Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

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Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Dickie » Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:07 pm

Squadron: No. 501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron Code: TB
Pilot Name: Osprey
Date: 12 Aug 1940 1400, Manston
Base: Gravesend
Type: Hawker Hurricane 1 100 Oct
Marking: P for Pip
Serial: V6620

Synopsis

As I was in the circuit at Gravesend leading the rest of the chaps back from helping out those clots down in Sector A I was sure I noticed a different Hurricane as well as an entourage of black cars and Army vehicles inside the 'drome. As I passed over I recognised that kite as AVM Keith Park's machine. "Put in a good show on finals chaps the AVM is here to watch, I don't want any bounces or crashes or it's curtains". Down No.501 came, putting in wonderfully with dust free, 3 point landings and as I swung my kite around onto the taxiway my fitters came sprinting out to guide us in for essentials and checks. It was then I saw what all of the commotion was about, bloody hell it was Prime Minister Winston Churchill himself out on a visit of his squadrons, and with him was Stuffy Dowding too. "Sir" I jumped down from my machine "A pleasant surprise" I said to the AVM as I walked across toward our guests. Mr Churchill walked over surrounded by, top brass from the Rowers as well as the Pongos and Stuffy himself, I saluted only to be elbowed by Parky "At ease Prickman, he doesn't bite". Ungainly our leader leaned on his walking stick and removed his cigar before asking "Get any Huns today Commander?", "Yes Sir indeed, the squadron has just returned from a show on the south coast, they're hitting us hard but we made them pay and knocked a few into the sea today". "Ha!" he exclaimed, "Hitler will be hopping mad, especially after Harris sends in your bomber friends for a visit later". Then disaster struck, Nigsy, who had not seen FO Bonkin all day came streaking across the airfield toward all of us, narrowly missing PO Meaker's propeller in the process. Bonkin tried to stop him but he leaped right into Stuffy Dowding and started licking his face! "Get him off me!" shouted the Marshall, Bonkin could've been swallowed up in the ground by then as he jumped from his machine and shouted to Nigsy. FO Teepee was trying to hold in his sides from laughter but it was Churchill who rescued the situation, a dog man, he commanded Nigsy like he was his own and said to Dowding "He likes you Stuffy, he's one of us, not a bosh". "Now Commander, tell me what you think of these Hurricanes versus the Jerry fighters". "Fine machine sir, trustworthy, battle hardy and although a touch slower, Jerry doesn't like them sir when we open up with the full weight of our Brownings. We in No.501 have been catching him out since inside France. Hawkers have made us a great craft, we'll win this battle with the Hurricane". "And what of the spirit?", "Never better sir, the men work hard to get in Jerry's face, it's a team, Hitler won't break this island Sir, he'll lose this war" I repeated a part of his stirring speech from before the battle. "Very good commander Prickman, carry on carry on" interjected Dowding, "we'll speak again soon old boy". "Very good sir". Churchill continued his tour of Gravesend and met pilots from No.501 as well as guest squadron No.615, the lucky buggers. I felt that the visit really picked up the spirit of the chaps, we were shattered and it was likely more was to come, but this was a real lift, our leader on the front line.

In the afternoon we were put on readiness again, I had No.615 standing by as news of plots appeared. Then we heard that Charlie 3 was being struck by a Jerry raid under the Chain Home, No.64 were caught on the ground, God I hope they got out OK. Next thing No.615 were scrambled and we were put on standby. We watched 10 glorious Hurricanes powered past us into the blue, then we were scrambled too "40 plus over Calais heading toward Charlie 3, angels 15". Off we went......

