Kanalkampf. Mission 17: 5th August 1940

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Kanalkampf. Mission 17: 5th August 1940

Post by Azref » Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:33 pm

Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron Code: SD
Pilot Name: Azref
Date: 5th August 1940
Time: Early Morning
Aerodrome: Hawkinge
Type: Hawker Hurricane Mk.I 100 Octane (Rotol)
Marking: X for Xray

Synopsis:
- Taking off as Blue 3
- contact with bombers and escort
- Outmaneuvered a 109 after being dived upon
- Engaged Bomber formation as it turned back towards France
- Took multiple bullets to engine causing oil leak and gasket failure
- Attack on bombers claimed a HE 111, possilbe damage to another
- Disengaged and RTB

Plane:
- Took multiple bullets to engine causing oil leak and gasket failure. Hydraulics failure on landing caused undercarriage to malfunction and aircraft to nose in on landing.

Pilot:
Wounded whilst attacking bomber formation.
Killed on landing

Claims:
1x HE 111 Downed
1x HE 111 possible damage to left engine
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Mission 17

Post by Katt » Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:39 pm

Squadron: No. 615 "County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron Code: WK
Pilot Name: Katt
Date: 5 August 1940
Time: 0730
Base: Hawkinge
Type: Hawker Hurricane 1
Marking: P
Serial Number: R4194

Synopsis: Launched with 501 Squadron due to crashes on the runway. Kenley Wing was in good order overall and intercepted the formations of enemy bombers over the channel. Due to aggressive action on behalf of all the Kenley boys the enemy bombers broke off their attack.

Claims
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 3

Losses
Pilot: Minor injuries in crash landing
A/C: Repairable damage
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Re: Mission 17. Monday, 5th August 1940

Post by Mauf » Sun Jun 08, 2014 10:11 pm

Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: SD
Pilot name: Mauf
Date: 5th August 1940
Base: Hawkinge
Type: Hawker Hurricane I
Marking: "D for Don"
Serial number: LI898

Synopsis:
Take-off from Hawkinge as Red2 with Osprey as Red Leader and Bully as Red3. Engaged german bomber formation over the english channel north of the french coast. Furball developed. 109 during initial turning got shots into my fuselage and wings without causing serious damage, my main left wing tank started losing fuel though. Continue fighting and got shots into a 110 without doing any lethal damage though. Got shots on a damaged 109 which I finished off over the channel after some turnfighting. Finally got shots into another damaged 109 on the way back to great britain together with 2 other Hurricanes. This 109 plummeted into the channel in a spin. Returned to Hawkinge afterwards.

Claims:
Confirmed: 2x109 (both shared, one finished off myself, the other shared with 2 other Hurricanes)
Probable: 0
Damaged: 1x110, fate unknown

Losses:
AC: A bit more holey than before but otherwise OK.
Pilot: OK.

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Re: Mission 17. Monday, 5th August 1940

Post by Dange » Mon Jun 09, 2014 12:37 am

Squadron: No. 64 Squadron
Squadron Code: SH
Pilot Name: Dange
Base: Hawkinge
Type: Spitfire Ia (100)
Marking:M
Serial number: N 3122

Lifted off from Hawkinge , Blue flight , lead Luke , myself #2 and Wiggs #3. Was separated from group for a short time , but linked up with the squadron over Dover and climbed up to 14K over the channel. Spotted a large group of enemy bombers in- bound at about 10K . Left them for the Hurries and engaged with 109's. Closed on the 6 of one but he must have seen me as he broke sharply to port. After a few twists and turns he passed in front of me and I squeezed off a few but no hits. Lost contact with him and while trying to re-acquire took a bullet in the engine. Nursed "M" back to Hawkinge , and settled back to wait for the rest of the lads to return.


Claims:
Confirmed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 0

Losses:
AC: requires engine repairs.
Pilot: OK.
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Re: Mission 17. Monday, 5th August 1940

Post by Robo » Mon Jun 09, 2014 7:25 am

Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: SD
Pilot name: Robo.
Date: 5th August 1940
Base: Hawkinge
Type: Hawker Hurricane I
Marking: "U for Uncle"
Serial number: N2238

Synopsis:
Take-off from Hawkinge as Gold 1, with myself as Gold 2 and Robo. as Gold 3. I have to look up the term 'fucking maverick' in my dictionary for that's how the W/Cdr seems to be addressing me lately. He doesn't like to see me outside the main formation but I suppose as long as I keep adding Jerries to my tally, he can get over it without kicking my ass too hard...
Mandril Squadron scrambled first towards a massive plot over the Channel. Angels 14, we spotted the enemy in 3 large groups with snappers above them. We attacked them immediately causing the rearmost section of the Hun aircraft (now identified as 110s) make a splendid U-ey and run home. What a sight, Jerry certainly does not like getting a proper beating. I kept my trusty Hurricane in a right hand climb right over a formation of four 109s. I then dived on the leader as he got slightly separated and looked very preoccupied with what was going on below them (JaBos being ripped apart by the RAF). I closed in and scored some minor hits just before he pushed down to attack. Very unfortunate as he had no clue he was being attacked. I warned everybody to check their 6 for their attack and climbed back again. I picked another 109 in a steep vertical climb and attacked him on the apex. Rounds stuck into his engine and cockpit area, black smoke emerged from his exhaust and he literally stopped mid-air. I flew past him to see he had black number on his fuselage. I watched him plumeting down in a spin, trailing black smoke and glycol. I claim this 109 as destroyed.

