Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Baron le Scrope » Sun Jul 20, 2014 9:58 pm

Squadron: No615.
Squadron code: "KW"
Pilot name:Baron.
Date: 11th August 1940.
Time: 1930hrs
Base: Tangmere.
Type: Hawker Hurricane Mk.1 100oct[Rotol]
Marking:B for beer.
Serial number: P3231


Returned back to the squadron after two wks r/r with a cold determination to get back at the hun having witnessed the awful destruction and suffering in London.

Took off as Blue 3 with F/O Random as Blue leader, SAC Biggles as Blue 2, SAC Midge as Blue 4. Vectored to the Isle of White area where we engaged a number of Ju88s, i got good hits on the extreme right a/c and his engine emmitted black smoke. Received a round in my left shoulder and engine from a Davy Crocket type gunner as i was breaking right.
Informed Blue flight i was returning to base but had to put down on the IoW with minor damage to the prop and port wing tip.
Landed 30yds from the Red Lion, went in to inspect the wooden beams, followed Teepee's example and cannot for the life of me remember anything more.

Claims
Destroyed:0
Probable:
Damaged: 1 Ju88
Losses: 0
Pilot:OK, shoulder wound
A/C in need of TLC
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Kev » Sun Jul 20, 2014 10:08 pm

Squadron: No.615 "County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron Code: KW
Pilot Name: Kev
Call sign: Yellow 3
Date: 11th August 1940
Base: Tangmere
Time: 09.30hrs
Type: Hurricane 1a Rotol
Marking: L - London
Serial Number: V6618


Synopsis:

Panta Sqn received the order the scramble. We took off form Tangmere and climbed on a heading of 240 degrees to the west of the Isle of Wight. The incoming raid looked if it was composed of JU 88’s with fighter escort prowling above. Red and blue sections attacked the En formation and I was engaged with a Bf109. after a minute I managed to loose my tormentor but in the process had lost considerable height.

I set a course 090 degrees with the intention of climbing on a relatively safe course then doubling back above the En formation however they were by now heading home and I had lost contact with them.

Whilst climbing, I sighted a lone En Bomber with a double tail that I took to be a Do17. The aircraft looked as it was already damaged and was trailing vapour from a previous engagement.

I dived on him form the rear and fired 2x 3-second bursts. The En AC immediately caught fire from the port engine and was seen to going down.

I climbed up to 12,000 feet in a climbing turn but could not observe and further aircraft. I set a course of 060 degrees back to Tangmere and landed without further incident.

I was amazed to find how quickly the sky can empty and one is alone. One minute there is only absolute terror with an enemy fighter intent on my destruction and the next it becomes an endless peaceful blue. I must remember not to become distracted at times like this and remember the sky is a very dangerous place. Still I’m learning every day.

Claims:

Destroyed: Nil
Probable: 1x Do 17 (shared)
Damaged: Nil
Losses: Nil- Landed. No damage
Pilot: A1

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Siddich » Sun Jul 20, 2014 10:12 pm

Squadron: No.615 "County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron Code: KW
Pilot Name: Siddich
Call sign: Yellow 1
Date: 11th August 1940
Base: Tangmere
Time: 09.30hrs
Type: Hurricane 1a Rotol
Marking: H - Harry
Serial Number: L 2025



Claims:

Destroyed: 1 x Ju 88
Damaged: 1 x Ju 88
Losses: kind of landed (server crash whilst touch down)
Pilot: ok

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Toxic » Mon Jul 21, 2014 12:48 am

Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron Code: SD
Pilot Name: Toxic
Date: 11th August 1940 0800
Time: 0930
Aerodrome: Tangmere
Type: Hawker Hurricane Mk.I 100 Octane (Rotol)
Marking: A for Apple

Synopsis: That morning I got a letter from the US Embassy saying that I am being charged for treason in the United States, because I am now in the RAF fighting Germans. Told told my commander (Osprey) he told me "fuck them", and to just ignore the letter, because Britain won't extradite me since Britain needs all of the pilots they can get!