Sweat was pouring off me on this hot day and turned chilly as I gained altitude, LAC 'Kombat' Goldstein sat smartly on my port flank as we powered up at 2000fpm. Schmuk was an American volunteer who took issue with Hitlers views on the jews and had swapped his Ohio crop duster for a Hawker Hurricane, although green in battle he was an experienced aerobatic pilot and I could sense the aggression he had, yet with a firm grasp of discipline. "Bandits dead ahead sir, slightly lower" remarked PO 'Bully' Bull. I squinted and he was right, black dots appeared in the haze and one could make out their cover milling about the neat formation, it looked like a beehive. Out on the penisula we could see thick black smoke rising and fires on the aerodrome itself - Jerry had hit it hard - I wanted to find out the form so changed channel on the R/T "Mandrel red leader to Charlie 3, come in please" I repeated but the channel was just white noise, that struck home. "Right chaps, guns to Hun, we're going to give them what for, stick with me like glue Kombat" and I led a head on attack into the heart of the formation. Singling out a Jerry crate I let fly with my guns on my 1OC, witnessing strikes into the cockpit area, wing root, engine and raking the entire fuselage. The plexiglass shattered and I saw a lifeless body fall out of the front "He's a goner" said 'Flick' Hopkins who was a few hundred yards behind me. I had caused this fellow a lot of damage and looking over my shoulder could see him lose ground on the group. I claim this Dornier as probable. It wasn't long before the Me109's were among us and all hell broke lose, but no sooner was the sky full of aeroplanes then it was empty, only red two was with me. Scanning the sky we spotted a straggler over Canterbury and went for him, blazing our brownings the black crossed vermin caught fire and the jackbooted Huns inside decided to jump for it. "Can I shoot them sir?" asked Schmuk. "Heaven's no old bean, that's not cricket". I could sense the disappointment but we were gentlemen as well as soldiers and I would regard such an act as murder. I claim this Dornier as shared with Kombat. We regrouped with some more chaps further south and patrolled and then met some rather aggressive Me109's, unfortunately during the fighting one had jumped Kombat, I had seen it but called too late, "Break!" I shouted as tracer ripped into Kombat's machine and leaks and smoke appeared. "I'm hit" he said "Are you ok?", "Yes I'm ok, but my Hurricane isn't", "Ok red two, dive away and land at the nearest drome, jump if your controls are playing up, the kite isn't important". Kombat later R/T'd that his battleworthy Hurricane had made it all the way to Eastchurch before giving up as he rolled into dispersal. What a machine Hawkers and Sydney Camm had manufactured for us. 25 minutes later I was landing back at Gravesend and straight to the mess for a spot of tea.

Claims
Destroyed: 1/2 Do17
Probable: 1 Do17

Pilot and Hurricane untouched by Huns.

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Kev » Sun Aug 31, 2014 9:47 pm

Squadron: No.615 "County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron Code: KW
Pilot Name: Kev
Call sign: Blue 3
Date: 12th August 1940
Base: Gravesend
Time: 13.45 hours
Type: Hurricane 1a Rotol
Marking: L - London
Serial Number: V6618

Synopsis:

Panta Sqn had just completed a move from Kenley to the satellite airfield at Gravesend. We received a warning order bringing us to five minutes readiness at approximately 13.45. Judging by the RT chatter there was a raid approaching the Manston sector and No 64 were engaged already.

We received the order to scramble and formed up in good time after a couple of orbits of the airfield. We proceeded on a course of 100 degrees towards the Manston sector without incident and as we approached the peninsular we sited a formation of Do17s crossing the coast. It became apparent there we a good deal of En fighters protecting the formation as we could see them at various height above the bomber formation.

Red Leader made the decision to attack and called Tally Ho! I made my mind up to go full tilt at the bomber formation and then climb like blazes to make myself as harder target as possible for the escort fighters.

I screamed down on the rear right hand side Vic of bombers and fired a good burst of approximately 3 second and registered hits on the second one’s left wing. I was going so fast I quickly overshot without being able to correct my aim, however the momentum generated by the dive soon carried me back to up to a good position to attack again. Unfortunately I found myself right in a hornet’s nest of BF109’s! I dropped my nose into a steep dive and rapidly lost height. When I pulled up there were only distant contacts to be seen. I could hear from the RT the raiders were already heading back to France. Mandrel leader gave the order to RTB so Panta RVd over Dover at 10,000 feet and set a course for Gravesend.

The Sqn took several casualties today. The Hun fighters put up an impressive display at protecting the bombers. One has to admire a tenacious defence such as that. However tomorrows another day and we’ll be waiting for them!

