of De Wilde. I was also low on fuel, switching to the reserve, and I had to fight these two without ammunition. I called for help on the R/T and after an epic 20 minutes of defensive moves I managed to take the fight to the north where a pair from No.64 had arrived in Spitfires on their return - a sight for sore eyes their appearance immediately cause the two to flee. With a gallon left I landed at Calais Marck which was non operational and British tanks were fighting on the edge of it, there I watch PO Bully also put down. We managed to grab some dirty 87 octane, we had no choice, and headed back home to Poids Nord landing safely 2 hours after we left. She ran a little rough but OK, upon landing I gave her the once over and found a few bullet holes in the port wing which damaged one of the guns but that was it. Sgt Jones said it's nothing he can't sort out.
Claims
Destroyed: 1/2 109, 2 Stuka
Probable:
Damaged: 2 109, 2&1/2 Stuka
Losses
Pilot: OK
A/C: Minor damage
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Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: "SH"
Pilot name: Redeye
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530
Base: Eastchurch
Type: Spitfire Ia
Marking: "P for Pip"
Serial number: k9964
Synopsis:
64 took off to cover our boys holding the fort at Dunkirk.
I took off as White 2, with Vranac leading the flight.
Nearly killed taking off as my kite pulled unusually hard to port side.
Formed up and headed east at angels 15.
During the flight I overshot my position several times, cursing my
sloppy fingers, but I managed to get back in line as we crossed the french coast.
As we came feet dry E/A aircrafts were reported and we saw 6-8 passing approx 2k feet below us
heading for Dunkirk escorted by another 4-5 109's. The 109's were escorting Stukas. 64
squadron broke off to engage and I stayed at White leaders 8 o clock when the squadron clashed
swords with the enemy.
The radio erupted in chaos as mulitiple sightings came in. Apparantly a number of groups of
Stukas were all heading for our target area over Dunkirk proper.
I noticed a 109 crossing below me and I broke off to follow. I managed to stay with him for
some time, but as he lost altitude he was joined by a wingman, forming up on his tail. I took several
shoots but missed as the fight lost altitude.
Suddenly I took fire from a 109 with a leaking radiatior, but I managed to swing around and
get on his tail, loosing shots at him as I did. The E/A went down to treetop level, me
following. I took fire again from 6 o'clock and took evasive action but managed to get back on
presumblably the same enemy as he was streaming glycol as well. I fired and the 109 took minor
hits, but he started panicking due to the damage, and entered into and plummeted to the ground
just below. I could clearly see the explosion. I claim this 109 as destroyed.
After that 2 109's engaged me and I went defensive and managed to shake the enemy at treetop
level just south of Calais.
I set course 340 and climbed towards the target area where severel contacts were being
reported.
As I climbed back towards the target area several straggling Ju87's were heading south.
I enganged a lone, damaged Ju87 and made tre passes, scoring many good hits. Suddenly the E/A
started spiralling down, his prop at a standstill, until the Junkers crashed burning into the ground.
I claim this Ju87 as destroyed.
(Launcher crash)
Noticing that my fuel leves were getting low I set out to sea alone and returned to
Eastchurch.
Claims
Destroyed:1/2x109 1/2xJu87
Probable:N/A
Damaged:N/A
Losses
Pilot:ok
A/C:ok
Squadron code: "SH"
Pilot name: Redeye
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530
Base: Eastchurch
Type: Spitfire Ia
Marking: "P for Pip"
Serial number: k9964
Synopsis:
64 took off to cover our boys holding the fort at Dunkirk.
I took off as White 2, with Vranac leading the flight.
Nearly killed taking off as my kite pulled unusually hard to port side.
Formed up and headed east at angels 15.
During the flight I overshot my position several times, cursing my
sloppy fingers, but I managed to get back in line as we crossed the french coast.
As we came feet dry E/A aircrafts were reported and we saw 6-8 passing approx 2k feet below us
heading for Dunkirk escorted by another 4-5 109's. The 109's were escorting Stukas. 64
squadron broke off to engage and I stayed at White leaders 8 o clock when the squadron clashed
swords with the enemy.
The radio erupted in chaos as mulitiple sightings came in. Apparantly a number of groups of
Stukas were all heading for our target area over Dunkirk proper.
I noticed a 109 crossing below me and I broke off to follow. I managed to stay with him for
some time, but as he lost altitude he was joined by a wingman, forming up on his tail. I took several
shoots but missed as the fight lost altitude.
Suddenly I took fire from a 109 with a leaking radiatior, but I managed to swing around and
get on his tail, loosing shots at him as I did. The E/A went down to treetop level, me
following. I took fire again from 6 o'clock and took evasive action but managed to get back on
presumblably the same enemy as he was streaming glycol as well. I fired and the 109 took minor
hits, but he started panicking due to the damage, and entered into and plummeted to the ground
just below. I could clearly see the explosion. I claim this 109 as destroyed.
After that 2 109's engaged me and I went defensive and managed to shake the enemy at treetop
level just south of Calais.
I set course 340 and climbed towards the target area where severel contacts were being
reported.
As I climbed back towards the target area several straggling Ju87's were heading south.
I enganged a lone, damaged Ju87 and made tre passes, scoring many good hits. Suddenly the E/A
started spiralling down, his prop at a standstill, until the Junkers crashed burning into the ground.
I claim this Ju87 as destroyed.