Once we waited for the little dainty Spitfires to finally get up in the air, our Hurri's were screaming down the runway. On course at Angels 16 we spotted the bombers at our nine o' clock & intercepted them. Following Osprey down to the bombers I peppered a Ju88 with my little .303's. Immediately we were ponced by the 109's I lost sight of Osprey & spotted another 109 diving down on a Hurricane. (Again we're still waiting for the damn spitfires to arrive and help us out!!!) I hit the 109 with my .303's & got him venting. After another minute of dog fighting the damn spitfires finally arrived! At this point I was angels 6 west of the isle of wight above Totland. I saw another group of 109's & Spitfires going at it & thought I might be able to help. I got hits on a 109 seeing a few pieces fall off.... then WAAMMM!!! A big hole the size of my pecker from a 109's 20mm cannon was in my right wing & oil pressure was dropping rapidly. I spotted the Needles lighthouse & bitched my aircraft in the water right beside it. Bringing an end to my little escapade.


Claims:
Destroyed: Nil
Probable: 1x Ju88 (Shared)
Damaged: 2x Bf109

Losses: Hurricane, living with the fishes now..
Pilot: Alive & well (currently in a East London brothel on R&R)
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Venom » Mon Jul 21, 2014 2:59 am

Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: "SH"
Pilot name: Venom
Date: 11th August 1940
Time: 0930
Base: Tangmere
Type: Spitfire Ia (100 octane)
Marking: Z

Flew as Green two with Looky as Green one and Deeside Green three. Launched from Tangmere, front of the pack with Looky as lead, heading towards Selsey point while forming up into wing. Formed up and full throttle turning to the west. Radar contacts bearing 250 west of the Isle of Wight. 64 squadron climbed to angels 23 pulling contrails. Tally ho contacts 2 o'clock low. Distant bomber formations. Multiple flights of 109 scattered around bombers including some 12 o'clock co-alt, getting closer fast. Followed Green one as he engaged a single 109. Two other spitfires with me. Green one scored light hits before breaking from the turn to maintain energy and climb. I followed. Two 109's immediately above us but didn't spot us. Dove away across the shoulder of the bomber formations. I lost my lead and contact with other spits. Spotted a group of 3 109's passing from my port side across my nose. I had energy and altitude advantage. Dove in behind the tail end charlie, rolling onto his six from underneath. He saw me and broke, going into a spin before a near miss! 5.JG26 - Black 5, See photo evidence

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Quickly engaged with another 109. Scored hits on radiator and oil - claiming probable. Position now west of Isle of Wight angels 15. Turned 090 back to join 64 squadron located near Yarmouth west coast Isle of Wight. Passed two hurricanes heading west towards distant bomber formations. 109 trailing their long six. Turned in and engaged with brownings. Both ailerons and elevators on fire. Confused a bomber below me for the 109 and lost my target. Climbed out to search. Saw nothing.

Turned back 090 to rejoin 64 squadron (attempt no.2). Quickly engaged with another lone 109 heading west away from the Isle. Cut his corner and climbed up underneath him. Pushed engine hard. He saw me close to gun range and went into a dive. Fired on him during dive, got hits; left aileron fire, cockpit and engine impacts. Continued to push engine giving chase estimate heading 110. gun range again, he seemed to have given up, scored more hits on airframe, no obvious engine damage but flying straight and level. I'm right on his six but now winchester. Short formation fly with stricken enemy. RTB Sandown for rearm and refuel. Not nessesary. RAF victory.

Claims :
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 1x 109
Damaged: 2x 109

Pilot: OK
A/C: OK

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Spud » Mon Jul 21, 2014 5:29 am

Squadron: No. 615 "County of Surrey" Squadron

Squadron Code: KW
Pilot Name: Spud
Date: 11 August !940
Time: 0900 hrs
Base: Tengmere
Type: Hawker Hurricane
Marking: R for Robert
Serial number: N2335

Synopsis:

Tengmere. It’s a nice enough place I guess, but it is still nothing like our home aerodrome. The temporary accommodations were suitable and the mess was okay. Powdered eggs are powdered eggs no matter where you are I suppose. But it seems the Fat Cat Squadron wasn’t too welcoming. I think they are scared we are taking over their territory or something. They always seem to purposely get in the way when we are trying to do something. Walk on down to dispersal and there are a couple Fat Catters hanging around sticking their noses where they don’t belong. Zip on down to the mess for some tea and a biscuit and there are a few more complaining that their PG Tips are all gone. I’m guessing Baron had gotten there before me. Pop into a pub and as soon as you start talking with the pretty little thing behind the bar, here comes a couple more to cut you off. And god forbid you try to talk with the WAAF’s. I was nearly surrounded. I told them, “I wasn’t trying to steal her away from you boys. I was only going to borrow her for a bit”. They didn’t seem amused. What possessive little devils they are. And I swear one of them was whining about losing a photograph of his girlfriend, Yvette. That gal really does get around.

