Name: Javelina
Rank: Hauptgefreiter
Unit: 4./JG26
Aircraft: BF-109 E-4
Markings: White 13
Aerodrome: Theville
Status: Had to ditch the aircraft 5 miles off the French coast. Rescued by friendly ASR
Part of Schwarm consisting of Pitti, Obermann, Javelina, and Malarky. Had a hit on a Spit, got hit by a Spit. Placeholder, more info to follow...
Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Mission Date: 16-08-1940
Name: Martinjas
Rank: Obergefreiter
Unit: 7./JG26
Aircraft: Bf-109 E-4
Markings: White 11
Aerodrome: Crepon
Status: KIA - Drowned
After being transferred to 7th staffel, my initial concern was getting used to flying with a new group of pilots... My concerns were put to ease as soon as my wheels went up. This is an experienced group of pilots. We headed over, found our bombers, and escorted them to the target with no issues.
Upon seeing a squadron of Hurricaines begin attacking our Stukas, we dove to intercept them. A furball ensued for a few minutes when we were met by what seemed like an unending cloud of Spitfires. They must have outnumbered us three-to-one.
I was engaging one of them when another found his way on to my six. He chased me for several minutes. This was a very experienced Spitfire pilot because he was able to keep up with me when I had my radiators half way closed at 500 kph. He wasn't close enough to get any good shots on me, but kept sending tracers past my canopy. This is a clever move because a lot of pilots would lose their nerves... but not me. I began dragging him out to sea and let my squadron know where I was going, then he disengaged.
In this chase, I turned my prop pitch automation on and off a few times. I learned my lesson not to do this because one of those times I thought it was on, It was actually off. I noticed too late that my engine sounded like the RPMs were too high... when I looked at the gauge I immediately cut my throttle... but the engine had enough... just a few seconds at 3300 RPM was enough to splatter oil all over my canopy and into my mouth. I had no choice but to ditch just off the British coast where I drowned...............
Name: Martinjas
Rank: Obergefreiter
Unit: 7./JG26
Aircraft: Bf-109 E-4
Markings: White 11
Aerodrome: Crepon
Status: KIA - Drowned
After being transferred to 7th staffel, my initial concern was getting used to flying with a new group of pilots... My concerns were put to ease as soon as my wheels went up. This is an experienced group of pilots. We headed over, found our bombers, and escorted them to the target with no issues.
Upon seeing a squadron of Hurricaines begin attacking our Stukas, we dove to intercept them. A furball ensued for a few minutes when we were met by what seemed like an unending cloud of Spitfires. They must have outnumbered us three-to-one.
I was engaging one of them when another found his way on to my six. He chased me for several minutes. This was a very experienced Spitfire pilot because he was able to keep up with me when I had my radiators half way closed at 500 kph. He wasn't close enough to get any good shots on me, but kept sending tracers past my canopy. This is a clever move because a lot of pilots would lose their nerves... but not me. I began dragging him out to sea and let my squadron know where I was going, then he disengaged.
In this chase, I turned my prop pitch automation on and off a few times. I learned my lesson not to do this because one of those times I thought it was on, It was actually off. I noticed too late that my engine sounded like the RPMs were too high... when I looked at the gauge I immediately cut my throttle... but the engine had enough... just a few seconds at 3300 RPM was enough to splatter oil all over my canopy and into my mouth. I had no choice but to ditch just off the British coast where I drowned...............
Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Mission Date: Aug 16, 1940
Sunday Nov 2, 2014
Name: Zyk
Rank: Gefreiter
Unit: flew with 5./JG26
Aircraft: bf 109 E-1
Markings: Black 1 (I think)
Aerodrome: Theville
Status: Ditched about 3-4 kilometers south of English coast. was told I survived (stayed in plane until someone confirmed my status)
First ever group mission, first time formation flying. Nosed first machine over on takeoff. On restart, stayed with group, meeting up with bombers heading to Tangmere. Stayed with escort until enemy fighters began engaging bombers, where I vented a hurricane. I was suddenly warned to break, a spit was on my tail, and I dove/broke right and evaded without being hit. After several turns looking for enemy, I was slightly behind the bomber group. saw another hurricane finish emptying his guns, and returning to his base, heading north, when I gave chase, catching him near Canterbury aerodrome. Vented him, he broke right, and my motor spewed oil on windscreen at about 3.3 K altitude. Turned south immediately, and began a 200kpm glide, making it 3 to 4 kilometers out into channel, where I crash landed.