I climbed back towards the main formation and seen Spitfires attacking the 110s. That's our job you silly show offs! There were RAF planes everywhere. I warned a fellow Hurricane with a 109 on his 6, but I am not sure if he has heard me as he god hit and broke hard way too late. Damn. I followed the attacker, another Hurricane joined me from my port side. He stayed in a turn with the friendly, I looped over and slided behind him in a high speed climb. He tried to escape by steepening the climb, but I had enough speed to catch him - round shit his fuselage, cockpit and starboard wing which was now on fire. Glycol streamed from both his radiators and he was struggling to keep her steady. Trying to finish him off, I made a mistake and stalled when pulling too much at low speed. He stalled almost simultaneously and we both ended up recovering in a weird maneuvre. He ended up diving to the deck, I did not follow as I have seen another friendly in pursuit. I am very sure he did not make it home and I claim it as probable / shared.

I gained more altitude, all contacts I recognised were friendflies outnumbering various unfortunate 109s here and there. I joined with Teepee and Bonkin to look for a friendly who was being shot at by 2 Messerschmitts somewhere on the deck, mid channel. We passed 4 Spitfires returning from French coast, then Teepee spotted a 109 right below us and attacked him. I covered his attack, he got on the 6 of this 109 and scored some hits, but then he blacked out. I joined the attack and scored good hits - 109 was puring fuel and glycol. There were too many friendlies in the area so I climbed back up and watched about 5 RAF pilots chasing this bugger. I claim this one as probable / shared. (not that it matters but I have to explain where did all the ammo go).

I then joined the rest of the flight and RTBd to Hawkinge. Jerry got a pretty good trashing today, we shall finish him off next time.

Claims:
Destroyed: 1x Bf 109
Probable: 2x Bf 109
Damaged: 1x Bf 109

AC: OK.
Pilot: OK.

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Re: Mission 17. Monday, 5th August 1940

Post by Stokesey » Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:31 am

squadron:no.615 squadron
squadron code:KW
pilot name: Stokesey
Date: 5th August 1940
Time : early morning
Aerodrome: Hawkinge
Type:hawker hurricane
Marking: M for monkey
Serial number:Z2703


Being a fresh pilot out of training this was the most nervous day id ever experienced,i fired the little beauty up and sat on the run way, awaiting orders.We were then told to make our way round to the run way.Before take off there were a few mishaps which turned into chaos i took off not far behind No 501 squadron,and flew with them over to the chanel.Lots of bombers were sighted and was told to engage just as i was about to a 110 flew right in front of me,so i followed and filled him with lead as i broke off my attack a 109 and his canons ripped off my elevator forcing me back to land but i managed to put her down in one peace.

Claims
Destroyed 0
Probable 0
Damaged 1X 110 over the channel

Losses
Pilot: ok
A/C: Just needs a new elevator

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Re: Mission 17. Monday, 5th August 1940

Post by Dickie » Mon Jun 09, 2014 11:00 am

Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: TB
Pilot name: Osprey
Date: 5th August 1940
Base: Hawkinge
Type: Hawker Hurricane I
Marking: "P for Pip"
Serial number: V6620

Jerry has been quiet for the past few days, some low cloud had something to do with it but one can't trust him and we knew he'd be back which was the outcome of the discussions in the officer mess. The other discussion was, naturally, about the virtues of the Spitfires and Hurricanes. "Better gun platform" would be countered with "faster", and arguments would roll on about "agility". Then new ways of deciding which was better would be acted out, either by games of brag or a full sized rugger scrum after a few more beers. The chaps were relaxing as far as I was concerned, letting off some steam after the punishment we had been taking. FO Teepee was in the corner talking to a WAAF, a right porker this time, clearly she'd been eating more than was good for the ration book and war effort. He'd go for anything that chap, then they went off together. I'd overheard him saying that he wanted to show her his joystick or something.