We have the whole wing down here to help give Jerry a real thrashing. And since we are away from home, the old man has been on all of us to make sure our administrative duties are still taken care of. One thing about war; the paperwork never stops. I was hoping to take a little break from those dastardly administrative duties. But apparently the old man sees things differently. And not everyone is taking the news too well.

“Administrative duties?????? Crikey!! I joined the RAF to fly!! Not to be somebody’s bloody book keeper!!” I heard somebody say. “Well if you would fill out your combat reports, you wouldn’t be in the shit like you are now.” Was the quick reply from someone else. I chuckled to myself. Some things never change.

Out on the flight line, No. 615 had their crates lined up on the north side of the field along a row of large hangers. What a site. Twelve Hurricanes lined up and ready to dispense death on any enemy aircraft that came their way. I walked up to my trusty "R” for Robert, tossed my kit over the wing and started my pre-flight. A few other mates made their way out to the flight line. I met up with Sq. Ldr. Hawes who told me I would be flying as Red 3 with him today. Always a pleasure. After an extended leave, I know he wants to get into the thick of it. And we would have some new comers along. I would have Wolverine on my wing as Red 4. And he would have Coyote on his wing as Red 2. Even more fun, I thought. As everyone assembled on the flight line I had time for one last smoke and a quick check of the maintenance log from the previous evening before strapping in. The nice thing about Tengmere is that Jerry has a long way to fly to this sector. We won’t be as rushed as we are back at Hawkinge.

Once we all climbed in, we were given the command to start up. Warming up the engine, I went through my checklist. Trim / Rads / Mags / Compass / Gunsite / Temps / Flaps…. All checked and set. But then as Red 1 started to taxi, the Fat Cats must have felt jealous that we were getting all the action. A couple of them just started to taxi around the aerodrome rather hap hazardly. These jokers really need to get over themselves!! Even as the entire wing lined up on Runway 15 for a massed departure, a couple of the blokes inched closer to the runway like they wanted to play chicken with us. I have to say, I was quite glad to firewall the throttle and climb away from that field. Red 4 had maintenance issues and had to abort the mission. Poor old chap has to put up with the Fat Cats by himself for a while.

Pulling up on Hawes’ port wing at 5 lbs. boost and 2700 rpm, we climbed to the west. Radar plots put the enemy bombers making landfall west of the Isle of Wight at around Angels 14-16. No. 501 and 64 squadrons departed Tengmere ahead of us. Now, as we were halfway across the Isle, they were engaging the enemy. Once we reached the western shore near the needles, we could see the bombers just a couple miles ahead and below us. Snappers were above, as per the norm. As we got closer, I could start seeing them. In fact, there were lots of them. Snappers were everywhere. Then I could see that 64 was in the mix as well. Good for them!! Keep those snappers off us, chaps!!

“Go for the bombers” I heard Red 1 call over the R/T. “Roger, Leader”. I pulled the cut-out switch, went to full boost and 2800 rpm. As I cranked my gunsite to 60 ft wingspan, we hurtled through a massive furball. But we completely ignored the 109’s. We had a taste for bombers. Keeping Red 1 in sight, I entered a descending right turn. A JU-88 was breaking away from the group. Sq. Ldr. Hawes gave it a good burst and she started venting fuel and glycol. I rolled in behind and let loose on the starboard engine of the bomber. My rounds hit home and I watched as thick black oil smoke poured out from the cowling and trailed behind. That one won’t make it home. Then just as I pulled up and right, a lucky shot from that dying 88 casts his revenge upon me. I felt a thud and looked at the engine gauges. Damn!! Water temp is rising quick. Looking over my shoulder, I could see I was venting. Better head home. I called Red 1 and told him I was RTB with damage and headed east. I rolled wings level at about Angels 10 when the engine conked out on me. Looks like I’m a glider now. From my altitude I knew I would have to make an off airport landing. With the battle raging on behind me, I trimmed my crate for best glide, switched off the fuel, mags, gunsite and settled in for the Isle of Wight which was now below my nose. Checking my six, I saw that Ju-88 one last time. Trailing smoke, it smacked into the water, hopefully killing her entire crew in the process.