Sunday Nov 2, 2014
Name: Zyk
Rank: Gefreiter
Unit: flew with 5./JG26
Aircraft: bf 109 E-1
Markings: Black 1 (I think)
Aerodrome: Theville
Status: Ditched about 3-4 kilometers south of English coast. was told I survived (stayed in plane until someone confirmed my status)
First ever group mission, first time formation flying. Nosed first machine over on takeoff. On restart, stayed with group, meeting up with bombers heading to Tangmere. Stayed with escort until enemy fighters began engaging bombers, where I vented a hurricane. I was suddenly warned to break, a spit was on my tail, and I dove/broke right and evaded without being hit. After several turns looking for enemy, I was slightly behind the bomber group. saw another hurricane finish emptying his guns, and returning to his base, heading north, when I gave chase, catching him near Canterbury aerodrome. Vented him, he broke right, and my motor spewed oil on windscreen at about 3.3 K altitude. Turned south immediately, and began a 200kpm glide, making it 3 to 4 kilometers out into channel, where I crash landed.
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Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Mission Date: 16th august 1940 1159-1334
Name: Atreides
Rank: Leutnant
Unit: 7./JG26
Aircraft: Bf109 E4
Markings: White 13
Aerodrome: Crepon
Status: RTB.
Victory Claims:
Damaged:
Hurricane KW-R (Spud) - I think I got some hits on him before he blew his radiator far out over sea. He probably didn't make it back.
Report:
Our offensive is continuing and in order to sustain and expand it's strength in the future, the need had arisen to expand JG26 with 3rd Gruppe. The first Staffel of the new group today became operational, the 7th. Only yesterday I got the orders to report to Crepon airbase to become part of this new Staffel. After a year with the proud 5th Staffel I had to say goodbye to my comrades with a heavy heart, but duty for the Fatherland comes before everything else.
I arrived at Crepon in a Kübelwagen together with 3 other Staffelmates of the 5th who were also transferred. We didn't get time to adjust, since the new planes on the airfield were there for a purpose of course and that was not rusting. With August more than halfway over we had to be quick to defeat the RAF in order to be able to invade Britain before winter. Their strong naval armada necessitated full control over the skies or else our invasion forces could easily be sunk or their supply lines cut off.
Since the setup of the new Staffel had happened so quickly, our Staffelleader Casca was still in another theater of war, but he was already being transferred to France with all haste. In his absence I was extremely proud to hear I was assigned to lead the 7th into battle for it's first time. As I read through the files of the 5 other pilots I would be flying with today, I was impressed by their history. All veterans of the Battle of Britain in 2nd Gruppe of JG26. Capable men, which provided security to the rest of the flight and a danger to the enemy.
As I looked outside of the briefing room I saw the tanks of our E4's were being topped off. It was to be a long flight today. Together with 2nd Gruppe we would be defending Stuka's and Ju88's all the way from Le Havre to Tangmere. The incapacitation of that field would be paramount in our effort to disrupt the RAF's operations in Southern England. Even though it was a long flight the men were good spirited and just before noon we walked towards our planes.
I stopped to appreciate the sight of my brand new 109 with the freshly painted white number 13 and the red heart, our logo. I would do my utmost to take good care of this plane. I had left my old one, black 3, at the 5th, after having flown it 8 contiguous missions and safely bringing it back each time. I was not about to stop that successful series. Though every plane is in the basis a factory produced machine, they do in a way have a personality. To get to know that as quickly as possible is key for survival, especially in a combat zone. I wouldn't get to test-fly it unfortunately, but at least 13 is a lucky number, so I had that going for me.
The engine started without a problem and I rolled to the runway, with the 5 other planes taking up position behind me. As 6th Staffel started to taxi to their takeoff positions we pushed the throttle forward. With a roar our engines burst to life, we accelerated and got into the air without a glitch. A good beginning is half the work I thought, as we set course to Le Havre.
On our way over there I looked around and saw the 7th in a nice formation. Though we had never flown in this composition before, it looked like we never had done any differently. The Stuka's soon came into sight and we took up position close to them. The 6th also joined up and we were on our way towards Britain.