Claims:


Destroyed: Nil
Probable: Nil
Damaged: 1x Do17
Losses: Nil


Pilot: A1

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Robo » Sun Aug 31, 2014 10:22 pm

Squadron: No. 501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron Code: SD
Pilot Name: 'Robo.' Bailey
Call sign: Gold 1
Date: 12th August 1940
Base: Gravesend
Time: 13.45 hours
Type: Hurricane Mk.Ia
Marking: U for Uncle
Serial Number: N3822

Synopsis:

Taking off from Gravesend as Gold Leader, forming up, rather unusually, quite tight with the rest of the Mandril Squadron, we flew towards the plot. Panta forming on our port side, we apporached North Foreland at Angels 17. Trade spotted, large formation of Do-17s. Tally ho. Gunsight on, 51 ft. Keep it tight gold section, one pass - one kill. Any snappers about? Dirty Hun. Let's attack them head-on, the Jerry doesn't like that, I hear W/Cdr. on my R/T. They split, they see us and are scared shitless, obviously. Their silly noses made of brittle brittle glass reflect in the afternoon sun. One flight of the bombers turns around, heading south, while the other part carries on towards Eastchurch. Coming in behind one in a tight right hand turn, closing in, his port engine growing bigger every second. 3 seconds burst, smoke and flames, he's going down. I see another flying pencil on fire, Bunny is claiming that one. Careful, there are 109s above us somewhere. I am clean, turn tight just in case and in I go again. Port engine, smoke and fire, that's a second one down. Parachutes everywhere. R/T is full of commands, break break, got him, 109 diving on. Turning around for the third time, starboard engine lined up, 3 seconds, gunner dead, fuel tank on fire. Wings breaks off and down he goes. Another one right below, already descending. There you go, Jerry, hits in the fuselage and port wing, goes straight into insane spin. No tame to watch him crash, no parachutes seen this time. 2 Hurricanes pass right above me. No, that's one of ours being chased by a yellow nose. Full throttle pulled the tit, break break, Hurricane. 109 shooting. He goes lower right underneath me, I follow him and close the gap quickly. First burst got his rads, second one I missed, my trigger is playing up, got stuck or something. I press again, nothing. Press again, just a few bullets and a few hits. What's going off, not now! Luckily I got him enough as he just rolls over and goes right in SE of cantenbury. Am I winchester? Probably, RTB. Gold section, form up with Blue. Gold 3, mew lad called 'Schmuck' rtb'ing with a rudder shot to pieces and lands safely at Caterbury. Gold 2 forms up over the city and then comes the order to RTB. Jerry got a damn good trashing today...

Claims:

Destroyed: 3x Do-17, 1x Bf 109
Probable: 1x Do-17
Damaged:


Pilot: OK
Plane: OK
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Luke » Sun Aug 31, 2014 11:27 pm

Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: "SH"
Pilot name: Luke
Date: 12th August 1940
Base: Manston
Type: Spitfire Ia (100oct)
Marking: R




Claims :
Destroyed: 1 x BF109
Probable: 0
Damaged: 1 x BF109

Pilot: OK
A/C: OK
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Katt » Sun Aug 31, 2014 11:44 pm

Squadron: No. 615 "County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron Code: KW
Pilot Name: Katt
Date: 12 Aug 1940
Time: 1400hrs
Base: Gravesend
Type: Hawker Hurricane 1A 100 Oct
Marking: A
Serial number: P2581

Synopsis: Launched as Yellow 2 in a squadron scramble, my flight was assigned to engage enemy fighters instead of the bombers and did so resulting in Yellow One going down in flames and myself being killed by an unknown assailant.