Nearing the ground, I picked a field and set up my approach. After putting the undercarriage lever in the down position I cranked the hand pump for all it was worth. It was quite a show trying to crank the U/C, watch my airspeed and steer my crate onto final approach all at once. With barely 10 seconds to spare before touchdown, I had 2 green lights showing the U/C down and locked. I opened the canopy, flared and set down quite nicely in a little field about 10 miles west of the Ryde aerodrome. An old chap from the farm where I landed came out to greet me and offered me a lift to town and a cigarette which I gratefully accepted. Along the way we stopped at the Red Lion where I met up with Baron and had a grand time of it. Now I just hope I can get my Kite fixed make it back to Tengmere soon enough to keep the old man off my arse about those administrative duties……..



Claims
Destroyed: JU-88(1) shared with Hawes
Probable: 0
Damaged: 0

Losses
Pilot: okay
A/C: Damaged but should be fixed in time for the next sortie
Admin Duties: pending….
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Wolf_1 » Mon Jul 21, 2014 5:22 pm

Squadron: No.615 "County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron Code: KW
Pilot Name: Wolf
Call sign: Yellow 4
Date: 11th August 1940
Base: Tangmere
Time: 09.30hrs
Type: Hurricane 1a Rotol
Marking: U-Uncle


Took off from Tangmere with yellow flight as we came over the needles west of isle of wight we all spotted a group of bombers red and blue flights went in for the kill yellow flight stayed high to scan for 109s. I saw and confirm yellow 1 bringing a bomber down [ju88]. I then saw 3 109s on yellow leaders six i came up to the first one then he saw me and stalled in front i could not evade and hit him with my left wing his wing got cut off while mine was intact. Then i had a go at the second 109 destroying his radiators he dived down and i followed he started turning and i new then that he was doomed once you shoot at my leader you are screwed! yellow 1 confirmed my kill then headed back to RTB at Tangmere, it was a hard landing for the reason that i had no right elevator due to the collision but my trusty old hurricane KW-U took a battering but still got me back in one piece.

Destroyed: 1x109 Siddich Witnessed
Probabale:1x109

I Witnessed Siddich Shoot down a JU88

Pilot:ok
A/C:Damaged tail/right elevator

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Binkitone » Mon Jul 21, 2014 6:56 pm

Form 540
Mission 20
Squadron 64
Date: 11th August 1940
Time: 0930 hrs
Aerodrome: Tangmere
Aeroplane: Spitfire 1a (100oct) / SH-W Serial number: K9964

Synopsis:
Already strapped in my cockpit for the last half hour, wearing the necessary sheep skin jacket, starting to sweat as the morning sun rose higher in clear blue sky, waiting for the call. "Start-up engines", crackle over the RT. With no time lost we were all soon in the air on a south westerly course climbing steeply, I was flying as Red Two, Gromic as Red One on my one o'clock on the far left hand of squadron formation.
Over the south coast of Isle of Wight we reach twenty three thousand feet making contrails, I continued to followed Gromic on several right and left hand turns in shallow dives and climbs. On one steep diving turn I lost contact with Red One and found myself alone at angels seven, immediately climb eventually reaching eighteen thousands.
After circulating around for some time without making any close encounter with any hostiles, until the sky became totally clear of any contacts, the general consensus over the RT was most were running low on fuel so to RTB, I landing on 180 airstrip safely with two gallons remaining. :)



Claims
Destroyed:0
Probable: 0
Damaged:0

Lost
Pilot status: OK
A/C : OK
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Vranac » Mon Jul 21, 2014 8:45 pm

Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: "SH"
Pilot name: Vranac
Date: 11th August 1940
Time: 0930
Base: Tangmere
Type: Spitfire Ia
Marking: V

Damaged Me-109 cooling. Damaged the second Me-109 cooling. Damaged cooling on the third but that one was very persistent trying to shoot at Gromic. I damaged him more and burned him a bit. Damaged the fourth but not enough because I was winchester.
Landed at Tangmere.

Claims :
Destroyed: 1 x Me-109
Probable: 2 x Me-109
Damaged: 1 x Me-109

Pilot: OK
A/C: OK
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 20: 11th August 1940 - 0930

Post by Teepee » Mon Jul 21, 2014 8:55 pm

Squadron: No.501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron code: "SD"
Pilot name: Flying Officer Teepee
Date: 11th August 1940
Time: 0930
Aerodrome: Tangmere
Type: Trusty Hawker Hurricane Mk 1A
Marking: "M for Marvel"
Serial number: N2617

Synopsis:

The Wing has now been deployed to fly from RAF Tangmere. This airfield is near to the Naval base at Portsmouth. The chaps have been warned about the consequence of getting drunk in the company of sailors who have just returned from a long patrol at sea. I’ve observed a few of the younger chaps who have returned from a heavy session down in ‘Pompey’ and woken with a sore arse and a tattoo of the Union Jack printed on their backs. One chap even returned with bite marks on his buttocks and an address written on both cheeks. It’s a good job there is a war on or these naval ratings would be subject to the most stringent punishment the Kings Regulations allow.