This moment is always tense. We knew the RAF had some sort of advanced plane-detection ability, so already over sea we might meet them. They had been battered but not beaten so the outcome of the coming hour was unknown to anyone. As the Isle of Wight and Selsey came into view the enemy was spotted.
Spitfire's and Hurricane's. They were throwing everything they had against us. Desperation or maybe they weren't that weak as we suspected? Anyway I gave the order and the 7th dove towards it's first battle. Soon the skies around the Stuka's were a furball of RAF and Luftwaffe planes in a ballet of death.
I dove towards a Hurricane and as we were fighting each other we got lower and lower. Another 109 was nearby so I gathered we would be able to dispense with this enemy quickly. However as the sea came ever closer we were not able to get any good shots at this plane, even though we could see the white in each others eyes at times. KW-L it showed on it's fuselage. Somehow familiar, but then again, after months of combat over France and Britain you were bound to come across someone more than once.
As I pondered this I noticed, as I dove towards the Hurricane for another pass, that the other 109 had gone. In it's place however I now saw another Hurricane, KW-R...behind me! I nosed down and got some distance and afterwards some altitude. A 1 v 2 situation is never good. The Hurricane might not have the engine power the E4 has, but it's turning abilities make it a plane to be respected, especially when flown by capable pilots.
For a very long I fought them, keeping my altitude, diving down on one of them, being out-turned in the pass and, if I was not careful, needing to dodge the bullets of the other. I got some hits on them and got very close to being hit more than once. As I was getting some distance from them, I saw one of them suddenly beginning to trail white smoke. He had blown his radiator while pushing his plane to the limits to get me. With or without my help, that didn't matter, because he was now on a timer to get home.
Since I assumed he was going to head for home, I decided to let him go, focusing all my attention to his friend. However, when I was again passing his friend, he appeared behind me, showing heroic determination to help his squadronmate and thereby still keeping me in this 1 v 2 situation. That almost got me...almost. Soon he did fly away, his engine probably finally giving up. I don't think he would have been able to make it home, but I of course couldn't follow him to make sure. There was still 1 Hurricane left.
KW-L it was, I saw when we did a close head on pass. As we were getting closer and closer to Selsey I noticed my fuel getting lower and lower. Also I was alone out here, the rest of JG26 being engaged over Tangmere or heading home. If I didn't look out I could become bounced by another RAF-plane. Neither of us getting any real chance to damage the other, I decided to try one more pass before disengaging. “Let's call it a draw Hurricane” I said to myself just over the peninsula of Selsey, as I squeezed the trigger one last time. As in slow motion however I saw my cannon shells suddenly hit their target followed by a large part of his right wing being ripped off.
Uncontrollably he spiraled down. My opponent luckily managed to bail out just in time, his Hurricane smashing into the water moments after. In disbelief I realized that I had prevailed. 2 Hurricanes, 1 109. A dogfight of nearly 30 minutes, my longest ever. I got close to my demise, too close. But White 13 had held it's own. I was already becoming attached to my new 109 I realized. Looking down I saluted the brave pilot on his parachute and settled in for the long flight home.
Landing back at Crepon I had less than 50 liters of fuel left. These missions were definitely starting to stretch the 109 to it's operational limits. I had heard over the radio that my squadronmates had also managed to score some victories, but like me they had been fighting against heavy odds. Looking around at the airfield I saw that I was the first one to make it back. After reporting myself landed I decided to wait for them at the flight-line, and waited....
Name: Atreides
Rank: Leutnant
Unit: 7./JG26
Aircraft: Bf109 E4
Markings: White 13
Aerodrome: Crepon
Status: RTB.
Victory Claims:
| Time | Place | Aircraft | Opponent | Confirmed |
| 1310 | Over Selsey | Hurricane | KW-L (Kev) | No (maybe by the Kriegsmarine) |
Hurricane KW-R (Spud) - I think I got some hits on him before he blew his radiator far out over sea. He probably didn't make it back.
Report:
Our offensive is continuing and in order to sustain and expand it's strength in the future, the need had arisen to expand JG26 with 3rd Gruppe. The first Staffel of the new group today became operational, the 7th. Only yesterday I got the orders to report to Crepon airbase to become part of this new Staffel. After a year with the proud 5th Staffel I had to say goodbye to my comrades with a heavy heart, but duty for the Fatherland comes before everything else.
