|-||St Mary's Bay||Spitfire||No.64||Artreides- Boyezee|
This morning I had a meeting with Albert Kesselring concerning the new painting on our aircraft, I had the idea of painting the wing tips yellow for better recognition, but this was revoked as we had to open our eyes better. So coming back to Audembert air base after the talk, I didn’t feel much like flying . But there was no choice, general oberst Galland told me the German pilot flies until he dies..
In the dispersal the captain ordered me to fly as leader for the 2nd schwarm, That wasn’t a good feeling as I have the live of 3 young men in my hands now. But this is not the time nor the place for sentimental emotions and I had a duty to fore fill. Again we had to do a silly mission escorting the Ju’s over the channel for the 8th time this week. So there we went to our aircraft, the mechanic was already waiting at the wrong crate… Where is my E3 I wondered, when I asked this to him what was going on, he didn’t know. As I need my 20 mil to get a victory I’d considered this as a bad token. Strap me in and next time wear a shirt you farmer I ordered the Saxon bluntly! His eyes were filled with confusion.
The 1st schwarm with the captain were already waiting on the runway when we taxied in, all went smoothly, took off, in formation and so on. Then Stig came over the R/T asking why on earth I was following the captain and his bunch the whole time, I replied that this was a test case, the plan was to stay as a larger group as the Brits had shown me earlier in the war, where I was attacked by so many and so few at the same time and place. The plan was good my schwarm members mumbled. Once over the target area, some guys from the 26th were in a fight with some Hurricanes, I didn’t want to mix in the fight cause I didn’t feel like wasting my ammo on a crate that sooner or later was going drop out of the sky out of itself anyway. The boys handled them well and took ‘em all down. Still no loses on the Ju’s! When I asked my schwarm for a status report there was no answer, could it be 2 of my guys were in that collision I’d witnessed earlier? Then Dub came in and a sigh of relieve followed, he was heading home with some minor technical difficulties.
So I’d reported this to the captain and he’d ordered me to rendezvous over Dungeness to give support to the 6th staffel
This went smoothly, but now my hands started to tremble, I’ve known the captain for a while as he is a Prussian same as I, I couldn’t help thinking I could lose my face here. The captain as his wingmen are the aces of the war, how was I going to keep up with these virtuosi? We’d hooked up with the bombers again, in a fraction of an Eye we saw Spitfires going in for the bombers, the captain didn’t hesitate, get them away from those bomber he yelled over the R/T, his wingman Boyezee filled the Brit with Krupps-metal, but he couldn’t keep up with his turn and the captain took over, more hits!! As the captain couldn’t keep up with his turn neither, it was my time to finish him off, just as he was doing some evasive maneuvers over the waves I’d send him to kingdom come. As I flew over the ditching Spitfire I’d recognized the pilot as a guy I’ve been chasing for a long time that goes by the name of Nitrous, I could see the fear in his face passing by, so it was him!
So it was regrouping time again with the Ju’s as we came closer I’d spotted another Spitfire. Boy they have an nest out here I said over the R/T, hope this goes well.. Shut up and do your duties as a Prussian Soldier like your father did at the battle of the Somme, the captain replied, Jawoll Herr captain was my last stupid remark off the day. Then the captain came back over the R/T;’' I’ve got some bad news for you Grey!; Boyezee and me are out of ammo, Boyezee is RTB and so you’re on your own now, but I’ll keep him busy so you can regain energy as I go into a turn with him.'' This plan worked, A dance with 3 fighters commenced. The captain stayed on his tail, so I had the chance of getting my energy the whole time and fill the Brit with Krupps-metal. But it was here where I missed those 20 mils, and the end of the battle the Tommie’s wings were like French cheese, In the final run I’d spotted blood splatters all over his canopy, this crate had markings with SH-M or W, so I asked the captain to disengage. No I’m ordering you!!! We’re getting away to far behind from the Ju’s with your sorry ass skills, you better have some more ammo left, or it won’t be your best day ever he replied… yes sir, Bingo, Winchester RTB. On our approach we did a victory roll over the runway, Boyezee was still there along with many other pilots. I’d shared my rations with my mechanic as it is the custom. A victory drink was in order, just a short one cause only an hour later we were already in the dispersal for the next mission.