(Launcher crash)
Noticing that my fuel leves were getting low I set out to sea alone and returned to
Eastchurch.
Claims
Destroyed:1/2x109 1/2xJu87
Probable:N/A
Damaged:N/A
Losses
Pilot:ok
A/C:ok
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Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: SD-B
Pilot name: Bully
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane 100 oct
Marking: B for Beer"
Serial number: L2038
Took off from Poix-Nord. And headed up to Calais to find some Hun. Spotted three groups of JU-87's around St.Omer and dived into to attack the third flight. Opening up on the JU-87 at the back of the group, getting good hits. I Repeated this on next Stuka in line, again get some hits. The next '87 suffered the worst of the three, damaging his radiator and a leaking fuel - surely not going to make it home.
The rest of the squadron had by now split up, and the radio was flooded with people calling for assistance. Every time I started to fly to aid somebody, I got a call from somewhere else, so saw little action for ten or so minutes.
Bunny and Osprey where the last two pilots who I had heard from with a location. I tried to rendezvous with them to assist them. I found Bunny when he was chasing a 109, but low on fuel we started to head home. We got bounced by a 109 on the way back to base, and turned to fight. Bunny gave chase, but the dastardly Hun out ran us.
Osprey was still fighting somewhere else, and I left Bunny to turn back towards Calais to assist, but didn't make it, as he had, rather embarrassingly, got rescued by some jockeys from 64 Squadron.
I put in at Coquelles after Osprey, and would try to make it back to home base as quickly as possible.
Claims
Destroyed: None
Probable: 1 x Stuka
Damaged: 2 x Stuka
Losses
Pilot: OK
Aircraft: Perfect
Squadron code: SD-B
Pilot name: Bully
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane 100 oct
Marking: B for Beer"
Serial number: L2038
Took off from Poix-Nord. And headed up to Calais to find some Hun. Spotted three groups of JU-87's around St.Omer and dived into to attack the third flight. Opening up on the JU-87 at the back of the group, getting good hits. I Repeated this on next Stuka in line, again get some hits. The next '87 suffered the worst of the three, damaging his radiator and a leaking fuel - surely not going to make it home.
The rest of the squadron had by now split up, and the radio was flooded with people calling for assistance. Every time I started to fly to aid somebody, I got a call from somewhere else, so saw little action for ten or so minutes.
Bunny and Osprey where the last two pilots who I had heard from with a location. I tried to rendezvous with them to assist them. I found Bunny when he was chasing a 109, but low on fuel we started to head home. We got bounced by a 109 on the way back to base, and turned to fight. Bunny gave chase, but the dastardly Hun out ran us.
Osprey was still fighting somewhere else, and I left Bunny to turn back towards Calais to assist, but didn't make it, as he had, rather embarrassingly, got rescued by some jockeys from 64 Squadron.
I put in at Coquelles after Osprey, and would try to make it back to home base as quickly as possible.
Claims
Destroyed: None
Probable: 1 x Stuka
Damaged: 2 x Stuka
Losses
Pilot: OK
Aircraft: Perfect
Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Form 540
Mission date: 24th May 1940
Aerodrome: Eastchurch
Aeroplane: Spitfire 1a / SH-W / K9964
Synopsis:
Our squadron have been transferred to Eastchurch ready to support are chaps in dire trouble in France. We got the call, I took my spit as Red Two, taxi out well behind the other three flights, two pairs of blue and White and Blue, with three in Pink, to cover the rear, Gromic C/O Red One and Johnny Red Three. As soon as I was in position on the runway threshold, the command to roll was issued, ten spitfires roared forward to climb into left turn heading south east to Calais / Dunkirk. We were soon to leave the white cliff of Dover behind to see the French coast quickly pass beneath us. The first report was of Stukas heading towards Dunkirk, by that time I was at 15k when I followed our flight in a right turn, losing sight of Red Flight while checking my six, eventually joining back up with Red One in a left shallow dive. Soon I was alone headed for Calais where I saw many contacts below me. dropping down to 10k, found yellow nose foe all around me. Took a few shots at 109s getting some hits, but not any that mattered. Then I noticed large holes in my right wing, cannon shells, aileron and rudder damaged, immediately tried to dive to head for Calais Marck but found a 109 on my six, I was then drenched all over in blood, then all black and finally, I peacefully watched my past life being displayed before me in brilliant technicolor.
Claims
Destroyed:0
Probable:0
Damaged:2
Lost
Pilot status: KIA
Aeroplane status: Lost
Mission date: 24th May 1940
Aerodrome: Eastchurch
Aeroplane: Spitfire 1a / SH-W / K9964
Synopsis:
Our squadron have been transferred to Eastchurch ready to support are chaps in dire trouble in France. We got the call, I took my spit as Red Two, taxi out well behind the other three flights, two pairs of blue and White and Blue, with three in Pink, to cover the rear, Gromic C/O Red One and Johnny Red Three. As soon as I was in position on the runway threshold, the command to roll was issued, ten spitfires roared forward to climb into left turn heading south east to Calais / Dunkirk. We were soon to leave the white cliff of Dover behind to see the French coast quickly pass beneath us. The first report was of Stukas heading towards Dunkirk, by that time I was at 15k when I followed our flight in a right turn, losing sight of Red Flight while checking my six, eventually joining back up with Red One in a left shallow dive. Soon I was alone headed for Calais where I saw many contacts below me. dropping down to 10k, found yellow nose foe all around me. Took a few shots at 109s getting some hits, but not any that mattered. Then I noticed large holes in my right wing, cannon shells, aileron and rudder damaged, immediately tried to dive to head for Calais Marck but found a 109 on my six, I was then drenched all over in blood, then all black and finally, I peacefully watched my past life being displayed before me in brilliant technicolor.