I arrived at Crepon in a Kübelwagen together with 3 other Staffelmates of the 5th who were also transferred. We didn't get time to adjust, since the new planes on the airfield were there for a purpose of course and that was not rusting. With August more than halfway over we had to be quick to defeat the RAF in order to be able to invade Britain before winter. Their strong naval armada necessitated full control over the skies or else our invasion forces could easily be sunk or their supply lines cut off.
Since the setup of the new Staffel had happened so quickly, our Staffelleader Casca was still in another theater of war, but he was already being transferred to France with all haste. In his absence I was extremely proud to hear I was assigned to lead the 7th into battle for it's first time. As I read through the files of the 5 other pilots I would be flying with today, I was impressed by their history. All veterans of the Battle of Britain in 2nd Gruppe of JG26. Capable men, which provided security to the rest of the flight and a danger to the enemy.
As I looked outside of the briefing room I saw the tanks of our E4's were being topped off. It was to be a long flight today. Together with 2nd Gruppe we would be defending Stuka's and Ju88's all the way from Le Havre to Tangmere. The incapacitation of that field would be paramount in our effort to disrupt the RAF's operations in Southern England. Even though it was a long flight the men were good spirited and just before noon we walked towards our planes.
I stopped to appreciate the sight of my brand new 109 with the freshly painted white number 13 and the red heart, our logo. I would do my utmost to take good care of this plane. I had left my old one, black 3, at the 5th, after having flown it 8 contiguous missions and safely bringing it back each time. I was not about to stop that successful series. Though every plane is in the basis a factory produced machine, they do in a way have a personality. To get to know that as quickly as possible is key for survival, especially in a combat zone. I wouldn't get to test-fly it unfortunately, but at least 13 is a lucky number, so I had that going for me.
The engine started without a problem and I rolled to the runway, with the 5 other planes taking up position behind me. As 6th Staffel started to taxi to their takeoff positions we pushed the throttle forward. With a roar our engines burst to life, we accelerated and got into the air without a glitch. A good beginning is half the work I thought, as we set course to Le Havre.
On our way over there I looked around and saw the 7th in a nice formation. Though we had never flown in this composition before, it looked like we never had done any differently. The Stuka's soon came into sight and we took up position close to them. The 6th also joined up and we were on our way towards Britain.
This moment is always tense. We knew the RAF had some sort of advanced plane-detection ability, so already over sea we might meet them. They had been battered but not beaten so the outcome of the coming hour was unknown to anyone. As the Isle of Wight and Selsey came into view the enemy was spotted.
Spitfire's and Hurricane's. They were throwing everything they had against us. Desperation or maybe they weren't that weak as we suspected? Anyway I gave the order and the 7th dove towards it's first battle. Soon the skies around the Stuka's were a furball of RAF and Luftwaffe planes in a ballet of death.
I dove towards a Hurricane and as we were fighting each other we got lower and lower. Another 109 was nearby so I gathered we would be able to dispense with this enemy quickly. However as the sea came ever closer we were not able to get any good shots at this plane, even though we could see the white in each others eyes at times. KW-L it showed on it's fuselage. Somehow familiar, but then again, after months of combat over France and Britain you were bound to come across someone more than once.
As I pondered this I noticed, as I dove towards the Hurricane for another pass, that the other 109 had gone. In it's place however I now saw another Hurricane, KW-R...behind me! I nosed down and got some distance and afterwards some altitude. A 1 v 2 situation is never good. The Hurricane might not have the engine power the E4 has, but it's turning abilities make it a plane to be respected, especially when flown by capable pilots.
For a very long I fought them, keeping my altitude, diving down on one of them, being out-turned in the pass and, if I was not careful, needing to dodge the bullets of the other. I got some hits on them and got very close to being hit more than once. As I was getting some distance from them, I saw one of them suddenly beginning to trail white smoke. He had blown his radiator while pushing his plane to the limits to get me. With or without my help, that didn't matter, because he was now on a timer to get home.
Since I assumed he was going to head for home, I decided to let him go, focusing all my attention to his friend. However, when I was again passing his friend, he appeared behind me, showing heroic determination to help his squadronmate and thereby still keeping me in this 1 v 2 situation. That almost got me...almost. Soon he did fly away, his engine probably finally giving up. I don't think he would have been able to make it home, but I of course couldn't follow him to make sure. There was still 1 Hurricane left.