Next morning the wing was sent down to Hawkinge again and our kites were all checked over and prepared for 30 minutes readiness. PO Random hated that, he liked to be ready to go or have the morning off so he could get a game of cricket in, and he made it clear, grumbling all morning about not being able to get a limited overs match in on the airfield nor nip off down the pub. "Only time for a bloody crossword" he kept repeating. I was enjoying a pinch of Old Shag with S/L Gromic whilst reading The Times when an almighty racket broke out. Nigsy, FO Bonkins faithful black labrador, bolted out of the workshop chased by a pair of NCO's. FO Bonkin went over to sort out the mess and told me afterwards that he'd had to give the chaps a shilling for the beer which Nigsy had sniffed out and drank and another shilling for pissing against the ground crews tea and biscuit box. "You've given him a taste for beer old boy. He won't give that up now" I said to Bonkin. "I know. Great larks though" he chuckled back. "I imagine you mentioned that they'd better keep it hush hush though, what with beer in the workshops being against the regs". "Oh yes, but we can't deny them can we, they work hard on our kites and deserve every drop". It was true, the grease whallers and armourers were vital to the effort against Hitler and unsung heroes who put the men in the air. Same for the boffins at Hawker and Supermarine right through to the factory girls bolting it all together. Yes, Hitler won't break Britain like he did the French, Winston Churchill knows that too.

The next thing the bell was ringing and we sprinted to our kites. No.501 was ready first as usual, No.64 next in line to our starboard and an accident with a Hurricane from some clot in No.615 held those chaps up a while. Merlins roared and off we went, 22 pilots from 2 squadrons airbourne inside 3 minutes with another 10 following on behind. "Where's the trade Tophat?" I called on the R/T. "40 plus over Boulogne, bearing 10 degrees, 14 thousand. Heading one six zero". "Thank you Top Hat". We drove up to Dover first to get height where No.615 joined us, then headed for raid to give him a surprise. Next thing "Contact 8 O clock Red Leader" was called, I nearly called a break but..."It's Gold Leader". The foreign pilots are all very good but don't have that steely discipline of the British, and this is how we'll beat Jerry, we know the German way of thinking best. "Get back in formation Gold leader". Then we saw the enemy, must've been 100 of mixed types, and we had height on them this time. "Tally Ho". As we approached the bombers began to turn about! "The cowards. Typical Huns, they don't like it do they". Yes, I recall my father told me from his time in the Great War "The Bosh doesn't like the cold steel. You have to show him and tell him when when he turns bully". In it was happening, they faced us and knew we'd give them a pants down thrashing in our Hurricanes and Spitfires so they turned and ran back into France. Mandrel was in front so we caught up and I went for one of the bombers, a Heinkell 111. I gave him a long squirt into his starboard engine observing strikes before a fire started and he fell away. Next some parachutes were forming from his tail, 5 in all. I claim this He111 as destroyed. PO Bully was in trouble with 3 Me109's 2000ft below me off the Cap Gris Nez, I dived in to help and shot on off his tail and he escaped, then I made a run for it. Unfortunately the Hurricane is not the fastest and I was caught up by the Jerry fighters, I surrounded all three of them and began to fight it out alone but then heard some loud bangs and my controls went slack. I knew it was curtains and it was time to get out - having been fished out of the drink last week I wasn't looking forward to this. I informed the chaps of my position before unclipping the RT and oxygen hoses, pulling back the canopy and uut I went with a rush of air. Freefalling a few thousand feet to get out of the action I hoped that the chute hadn't been packed by an Irishman, but out it came and floated down. I got into the dingy before a Hurricane arrived on the scene and circled, I could make out "SD-B" It was PO Bully. Bravo. After 20 minutes a Walrus arrived and picked me up to take me back into Folkestone. What a show and a definite cauliflour ear for Georing.

Claims
1x He111 destroyed

Losses
1x Hurricane, pilot ok.

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Re: Mission 17. Monday, 5th August 1940

Post by Redeye » Mon Jun 09, 2014 11:35 am

Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron Code: SH
Pilot Name: Redeye
Date: 5th August 1940
Time: 08:00
Aerodrome: Hawkinge
Type: Spitfire mk Ia
Marking: P for Pip

Synopsis:
64 merged with a massive, swirling vortex of aircraft mid-channel. Apparently,
the Hun bombers had turned back for France and then recieved a clobbering from
our Hurricanes. 64 broke and engaged. The sight was awe-inspiring and the
air armadas duelled in the crisp morning air.

I stayed with White 1 as he broke back and forth looking for a choice target.
It was not easy- as the whole sky was littered with contacts both vertical and
lateral. He finally gave chase after a lone Me 109 that climbed into the sun. White
1 produced good hits and the E/A was streamning glycol. I was asked to finish
him off, but I did not want to lose my position and SA for a bandit that had
already had it.

The search continued for a few more minutes until I lost White 1 as he broke
back for Dover. I reaquired him, but in doing so I also picked up one Me 109
doing high-yoyos. I anticipated his path, put myself behind him and let go at
250 yards. The E/A started smoking white and dived for the deck, me after him.
As he leveled out I knew I was a sitting duck for enemy fighters on their way
back to France adn surely enough I could hear the call- "Breakbreakbreak!".
I think it was Tyrone that called me out. THat bloke seem to be everywhere at once.