Claims: N/A

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Pilot: KIA
A/C: Lost
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Venom » Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:16 am

Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: "SH"
Pilot name: Venom
Date: 12th August 1940
Base: Manston
Type: Spitfire Ia (100oct)
Marking: Z

No.64 Squadron were just about to start engines for a patrol when Luke pointed out contacts over Ramsgate. We all sat there looking stunned at the formation coming in low. Raucous radio transmissions then filled my ears as the sirens sounded "SCRAMBLE TO F***!" shouted my lead! Enemy 110's! Dropping bombs and strafing. Bastards! We were quickly engaged, shooting them all down one by one. I followed one for a few seconds, drawing some lead to take a shot, but heard a call "check six if following a 110", so broke off and climbed above the fight looking for higher contacts. They had it covered below, it was 3 or 4 spits on each 110. Somehow they managed to get the CO who lost control and crashed while manoeuvring low. I can only assume his control surfaces were damaged by a 110 rear gunner. Not long after that a single 109 turned up on the deck before turning and running to France. If he was bait we didn't take it, one of our chaps followed him a short way but soon broke off. I continued my climbing orbit of Ramsgate, keeping high cover over a large proportion of 64 squadron who soon re-grouped and climbed co-alt with me at angels 19. A large formation of bombers was then spotted heading in across the channel towards us at Manston. So we turned to the east to intercept head on.

Orders were to engage fighters only and let the bombers continue on further down the coast towards Eastchurch, where they'd be intercepted by hurricane squadrons laying in wait. We continued to climb before spotting a flight of four 109's at around angels 22 and still climbing. Co-alt with them the whole way, I pulled around behind the group of four while a pair flew underneath us. By the time I arrived behind tail end charlie we were con-trailing at almost 24,000. Before I could get any real gun solution he and his three friends rolled over inverted and dived. I swung my rudder over to fire a short burst, scoring some lights hits on my targets fuselage. I maintained altitude following what I thought was one remaining high 109, but it was a spitfire.

I looked down on multiple contacts and circled above the fight trying to pick out an enemy fighter. Eventually I did and dived on him as he headed towards Manston from our position (about 2 miles east of Ramsgate, feet wet). But he'd seen me coming and as per, rolled over into a dive. I lined up my sights and fired a long range burst, but only managed to put a few holes in his starboard wing before I let him go down. 10 seconds later I spotted another 109 below me on which I immediately dived. Pulling right in behind him and lining up for some good shots on his engine, peppering his rear and bursting his water radiator nicely. I broke off and maintained altitude while watching him fall towards Manston (Probable #1).

Again it was just seconds before I spotted another 109 under my wing slightly below me. But noticed a Spitfire on his six, so left him and stayed high. The 109 took some shots on another friendly but I would've just gotten in the way down there. Multiple contacts with me up high, all Spitfires now except a single 109 with a spitfire close on his six, 109 quickly vented and into a dive. Spitfires all stayed high.

Another 109 spotted, I dove in with lots of energy passing another spitfire but came in too fast, disengaged and left for the other spits, at least I shook the 109 into some manoeuvres bleeding E. 109 was soon vented by friendlies.

Still near Manston angels 12. Calls for help on the radio. Multiple 109's at Deal angels 15. Spitfire pilots still over Ramsgate ,myself included, turned south to join the fight. 109's were apparently now moving towards Dover engaged with Spitfires and Hurricanes. I saw contacts at angels 12 just south of Deal but they all looked friendly. Then one contact went vertical into my gun sights about a mile away. Knew it must be a 109 and sure enough, it was. I had a huge energy advantage, using it to pull right around onto his six in what was almost a head on. Hun was right on the six of a friendly hurricane, fixated on him while I drew my bead. I Sprayed .303 all over his wings and fuselage, with hits on his engine and radiator. (Probable #2). 64 Squadron to the rescue!

Not long after, another 109 was on the scene. I turned on him but didn't have the energy to catch, at which point I realised I was in the kind of conga line you only see at weddings. I think it went something like...

<Spiftire< <109< <Hurricane< <Spitfire< <109< <ME<

At least that was the case until another two spits came past me with tons of smash making the line 8 planes long! Third in the line, the Hurricane, seemed to set the forward most 109 on fire before the spitfire behind him broke. I followed this spitfire thinking it could be a 109, while the ACTUAL 109 was followed up into a climbing right hander by at least one Spitfire. I watched the 109 lose altitude while engage, maintaining altitude myself. I thought I might be able to make a difference so dropped in again to help, but by this time the 109 was diving away towards France. I followed him for 60-90 seconds before breaking back towards home. On the journey back I was in a similar story with a different 109, trailed by two spitfires ahead of me (I think Luke & Thaine) heading towards France, I followed for a short time but we all broke off. I think Luke picked up one more on this second attempt to return to home shores, getting his water radiator. Hun's engine was kaput, so buzzed him with a victory roll to send him packing, tail firmly betwixt his Jerry legs.