Claims
Destroyed:0
Probable:0
Damaged:2
Lost
Pilot status: KIA
Aeroplane status: Lost
Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: SH-R
Pilot name: Luke
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Eastchurch
Type: Spitfire 1a100 oct
Marking: R for Romeo"
Serial number: P9563
Synopsis:
64 formed up on the runway ready to go. Hearing 501 and 615 still firing their engines up and forming on the runway 64 were ready to go. Tyrone took the lead for blue group on this mission and we were first to take off. Blue group took off and the rest of 64 followed. 64 then formed up together with each individual group and it looked impressive.
We then set a course to calais which was our defensive objective. We Climbed up to 16,000ft over the channel and leveled out at that altitude. We then passed over calais with no hun in sight. A few minutes later Tyrone called out contacts 12'o clock low and even more contacts above at 12'o clock. It was 6 JG26. They passed us on the left and 64 Broke left to engage giving 501 and 615 our position and situation as we as the location of the stuka's. A massive dogfight then took place and 64 was engaged. I checked my six as someone called out "Spitfire check your six" I checked my six and I had a 109 eyeing me up for a shot, I pulled hard left and dove a few thousand feet and he broke off. I looked to my left and nitrous had 109's on him. He called out that he was ok and they disengaged. After that close encounter with the 109 on my six I lost sight of Tyrone and told him to meet at Calais. I made my way to Calais at around 7,000ft. I saw contact lower than me over calais and it was at least 4 stuka's with 2 109's. There was and extra contact and it was a friendly spitfire. I dove down and engaged some of the stuka's getting hits and causing them to stream oil and fuel. I then checked my six again and there was a 109. I made evasive action and he broke. The battle then headed over the oye plage where 109's patrolling. I then got engaged again and took a few hits. Nothing bad until I tried to fire my guns and only had my right wing guns operational. I was pissed and the hun had to pay for that. I told Tyrone my position and within a few minutes tyrone arrive and engaged these 109's with me. It was even with us to spitfire vs 2 109's. They were playing the zoom and boom game with either me or Tyrone were playing the bait as the other one engaged them as they dove down. This went on for a while and before we knew it we were far inland at around 3-5,000ft as tyrone was chasing a 109.
I then called out contacts 12'o clock. 3 of them, I zoomed in and saw that It was a lonely hurricane fighting 2 109's and I said on comms, "It must be osprey". I broke left and engaged one of the 109's and fired my right side guns and got hits causing his plane to stream fuel. I then heard Osprey on comms saying that friendlies had arrived to help him out as he was out of fuel and ammunition, to his surprise it was not what he was expecting. He thought that a hurricane had come and saved him but it was my mighty spitfire that saved osprey from the hun. I then formed up with Osprey and covered him to the coast but he then said on comms " I'm out of fuel I'm gunna have to put this down now and get tommy to take me back to england from the docks". Made me laugh I then told Tyrone I was RTB to eastchurch as I was low on fuel. The next 10 minutes were very tense as I had 13 gallons of fuel left when I left the coast of france. By the time I reached the English coast I was down to 6 or 7 gallons on fuel with my plane running at less than 2200 RPM. I had already started to climb to make sure that if I ran out of fuel I could glide back to eastchurch. On a few occaisions I though that was not going to make it back. Just before I got to eastchurch I was down to 1 gallon of fuel, my plane was spluttering and the engine was about to give in. I was at 10,000ft and had enough altitude to basically glide the rest of the way down to the airfield. I dropped my landing gear and landing flaps and hoped for the best. This would be my first landing with rudder pedals. The atmosphere was tense in the cockpit and the moment my plane landed my engine gave in. What a relief.
No.64_Luke
OUT
Claims
Destroyed: 1x 109
Probable:
Damaged: 1x 109, 2x stuka's
Losses
Pilot: ok
A/C: ok, slight damage to the left wing leaving guns inoperable
Squadron code: SH-R
Pilot name: Luke
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Eastchurch
Type: Spitfire 1a100 oct
Marking: R for Romeo"
Serial number: P9563
Synopsis:
64 formed up on the runway ready to go. Hearing 501 and 615 still firing their engines up and forming on the runway 64 were ready to go. Tyrone took the lead for blue group on this mission and we were first to take off. Blue group took off and the rest of 64 followed. 64 then formed up together with each individual group and it looked impressive.