KW-L it was, I saw when we did a close head on pass. As we were getting closer and closer to Selsey I noticed my fuel getting lower and lower. Also I was alone out here, the rest of JG26 being engaged over Tangmere or heading home. If I didn't look out I could become bounced by another RAF-plane. Neither of us getting any real chance to damage the other, I decided to try one more pass before disengaging. “Let's call it a draw Hurricane” I said to myself just over the peninsula of Selsey, as I squeezed the trigger one last time. As in slow motion however I saw my cannon shells suddenly hit their target followed by a large part of his right wing being ripped off.
Uncontrollably he spiraled down. My opponent luckily managed to bail out just in time, his Hurricane smashing into the water moments after. In disbelief I realized that I had prevailed. 2 Hurricanes, 1 109. A dogfight of nearly 30 minutes, my longest ever. I got close to my demise, too close. But White 13 had held it's own. I was already becoming attached to my new 109 I realized. Looking down I saluted the brave pilot on his parachute and settled in for the long flight home.
Landing back at Crepon I had less than 50 liters of fuel left. These missions were definitely starting to stretch the 109 to it's operational limits. I had heard over the radio that my squadronmates had also managed to score some victories, but like me they had been fighting against heavy odds. Looking around at the airfield I saw that I was the first one to make it back. After reporting myself landed I decided to wait for them at the flight-line, and waited....
Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Mission Date: 08-16-1940
Name: Grey
Rank: OLt
Unit: 6./ZG67 Zerstörers
Aircraft: Bf-110C4/N
Markings: M8NP
Aerodrome: Le Havre AB
Status: OK/RTB
Victory Claims:
I have decided, that in view of the fact that not one of those attacked has been put out of action. From now on we shall waste no more time on the British radar installations.
Herman Göring - August 15th 1940
Early one morning on the 16th of august I sat with Archie in my little office next to the dispersal. We were still full of laughter with the mission we’d pulled off the day before at Manston. Suddenly our little get together got interrupted by Wolf storming through the door like a tornado; Sir, sir! I can’t fly today because I need to see the doctor right away, he yelled like a wild animal while scratching his private parts at the same time. He was gone again before any of us could ask what was going on.
Archie, be honest is like this a hell hath no fury like a woman scorned kind of cases?
Don’t know sir, I honestly don’t know.
Lucky we found us a replacement, a young fellow from Berlin, another virtuosi was entering our fine zerstorer staffel, a no-nonsense kind of guy who speaks with his heart. Welcome aboard Donnerschlag I’d greeted him, I’ll find you a mechanic, rear gunner and one of the heavy beasts. Good sir thank you he replied.
Donnerschlag
All right guys, you know the drill by now, I’ve got some extra seats in my Kubelwagen so jump in, the rest of you can walk to the crates!
We sat for 20 minutes at Le Havre AB on the double runway in and around our magnificent power beasts all lined up like Leni Riefenstahl would be here any minute, the take off went flowless as always! Nothing could go wrong now!
3 minutes later we were already in line with the Ju-88 bombers.
The whole zerstorer staffel followed me like a shadow, how beautiful with the noon sun shining on to our canopies, if I’d only brought my camera with me, too bad, this could have been top footage for flying schools!
There lies England again, it almost feels like a 2nd home in a strange kind of way, keep your eyes peeled manschaft, we should have company soon, my words weren’t even fully spoken and there they were, hundreds of them all with one goal; to wipe us off this planet!
Pauke pauke! The whole staffel followed me in like a train with me as the locomotive, we scared the first pesky hurricanes off by a rain of tracer bullets but it wasn’t long before the first Spitfires appeared..
Biggles and Katt were now in a desperate fight for their lives. Hold fast guys, I’m on my way to your rescue! The first shower wave of tracer bullets was going into the direction of Biggles his pursuer. A normal pilot with some brains in his head would’ve broken off the fight, but not this one, no, he just kept going and had the nerve to ignore me! As I was in the wrong angle of attack, there was nothing I could do for my guys anymore. Sadly we never heard a word from them again.
Back with the bombers; A Hurricane was making this his day by creeping up to the back of the bomber stream, but not with Grey around, no sir! Closer, closer, fingers on the machine guns and cannons, good, and……. A Bf-109 with chevrons appeared from above and blew his wing off by a single shot. The poor chap plummeted towards the earth, game over for this one.