I was to lead Blue Section and my wingman for today was the fearless LAC Major. I had noticed that the ranks of 501 Sqn were thinning recently. There were only eight of us up for a scrum today but we would still take the fight to the Hun and give them a damn good thrashing. I had been discussing this with fellow 501 Sqn Aviator FO Bunny during our pre-flight snooker game, but his mind appeared to be on other things which caused him to lose the frame. I pocketed my winnings and left the dejected Bunny to his thoughts.

After we had strapped into our awesome machines the Boss briefed us to expect the vermin to attack the Isle of Wight area, probably heading for the Naval complex at Portland and the nearby town of Swanage. We were soon scrambled and the Boss elected to launch the fearless 501 Sqn, with their amazing Hurricanes, after 64 Sqn had taken off in their posh spitties. As we headed for the Isle of Wight we climbed our incredible machines to around 16,000ft hoping we would spot the Hun bombers before they loosed their deadly cargo onto our green and pleasant land. LAC major was tucked in nicely, on my 4, as we climbed.

‘Targets at 9 o’clock’ was heard over the radio. ‘Let’s get ‘em’ shouted the Boss and we turned our trusty Hurricanes towards the hordes of black crossed crates. ‘Ju 88’s’ shouted someone and we set our wingspan indicators to 66ft. We attacked the enemy formations while, over the radio, we heard the spitties engaging the enemy 109s above. I brought my deadly steed onto the 6 of a Ju 88 and opened fire from 150 yds. My DeWilde welcome showed splashes of fire on the left engine which immediately began to burn. The aircraft lurched downwards and the flames enveloped the entire left wing. I didn’t see the aircraft hit the sea but I claim 1 x probable Ju 88. I returned to the left side of the enemy formation in my unbelievable machine and proceeded to extend my DeWilde welcome to another evil harbinger of doom. I closed in for the kill and again sprayed the left engine, which also began to burn after receiving my deadly needles of death. The gunner on board the enemy crate must have had his good pair of glasses on, today, because his burst of fire hit my engine causing it to splutter as the hits struck home. I then raked the fuselage with my ammo and was pleased to see the crew jumping out, obviously fearing the worst when they realised that a Hurricane on their tail. Unfortunately, this Hurricane was wounded and so I was forced to break off the attack. The boffins at Hawkers had designed the formidable beast to take this sort of punishment but today a lucky hit had saved the crew of that Ju88. This aircraft also dropped towards the sea but I couldn’t follow as I was now tasked with returning my wounded steed to the ground in one piece. During the action I had become separated from my wingman. The heat of battle had made it difficult for us to stay in touch. I hoped he survived the day and would be able to play that game of snooker he had promised.

I managed to glide my wounded war horse to the South coast of the Isle of Wight and decided I would try to make it to Shanklin airfield. I was about 2 miles from the base when my wonder machine gave a final lurch and I decided I would take her down to a field. Over the radio my fearless colleague PO Bunny was watching my flight over his head as he too had been brought down by enemy fire. I landed my incredible machine in a field and then headed to where my friend was waiting which was near the Dog and Duck Pub in Wroxall, just outside the town of Shanklin. It was here that I learned my wingman, LAC Major, had also been shot down.

After a few games of snooker Bunny and I were collected by a crew coach and taken back to Tangmere for debriefing by the Sqn Adj. Bunny and I then made our way down to the Mess to see the rest of the chaps and hopefully burn a few pianos. This day wasn’t so bad after all.

It was while I was at the bar that I met a nice young filly who turned out to be a member of the WRNS. She told me she was on a goodwill visit, on behalf of the Admiral, as there had been reports of some trouble between the RAF and RN in the Admiral Rodney Pub, at Southsea, which had resulted in some RAF chaps being asked to go down in a submarine. She asked me if I could to give her a thorough debriefing. I agreed, naturally, and told her the wish to debrief her was topmost in my mind. I suggested we could stop off at the rowing club where we could open the bottles of wine. I don’t remember anything else after that.

Claims:
Destroyed: None
Probable: 2 x Ju88
Damaged: None

Losses:
Pilot: OK
A/C: Landed safely in field near Wroxall – much more badgers for the crew chief

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