I joined two Spitfires over Dover on their return leg to Manston and followed them in for a very nice formation landing, this time it was definitely Luke & Thaine.

Claims :
Destroyed: 0
Probable: 2
Damaged: 2

Pilot: OK
A/C: OK

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Schmuck » Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:45 am

Squadron: No. 501 "County of Gloucester" Squadron
Squadron Code: SD
Pilot Name: Schmuck
Call sign: Gold 3
Date: 12th August 1940
Base: Gravesend
Time: 13.45 hours
Type: Hurricane Mk 1, Rotol 100oct
Marking: L for London
Serial Number: N/A

Synopsis:

Take off from Gravesend forming up under the command of Gold Leader in a tight pack headed towards the coast to give the Jerry's, a "Damn good Thrashing" as they say. Keeping a steady speed at Angels 17, someone up front spots the dirty hun, A massive formation of Do-17s escorted by what seemed to be 8 109s. We get a dive on the Do-17s, lined up the tail section and opened fire, good guns on the tail as the rudder whips past my canopy. Break off as a ballsy hun gets on my tail, in an attempt to out turn him he gets a few hits on me, rudder disabled. A few men from the 501st hop onto him, and that was the last I saw of that 109. With a disabled rudder I come around for another pass, scanning, scanning, spotted one! I move in on a single Do-17, tail between his leg's headed back home. Line up the Starboard engine, good hits, then the fuselage, good hits, and finally the Port engine, good hits as the engine catches fire and shortly after half the Port wing rips off, I follow him down until he splashes down into a watery grave. We are called to RTB, with a damaged rudder I make an attempt on Canterbury. Lined up for final I get all wheels down. Safe and sound

Claims:

Destroyed: 1x Do-17
Probable: 1x Do-17

Pilot: Ok
Plane: Rudder damage
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Spud » Mon Sep 01, 2014 7:03 am

Squadron: No. 615 "County of Surrey" Squadron
Squadron Code: WK
Pilot Name: Spud
Date: 08/12/1940
Time: 1400 hrs.
Base: Gravesend
Type: Hawker Hurricane
Marking: R
Serial number: N2335

Synopsis:

Still on a high from the last sortie where No.615 single-handedly destroyed an entire raid of Dornier 17's, I was ready to get back up there and show Jerry we still mean business. I was assigned to "Red" flight as number 3 with Random leading the Squadron and Wolf flying as his number 2. With our engines running we assembled on the runway and quickly got into the air. After 2 circuits around the aerodrome to form up, we climbed off to the east towards Manston in search of trade.

Due to some frame rate issues, I positioned myself a little to the rear and left of the flight. This kept the flight clear from me during the scattered lags and also allowed me to keep watch on the six-o'clock of Red 1 and 2. Leveling off at Angels 18, my Merlin was running strong as she pulled me through the cold, thin air at 240 mph.

As we reached Manston, Random caught sight of the bombers. I closed in a bit, set my sight to "bomber" and Random gave the order to attack as he did a split-s and dove down on the bombers. Wolf followed close behind. I set the prop pitch for 2800 rpm, pulled the throttle to idle, opened my rads full, rolled left inverted and let the nose fall below the horizon. A little right rudder and I was lined up on the right echelon of the bombers with my #1 and 2 in sight ahead of me, pressing the attack. I watched them both score hits on their bombers as I came screaming down. I heard Yellow flight call out that 109's were following us down but I didn't care. Soon a Do-17 was in my sights. One good squirt sent a barrage of .303 steel and lead into the bomber's left engine as it ran itself to bits in a shower of smoke and vapor.