We then set a course to calais which was our defensive objective. We Climbed up to 16,000ft over the channel and leveled out at that altitude. We then passed over calais with no hun in sight. A few minutes later Tyrone called out contacts 12'o clock low and even more contacts above at 12'o clock. It was 6 JG26. They passed us on the left and 64 Broke left to engage giving 501 and 615 our position and situation as we as the location of the stuka's. A massive dogfight then took place and 64 was engaged. I checked my six as someone called out "Spitfire check your six" I checked my six and I had a 109 eyeing me up for a shot, I pulled hard left and dove a few thousand feet and he broke off. I looked to my left and nitrous had 109's on him. He called out that he was ok and they disengaged. After that close encounter with the 109 on my six I lost sight of Tyrone and told him to meet at Calais. I made my way to Calais at around 7,000ft. I saw contact lower than me over calais and it was at least 4 stuka's with 2 109's. There was and extra contact and it was a friendly spitfire. I dove down and engaged some of the stuka's getting hits and causing them to stream oil and fuel. I then checked my six again and there was a 109. I made evasive action and he broke. The battle then headed over the oye plage where 109's patrolling. I then got engaged again and took a few hits. Nothing bad until I tried to fire my guns and only had my right wing guns operational. I was pissed and the hun had to pay for that. I told Tyrone my position and within a few minutes tyrone arrive and engaged these 109's with me. It was even with us to spitfire vs 2 109's. They were playing the zoom and boom game with either me or Tyrone were playing the bait as the other one engaged them as they dove down. This went on for a while and before we knew it we were far inland at around 3-5,000ft as tyrone was chasing a 109.
I then called out contacts 12'o clock. 3 of them, I zoomed in and saw that It was a lonely hurricane fighting 2 109's and I said on comms, "It must be osprey". I broke left and engaged one of the 109's and fired my right side guns and got hits causing his plane to stream fuel. I then heard Osprey on comms saying that friendlies had arrived to help him out as he was out of fuel and ammunition, to his surprise it was not what he was expecting. He thought that a hurricane had come and saved him but it was my mighty spitfire that saved osprey from the hun. I then formed up with Osprey and covered him to the coast but he then said on comms " I'm out of fuel I'm gunna have to put this down now and get tommy to take me back to england from the docks". Made me laugh I then told Tyrone I was RTB to eastchurch as I was low on fuel. The next 10 minutes were very tense as I had 13 gallons of fuel left when I left the coast of france. By the time I reached the English coast I was down to 6 or 7 gallons on fuel with my plane running at less than 2200 RPM. I had already started to climb to make sure that if I ran out of fuel I could glide back to eastchurch. On a few occaisions I though that was not going to make it back. Just before I got to eastchurch I was down to 1 gallon of fuel, my plane was spluttering and the engine was about to give in. I was at 10,000ft and had enough altitude to basically glide the rest of the way down to the airfield. I dropped my landing gear and landing flaps and hoped for the best. This would be my first landing with rudder pedals. The atmosphere was tense in the cockpit and the moment my plane landed my engine gave in. What a relief.
No.64_Luke
OUT
Claims
Destroyed: 1x 109
Probable:
Damaged: 1x 109, 2x stuka's
Losses
Pilot: ok
A/C: ok, slight damage to the left wing leaving guns inoperable
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Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.615"County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron code: "KW"
Pilot name: Hawes
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 0530
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane Ia
Marking: "T for Toc"
Serial number: L2098
Synopsis:
I took off from Poix Nord with what was left of Panta squadron and headed for the Calais area. I took the flight over Amiens and was leading them towards Saint Omer at Angels 14 when Mandrel and Freema squadrons called out contacts between Saint Omer and Calais. Sgt Random and L/A Dots were flying on the left of the flight and sighted a smoking A/C 5,000' below us. I sent the pair in first and then led the rest of the flight down on another contact. I got seperated from the rest of the flight but saw the smoking A/C which turned out to be a Ju87. I came in and shot up his wing, but got a little too close. The next thing I knew I was spinning down on one wing. I jumped out with my brolly and floated down into a forest.
I managed to get out of the 'chaut and came across a friendly farmer's daughter. After finishing up,I headed N/W with some food and wine that the 'Mameselle' had given me. I approached the lines between the Jerries and our PBI at nightfall and managed to get through. When I bumped into the last German sentry I had to throw some Bratwurst one way and legged it the other.
I got back to a friendly mess at 2 am and collapsed into a cot there. Alive but bloody pissed off with the collision that left me the wrong side of the lines.
Claims
Destroyed:
Probable: 1 shared JU87
Damaged:
Losses
Pilot: OK
A/C: Lost
Squadron code: "KW"
Pilot name: Hawes
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 0530
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane Ia
Marking: "T for Toc"
Serial number: L2098
Synopsis:
I took off from Poix Nord with what was left of Panta squadron and headed for the Calais area. I took the flight over Amiens and was leading them towards Saint Omer at Angels 14 when Mandrel and Freema squadrons called out contacts between Saint Omer and Calais. Sgt Random and L/A Dots were flying on the left of the flight and sighted a smoking A/C 5,000' below us. I sent the pair in first and then led the rest of the flight down on another contact. I got seperated from the rest of the flight but saw the smoking A/C which turned out to be a Ju87. I came in and shot up his wing, but got a little too close. The next thing I knew I was spinning down on one wing. I jumped out with my brolly and floated down into a forest.
I managed to get out of the 'chaut and came across a friendly farmer's daughter. After finishing up,I headed N/W with some food and wine that the 'Mameselle' had given me. I approached the lines between the Jerries and our PBI at nightfall and managed to get through. When I bumped into the last German sentry I had to throw some Bratwurst one way and legged it the other.
I got back to a friendly mess at 2 am and collapsed into a cot there. Alive but bloody pissed off with the collision that left me the wrong side of the lines.