I broke away to see a second fighter on my six. 2-3 RAF fighters were rushing
to send him in the drink. He lost me in the turn and I climbed heading West to
regain position and control of the situation. One of my squadmates warned that
he was following an E/A back to France. I warned him on the radio, remembering
all to well my last swin in the drink as I ran into that hornets nest- but the
WingCO means well I am sure. Jerry was also nasty.

After a few more minutes Looky warned that he was chased by 2-3 E/A on the deck,
heading for England. I got his tally and swooped in as heroic as possible-
killing an awful lot of English Channel with my deadly 303's. Looky was smoking,
but at least I managed to get his attacker to turn away.

I got drawn into a turning fight with this E/A at about angels 1. As seconds
became minutes I realized that this my crafty enemy would be helped out by his friends.
Surely enough- a minute after I found myself with at least 3 Me 109's dancing over
the wave tops. I called out on the radio "You am gonna try and outrun him!" thinking
that the Spits had a small advantage in speed at sea level. My heart sank as
my flight-leader yelled on the radio "You can't outrun a 109- you have to TURN!". Alright,
so I was proper fucked then, or was I?

Calling out my distress- I was to my amazement- saved by trusty Kenley boys. 3 Spitfires
and several Hurricanes joined the fight- guns blazing and merlins roaring. I saw
a Spitfire pilot puncture a 109 that streamed white smoke.

After a few minutes, but cautiously disengaged, having to turn a couple of times as
straggler 109's made last ditch attempts to bring us down in the waves. But we
would not have it. What remained of RAF fighters formed up in loose formations
and pairs and returned to Hawkinge.

What a day!





Pilot:Ok

Aircraft: Ok. A few bullet holes.

Claims:1 damaged Me 109.

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Re: Kanalkampf. Mission 17: 5th August 1940

Post by Biggles » Mon Jun 09, 2014 2:48 pm

Squadron: No.615 squadron
Squadron code: KW
Pilot name: Biggles
Date: 5th August 1940
Time : Early morning
Aerodrome: Hawkinge
Type: Hawker Hurricane
Marking: I for "Ink"

Synopsis:
We were on 30 minute scramble status, with Hawes being absent flying officer Random took over command of the squadron. Random suffered a computer crash as we taxied to the runway behind 501. Stoksey was on my left with the rest of 615 behind, due to technical issues there was a collision on the runway involving yours truly, these things happen. So after telling Stoksey to follow 501, Random and I waited until the runway was clear and scrambled across the base to catch up. I promptly suffered a computer crash scrambled again on command of the leader and got up in time to see the dastardly Hun turning tail, Good show!

Having not got into combat I flew over the channel to the coast of France where I found approximately three of 64.Sq having a dogfight with several snappers, I carefully dived in and gave two of them a squirt before I lost my left aileron to flutter and was forced to RTB. I flew back to base with a pair of Spits of to my far right and finally landed at Hawkinge safe and sound. Over all it was a successful mission, it was just a shame that I was not there to attack the main formation of bombers!

Claims:
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 1x Bf 109

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Re: Kanalkampf. Mission 17: 5th August 1940

Post by Wiggs » Mon Jun 09, 2014 4:56 pm

Squadron: No. 64
Squadron Code: SH
Pilot Name: Wiggs
Base: Hawkinge
Type: Spit Ia (100 Oct)
Marking:U
Serial number: L1040

Began rolling as #3 with Blue Flight (Luke, Dange) but to my surprise saw 2 Hurris taking off from my left-to-right and so Spit and I bore left as firmly as possible and squeaked by behind the tailend Hurri. Got into the air OK but had been separated from my Flight. Was well into a climbing turn to the right until being told that No. 64 had proceeded straight out at 120deg. and so I was flying with Hurricanes for a while. Worked my way higher and arrived off Cap Gris Nez in time to swirl around with the others. Saw a couple of 109's but was unable to engage; still having trouble with IFF and do not want to shoot until absolutely sure of my shot and my enemy. On my way back across the Channel, dropping from 14K to 8K feet, saw the furball over Dover and jumped in to help. Suddenly a large hole appeared in my canopy left and right. Obviously a cannon shell had arrived in close proximity to my head. Everything got a bit red and hazy and I knew that I had better get down fast. I dropped in over those beautiful Cliffs and managed to bring her down in one piece at Hawkinge. Passed out near the hangar after switching-off, and if you are reading this report I must have come through to fight another day.

Claims
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 0
Damaged: 0

Losses
Pilot: Injured but game
A/C: Needs new canopy and a bit of mopping-up in the cockpit.
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