Closing fast, I pushed the stick forward and dove beneath the crippled bomber. Just as I was going to bank right, climb and re-join the group, I felt a hard THUD and my crate snapped over to the left once, twice, three times. Would it ever stop? I closed the throttle, pushed full right rudder and threw the stick forward forcefully to recover from the spin. One more slow rotation and she righted herself. Seeing that the plane was still flying I decided to take a quick took around to assess the damage. The engine instruments were all in the green. No holes in the canopy. No holes in the pilot. The right wing looked fine. Then I looked left.... Hmmm, I thought. I could have sworn there was an entire wing out there when I did my pre-flight. I'm guessing a 20mm round from a 109 and my wing had a bit of a disagreement. And it looked like the 20mm won. A quick control check showed that when I pulled the stick back, the houses got small. When I pushed it forward, the houses got big. So far so good. Rudders worked fine too. Even better!! While holding a bunch of right aileron, I was able to keep old KW-R on the straight and level. Looks like I'm still in business!! Manston was just a few miles off my nose. A perfect place to set down.

I called Random and told him I was headed to Manston with damage. Still high above the field, I made a very wide left-hand circle over the field as I decended and kept a constant eye over my shoulder watching for 109's. I was setting up for a long approach from the seaside when I saw a venting Do-17 about 2000 ft below me heading back to France.

Now a smart pilot would say to himself....... "Self, don't worry about the bomber. Land your damaged plane and live to fight another day"........ Not being an especially smart fellow, I dropped the nose, turned left and lined up my sights. Well behind the bomber I quickly tested my guns. Holy crap they all still work!! No adverse yaw. Everything worked fine. With a little creative rudder work, I was able to line up the bomber in my sights and give it about 2 seconds of fire. I saw some pieces fly off but nothing substantial. The bomber pulled away and I was unable to keep pace in a damaged crate. But I was quite pleased with the fact that I was able to continue the fight and do some damage with only 3/4 of an aircraft under my seat.

By now my better judgment kicked in and I turned back to Manston which was only 3 miles to my north. I lined up with the runway and dropped the gear. The airframe shuddered as the undercarriage dropped with 2 green lights. With the airspeed at about 120mph, I lowered the flaps. BAD IDEA!!! The extra lift caused my right wing to raise up and it was all I could do to not go onto my back!! So I quickly put the flap lever in the up position and kept the speed up for a no flaps approach. I crossed the fence at 110 mpg and did a running landing. The tail dropped slowly as the speed bled off and I taxied off of the active. I called Random to let him know I was down okay and shut my crate down. Some of the ground crew looked at me with jaws dropped in disbelief as I climbed out of my one-winged bird, lit up a smoke and walked towards them as if nothing was wrong. With a cheesey grin on my face, I called out to them.

"Top off all 3 tanks. And make sure it's 100 octane. She hates that low octane shit. And check gun #3. It's shooting to the left. And check my instrument panel. The "left wing in transit" light appears to be inop. Might be a bad bulb. I'll be back in half an hour".

And with that I went off in search of the nearest pub.

Claims:

Probable: 1x Do-17
Damaged: 1x Do-17

Pilot: Ok
Plane: Needs 1/2 of a left wing.
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Nitrous » Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:40 am

Squadron: No. 64 Squadron
Squadron Code: SH
Pilot Name: Nitrous
Date: 12 Aug 1940 1400, Manston
Base: Manston
Type: Spitfire Mk. Ia 100 Octane
Marking: S for Sausage

Claims:

Definate Kills - 1 x Bf110 - Pilot Kill with one Squirt

Pilot: Ok
Plane: Ditched in the Sea

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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 23: 12th August (3. Manston 1400)

Post by Vukac » Mon Sep 01, 2014 11:09 am

Squadron: No.64 Squadron
Squadron code: "SH"
Pilot name: Vukac
Date:12 August 1940
Time: 1400
Base: Manston
Type: Spitfire Ia 100 octane
Marking:C
Serial number:N3231




Claims:
Destroyed: 1x Bf 110
Probable: 0
Damaged: 1x Bf 110
Pilot: KIA
Plane:Lost
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