Claims
Destroyed:
Probable: 1 shared JU87
Damaged:
Losses
Pilot: OK
A/C: Lost
Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: SH-A
Pilot name: Looky
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Eastchurch
Type: Spitfire 1a100 oct
Marking:" A for Apple"
Serial number: n3032
Synopsis:
It was a bright summers morning as 64 took their positions on the main runway at Eastchurch.
Squadron leader called roll and we got airborne by flights and formed up quickly orbiting the field.
This was going to be a tough one,we had a long flight across the channel and knew we were going to find hun.
We turned to our assigned heading and started our climb to angels 15.
It was a beautiful sight watching the squadron climbing southeast in close formation.
We made angels 15 and leveled out as we approached Calais.
Coms began to fill up as bandits were spotted heading for our troops at Calais.
"Bandits 12 o clock low "we spotted the bastards,waves of stukas angels 10 inbound Calais.
64 started a shallow dive towards the hun when "fighters 12 high" rang out on coms.
We were in the shit now.They had alt and speed advantage on us.
All hell broke loose.The radio was filled with battle chatter.
In the insuing melee i lost vis on my flight and got engaged by a pair of 109s.
I had no option but to turn tail and dive for the deck in the hope they would not follow.
Levelled out at angels 2 and started to look over my shoulder.
"Bollox the bastards followed me down".I bobbed and weaved but couldnt shake them.
As i would break from the first 109 attack the second would already on his dive towards me.
Tracers whizzed past my cockpit and i heard a loud thud.Oil started to fill my windscreen and
engine started to rattle and vibrate.
The 109s broke and climbed once they knew i was going down.
Luck was on my side as i was close to Calais.
I managed to set her down gently on her belly in a beautiful poppy field.
How surreal i thought as i slid back the canopy and ran to friendly troops i spotted on my way down.
My lovely spit was a right off but at least i would live to fight another day.
Claims
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 0
Losses
Pilot: OK
A/C: Lost
Squadron code: SH-A
Pilot name: Looky
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Eastchurch
Type: Spitfire 1a100 oct
Marking:" A for Apple"
Serial number: n3032
Synopsis:
It was a bright summers morning as 64 took their positions on the main runway at Eastchurch.
Squadron leader called roll and we got airborne by flights and formed up quickly orbiting the field.
This was going to be a tough one,we had a long flight across the channel and knew we were going to find hun.
We turned to our assigned heading and started our climb to angels 15.
It was a beautiful sight watching the squadron climbing southeast in close formation.
We made angels 15 and leveled out as we approached Calais.
Coms began to fill up as bandits were spotted heading for our troops at Calais.
"Bandits 12 o clock low "we spotted the bastards,waves of stukas angels 10 inbound Calais.
64 started a shallow dive towards the hun when "fighters 12 high" rang out on coms.
We were in the shit now.They had alt and speed advantage on us.
All hell broke loose.The radio was filled with battle chatter.
In the insuing melee i lost vis on my flight and got engaged by a pair of 109s.
I had no option but to turn tail and dive for the deck in the hope they would not follow.
Levelled out at angels 2 and started to look over my shoulder.
"Bollox the bastards followed me down".I bobbed and weaved but couldnt shake them.
As i would break from the first 109 attack the second would already on his dive towards me.
Tracers whizzed past my cockpit and i heard a loud thud.Oil started to fill my windscreen and
engine started to rattle and vibrate.
The 109s broke and climbed once they knew i was going down.
Luck was on my side as i was close to Calais.
I managed to set her down gently on her belly in a beautiful poppy field.
How surreal i thought as i slid back the canopy and ran to friendly troops i spotted on my way down.
My lovely spit was a right off but at least i would live to fight another day.
Claims
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 0
Losses
Pilot: OK
A/C: Lost
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Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: "SD"
Pilot name: FO Teepee
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 0530hrs
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Trusty Hawker Hurricane Mk 1A
Marking: "M for Marvel"
Serial number: N2617
Synopsis:
Following my last mission, the heroic ground crew had recovered my trusty, battle scarred Hurricane from the airfield at Berk. The kite was in pristine condition once more and so I tipped the SNCO i/c with a few Belgian and French Francs and told him to get the chaps some wine for their troubles, and have a drink on me. Needless to say the 501 Sqn chaps didn't let it go to their heads and they were all smartly turned out for COs inspection the next morning. Only one airman, SAC Juan Kerr from 64 Sqn, failed to turn up and was promptly placed in front of the Boss, hat off, to receive 10 days restrictions! Juan had escaped the Spanish Civil War to join with the RAF but would soon be going back due to his bad form.
The fearless pilots of 501 and 615 Sqn took off using both ends of the runway. A tricky manoeuvre but easily carried out safe in the knowledge that 64 Sqn were back in Blighty. They had been evacuated to acquaint themselves with the new Spitfire and to replenish their stocks of Brylcreem, which was getting scarce in France.
The mighty Hurricane force flew towards Calais to protect our brave soldiers from being harried by the Hun. The dark forces had been pushing through France and we were desperate to hold back the Hun in his relentless quest for more land.
PO Bonkin was leading when a cry of 'Targets at 2 o'clock' crackled in my earphones. A wave of Stukas was flying towards Calais to drop their eggs of destruction onto the ground forces defending the port. As we sped to intercept, a second wave of the those death dealing machines was spotted so the Hurricane force now split up to attack independently. I dived to attack the left echelon of the leading wave. I fired into the black crossed crate and forced a smiled to myself as my lead needles wove their pattern of death across the enemy cloth. This would not be a Bayeux Tapestry, but more like a final curtain for Fritz. I claim one damaged Stuka.
I broke off the attack when I saw four 109s heading our way from the South. I called a warning to our chaps and made my way to meet Jerry. I found myself on the tail of one aircraft and fired into the rear of the fuselage. I caused some damage signified by vapour trails of fuel, or some other yellow fluid of a human origin, streaming into the air. I broke off the attack when the three other 109s turned towards me and I thought it best to vacate this party! The marvellous Hurricane was good, but not that good. I claim a damaged 109
I flew low towards Calais, emptying my ammo toward another 109 which was chasing a friendly fighter. I didn't see any damage but the Boche certainly knew that he had been dealt a few warning blows.
As I was flying toward Calais I was beset upon by some unfriendly sorts. These chaps weren't in the mood for a sporty fight and I could feel the trusty Hurricane beginning to weaken under the relentless blows being dealt by the Hun fighters. By sheer luck I was able to evade my attackers and made to land my crippled wonder machine at Calais. But, Lady Luck was not dealing me any prize winning hands this time. I felt more deathly blows hitting my kite when I received a jarring blow to my body. Things were turning red. Instinctively I reached out to touch my picture of Yvette, in the corner of my cockpit, stroking her thigh for what could be the last time. As flames began to burn around my cabin the life force was sucked from my limp body. I managed a quick mental image of my time with the young filly from the Berk Station Pony Club as my mighty machine hit the ground with my now lifeless body inside.
Claims:
Destroyed: None
Probable: None
Damaged: 1 x Ju87
Damaged: 1 x Me109
Losses:
Pilot: Not OK
A/C: Not Serviceable.
Posthumous tea and medals due for getting shot down.
Squadron code: "SD"
Pilot name: FO Teepee
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 0530hrs
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Trusty Hawker Hurricane Mk 1A
Marking: "M for Marvel"
Serial number: N2617
Synopsis:
Following my last mission, the heroic ground crew had recovered my trusty, battle scarred Hurricane from the airfield at Berk. The kite was in pristine condition once more and so I tipped the SNCO i/c with a few Belgian and French Francs and told him to get the chaps some wine for their troubles, and have a drink on me. Needless to say the 501 Sqn chaps didn't let it go to their heads and they were all smartly turned out for COs inspection the next morning. Only one airman, SAC Juan Kerr from 64 Sqn, failed to turn up and was promptly placed in front of the Boss, hat off, to receive 10 days restrictions! Juan had escaped the Spanish Civil War to join with the RAF but would soon be going back due to his bad form.
The fearless pilots of 501 and 615 Sqn took off using both ends of the runway. A tricky manoeuvre but easily carried out safe in the knowledge that 64 Sqn were back in Blighty. They had been evacuated to acquaint themselves with the new Spitfire and to replenish their stocks of Brylcreem, which was getting scarce in France.
The mighty Hurricane force flew towards Calais to protect our brave soldiers from being harried by the Hun. The dark forces had been pushing through France and we were desperate to hold back the Hun in his relentless quest for more land.
PO Bonkin was leading when a cry of 'Targets at 2 o'clock' crackled in my earphones. A wave of Stukas was flying towards Calais to drop their eggs of destruction onto the ground forces defending the port. As we sped to intercept, a second wave of the those death dealing machines was spotted so the Hurricane force now split up to attack independently. I dived to attack the left echelon of the leading wave. I fired into the black crossed crate and forced a smiled to myself as my lead needles wove their pattern of death across the enemy cloth. This would not be a Bayeux Tapestry, but more like a final curtain for Fritz. I claim one damaged Stuka.
I broke off the attack when I saw four 109s heading our way from the South. I called a warning to our chaps and made my way to meet Jerry. I found myself on the tail of one aircraft and fired into the rear of the fuselage. I caused some damage signified by vapour trails of fuel, or some other yellow fluid of a human origin, streaming into the air. I broke off the attack when the three other 109s turned towards me and I thought it best to vacate this party! The marvellous Hurricane was good, but not that good. I claim a damaged 109
I flew low towards Calais, emptying my ammo toward another 109 which was chasing a friendly fighter. I didn't see any damage but the Boche certainly knew that he had been dealt a few warning blows.
As I was flying toward Calais I was beset upon by some unfriendly sorts. These chaps weren't in the mood for a sporty fight and I could feel the trusty Hurricane beginning to weaken under the relentless blows being dealt by the Hun fighters. By sheer luck I was able to evade my attackers and made to land my crippled wonder machine at Calais. But, Lady Luck was not dealing me any prize winning hands this time. I felt more deathly blows hitting my kite when I received a jarring blow to my body. Things were turning red. Instinctively I reached out to touch my picture of Yvette, in the corner of my cockpit, stroking her thigh for what could be the last time. As flames began to burn around my cabin the life force was sucked from my limp body. I managed a quick mental image of my time with the young filly from the Berk Station Pony Club as my mighty machine hit the ground with my now lifeless body inside.
Claims:
Destroyed: None
Probable: None
Damaged: 1 x Ju87
Damaged: 1 x Me109
Losses:
Pilot: Not OK
A/C: Not Serviceable.
Posthumous tea and medals due for getting shot down.
Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: "SD"
Pilot name: Bonkin
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 0900
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane Ia
Marking: "Z for Zebra"
Serial number: P3803
Synopsis
Providing air cover in the Calais area for a general retreat. CAVOK. Sighted multiple Ju87’s and damaged several. Separated from the rest of the squadron headed over to Calais to lend assistance to some of our chaps there but seemed to run into nothing but Bf109’s. Governor taken out by the first hits and ended up being chased by three of the blighters in line astern. Blacked out in the ensuing explosion as I stuffed it in.
Engine Start 0901
Brakes Off 0904
Brakes On n/a
Engine Shutdown n/a
Full Report
Nigsy has been down of late. I think it was ever since we left Haute-Fontaine. This Poix-Nord is a bit of a dump really – and Nigsy is not accustomed to being billeted in tents. I think he’s also missing his friend – the farmers Collie. Can’t say I’m upset to have left. That farmer turned rather nasty on us. Turns out that the Collie was actually a bitch and he was muttering something about needing compensation. We gave him the last of our secret stash of “Nigys’ French Beer” (which we had kept back for No.64) – and he seemed quite happy with that. No.64 didn’t need it any more anyway because they’d already been evacuated back to Blighty. Something to do with having to pick up some shiny new Spitfires.
The brief was to provide air cover for our brave boys battling their way back to the coast. Things are getting worse for the BEF and the retreat is in full flow. After a crappy breakfast I gave Nigsy a pat on the head and told him I'd be back for lunch. He must have spied a rabbit or something because he rushed off quite quickly into a corn field.
Being closest to the end of the dirt track runway I had the privilege of leading the best of No.501 on a mass take-off. There was no wind so we were using both directions for take-off and we deliberately kept it low to roar over the heads of our friends in No.615 in a magnificent salute to the glory of the mighty Hurricane force. Jerry was certainly going to get a belly full of De Wilde today!
After circling the field at 2000ft waiting for the others to get off the ground we set a course of 020 and climbed towards our allotted patrol area. It wasn’t long before the eagle eyes of PO Bully spotted three groups of Ju-87’s below us, overhead St.Omer and heading West towards the coast. The boss split us into two Flights and we immediately got stuck in. The R/T was alive with excited calls as we ripped pieces off the gull-winged bomb trolleys.
The hero of the moment was FO Teepee who had noticed a Schwarm of four Hun Bf109’s closing in from our six. He rushed off to face them alone so that the rest of us could concentrate on downing the Stukas. He must have done a good job keeping them busy because the rest of us didn’t see any 109’s at all whilst we enjoyed the slaughter.
As time went on we all became separated. Over the R/T it seemed like the boss and PO Bunny were taking on the whole of the Luftwaffe single handed. Between them they were downing 109’s and Stuka’s left right and centre. I was a bit upset that they weren’t leaving any for me – but when they reported that they were overhead Calais I made straight for them to join in the fun. When I got there though it seemed like the remainder of the Luftwaffe were waiting for me. All of a sudden I found myself being chased by three of them in line astern. The first blighter hit my engine taking the governor out (approx 0950). As the engine started to grind I decided to make a dash Southwards for it – but they all (Maalek, Pitti and Rook) followed me taking pot shots. Before I knew it my left arm was in searing pain and was blood soaked – and I no longer had any control over my wonder machine. I started to hope that Nigsy had caught his rabbit and that he would be OK – and that the Squadron would look after him. The last I saw was the ground rushing up before it suddenly went black.
Claims
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 3x Ju87
Losses
Pilot: Probably a bit crispy - with a few holes in important areas.
A/C: Perhaps salvageable - but in need of some major repairs and a wipe down of the cockpit.
As I had my box brownie with me I managed to take a few pictures.
Squadron code: "SD"
Pilot name: Bonkin
Date: 24th May 1940
Time: 0900
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane Ia
Marking: "Z for Zebra"
Serial number: P3803
Synopsis
Providing air cover in the Calais area for a general retreat. CAVOK. Sighted multiple Ju87’s and damaged several. Separated from the rest of the squadron headed over to Calais to lend assistance to some of our chaps there but seemed to run into nothing but Bf109’s. Governor taken out by the first hits and ended up being chased by three of the blighters in line astern. Blacked out in the ensuing explosion as I stuffed it in.
Engine Start 0901
Brakes Off 0904
Brakes On n/a
Engine Shutdown n/a
Full Report
Nigsy has been down of late. I think it was ever since we left Haute-Fontaine. This Poix-Nord is a bit of a dump really – and Nigsy is not accustomed to being billeted in tents. I think he’s also missing his friend – the farmers Collie. Can’t say I’m upset to have left. That farmer turned rather nasty on us. Turns out that the Collie was actually a bitch and he was muttering something about needing compensation. We gave him the last of our secret stash of “Nigys’ French Beer” (which we had kept back for No.64) – and he seemed quite happy with that. No.64 didn’t need it any more anyway because they’d already been evacuated back to Blighty. Something to do with having to pick up some shiny new Spitfires.
The brief was to provide air cover for our brave boys battling their way back to the coast. Things are getting worse for the BEF and the retreat is in full flow. After a crappy breakfast I gave Nigsy a pat on the head and told him I'd be back for lunch. He must have spied a rabbit or something because he rushed off quite quickly into a corn field.
Being closest to the end of the dirt track runway I had the privilege of leading the best of No.501 on a mass take-off. There was no wind so we were using both directions for take-off and we deliberately kept it low to roar over the heads of our friends in No.615 in a magnificent salute to the glory of the mighty Hurricane force. Jerry was certainly going to get a belly full of De Wilde today!
After circling the field at 2000ft waiting for the others to get off the ground we set a course of 020 and climbed towards our allotted patrol area. It wasn’t long before the eagle eyes of PO Bully spotted three groups of Ju-87’s below us, overhead St.Omer and heading West towards the coast. The boss split us into two Flights and we immediately got stuck in. The R/T was alive with excited calls as we ripped pieces off the gull-winged bomb trolleys.
The hero of the moment was FO Teepee who had noticed a Schwarm of four Hun Bf109’s closing in from our six. He rushed off to face them alone so that the rest of us could concentrate on downing the Stukas. He must have done a good job keeping them busy because the rest of us didn’t see any 109’s at all whilst we enjoyed the slaughter.
As time went on we all became separated. Over the R/T it seemed like the boss and PO Bunny were taking on the whole of the Luftwaffe single handed. Between them they were downing 109’s and Stuka’s left right and centre. I was a bit upset that they weren’t leaving any for me – but when they reported that they were overhead Calais I made straight for them to join in the fun. When I got there though it seemed like the remainder of the Luftwaffe were waiting for me. All of a sudden I found myself being chased by three of them in line astern. The first blighter hit my engine taking the governor out (approx 0950). As the engine started to grind I decided to make a dash Southwards for it – but they all (Maalek, Pitti and Rook) followed me taking pot shots. Before I knew it my left arm was in searing pain and was blood soaked – and I no longer had any control over my wonder machine. I started to hope that Nigsy had caught his rabbit and that he would be OK – and that the Squadron would look after him. The last I saw was the ground rushing up before it suddenly went black.
Claims
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 3x Ju87
Losses
Pilot: Probably a bit crispy - with a few holes in important areas.
A/C: Perhaps salvageable - but in need of some major repairs and a wipe down of the cockpit.
As I had my box brownie with me I managed to take a few pictures.
Re: The Fall of France. Mission 4: 24th May 1940
Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: SD-F
Pilot name: SAC Fang
Date: 24th May 1940 Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane 100 oct
Marking: F Freddie
Serial number: L1953
With the bells ringing and Flight shouting scramble the chaps from 501 raced across the field to their trusty Hurri's, the C/O and myself were late to the assembly after I had been in his office receiving a dressing down for improper conduct with Mabelle the tea lady, I had tried to explain it was all a big misunderstanding and when she had asked if I would like to see her hot buns I thought she was talking about her cakes. So as we taxied to the strip the rest of 501 buzzed us as they cleared the field, desperate not to receive two bollockings in one day I stuck to the side of the C/O and we took off from Poix-Nord and headed up to Calais to find some of the dirty Hun. It seemed no time at all when the shout of bandits crackled across the radio it was three groups of JU-87's around St.Omer, I quickly closed a pair and putting in short bursts to the first the rear gunner of the JU 87 fell silent, with more rounds striking home he fell away. Now pulling full power I climbed and then rolled over to set up the remaining JU 87, closing at great speed and letting off some lengthy bursts he fell away with terminal damage. The joy of dispatching the 2 JU 87's was short lived as I climbed away I noticed my starboard wing had sub stained some damage and I would need to land as soon as possible. Now on my own and seperated from my flight nearing Calais I had no choice but to land and take my chances. On finals to Calais there was a all might fight going on overhead but I managed to sneak in and land intact.
Claims
Destroyed: 1 x JU 87
Probable: 1 x JU 87
Damaged: 0
Losses
Pilot: OK
Aircraft: Starboard wing damaged, but repairable.
Squadron code: SD-F
Pilot name: SAC Fang
Date: 24th May 1940 Time: 1530 (9.00)
Base: Poix-Nord
Type: Hawker Hurricane 100 oct
Marking: F Freddie
Serial number: L1953
With the bells ringing and Flight shouting scramble the chaps from 501 raced across the field to their trusty Hurri's, the C/O and myself were late to the assembly after I had been in his office receiving a dressing down for improper conduct with Mabelle the tea lady, I had tried to explain it was all a big misunderstanding and when she had asked if I would like to see her hot buns I thought she was talking about her cakes. So as we taxied to the strip the rest of 501 buzzed us as they cleared the field, desperate not to receive two bollockings in one day I stuck to the side of the C/O and we took off from Poix-Nord and headed up to Calais to find some of the dirty Hun. It seemed no time at all when the shout of bandits crackled across the radio it was three groups of JU-87's around St.Omer, I quickly closed a pair and putting in short bursts to the first the rear gunner of the JU 87 fell silent, with more rounds striking home he fell away. Now pulling full power I climbed and then rolled over to set up the remaining JU 87, closing at great speed and letting off some lengthy bursts he fell away with terminal damage. The joy of dispatching the 2 JU 87's was short lived as I climbed away I noticed my starboard wing had sub stained some damage and I would need to land as soon as possible. Now on my own and seperated from my flight nearing Calais I had no choice but to land and take my chances. On finals to Calais there was a all might fight going on overhead but I managed to sneak in and land intact.
Claims
Destroyed: 1 x JU 87
Probable: 1 x JU 87
Damaged: 0
Losses
Pilot: OK
Aircraft: Starboard wing damaged, but repairable.