Abschuss! I called out over the wireless to Pitti.
All right, What’s your status guys? Archie was pumping fuel and Donnerschlag was keeping the path to the sea open.
Good! Rejoin formation and RTB it’s been enough for today.
On my way home I couldn’t help thinking that day after day we are flying operational duties. The constant run of failures to achieve our goals of destroying our targets due to being constantly intercepted by British fighters is beginning to take its toll. Time and time again we tell our commanding officers that we must destroy the radar systems because we are always being met over the Channel by Spitfires and Hurricanes. The British pilots are very clever, they seem to be able to turn us around and we are forced to return to our bases, not only with bullet holes all over our aircraft, but with dead or injured crewmen that have to be attended to on the return flight.
We become tired and exhausted, each new day brings new missions and. Man can only take so much, he is not a machine, although I think that our commanders think differently. When the weather is too bad for flying, it is like a dream come true.
Name: Grey
Rank: OLt
Unit: 6./ZG67 Zerstörers
Aircraft: Bf-110C4/N
Markings: M8NP
Aerodrome: Le Havre AB
Status: OK/RTB
Victory Claims:
| Time | Place | Aircraft | Opponent | Confirmed |
| - | - | - | - | - |
I have decided, that in view of the fact that not one of those attacked has been put out of action. From now on we shall waste no more time on the British radar installations.
Herman Göring - August 15th 1940
Early one morning on the 16th of august I sat with Archie in my little office next to the dispersal. We were still full of laughter with the mission we’d pulled off the day before at Manston. Suddenly our little get together got interrupted by Wolf storming through the door like a tornado; Sir, sir! I can’t fly today because I need to see the doctor right away, he yelled like a wild animal while scratching his private parts at the same time. He was gone again before any of us could ask what was going on.
Archie, be honest is like this a hell hath no fury like a woman scorned kind of cases?
Don’t know sir, I honestly don’t know.
Lucky we found us a replacement, a young fellow from Berlin, another virtuosi was entering our fine zerstorer staffel, a no-nonsense kind of guy who speaks with his heart. Welcome aboard Donnerschlag I’d greeted him, I’ll find you a mechanic, rear gunner and one of the heavy beasts. Good sir thank you he replied.
Donnerschlag
All right guys, you know the drill by now, I’ve got some extra seats in my Kubelwagen so jump in, the rest of you can walk to the crates!
We sat for 20 minutes at Le Havre AB on the double runway in and around our magnificent power beasts all lined up like Leni Riefenstahl would be here any minute, the take off went flowless as always! Nothing could go wrong now!
3 minutes later we were already in line with the Ju-88 bombers.
The whole zerstorer staffel followed me like a shadow, how beautiful with the noon sun shining on to our canopies, if I’d only brought my camera with me, too bad, this could have been top footage for flying schools!
There lies England again, it almost feels like a 2nd home in a strange kind of way, keep your eyes peeled manschaft, we should have company soon, my words weren’t even fully spoken and there they were, hundreds of them all with one goal; to wipe us off this planet!
Pauke pauke! The whole staffel followed me in like a train with me as the locomotive, we scared the first pesky hurricanes off by a rain of tracer bullets but it wasn’t long before the first Spitfires appeared..
Biggles and Katt were now in a desperate fight for their lives. Hold fast guys, I’m on my way to your rescue! The first shower wave of tracer bullets was going into the direction of Biggles his pursuer. A normal pilot with some brains in his head would’ve broken off the fight, but not this one, no, he just kept going and had the nerve to ignore me! As I was in the wrong angle of attack, there was nothing I could do for my guys anymore. Sadly we never heard a word from them again.
Back with the bombers; A Hurricane was making this his day by creeping up to the back of the bomber stream, but not with Grey around, no sir! Closer, closer, fingers on the machine guns and cannons, good, and……. A Bf-109 with chevrons appeared from above and blew his wing off by a single shot. The poor chap plummeted towards the earth, game over for this one.
Abschuss! I called out over the wireless to Pitti.
All right, What’s your status guys? Archie was pumping fuel and Donnerschlag was keeping the path to the sea open.
Good! Rejoin formation and RTB it’s been enough for today.
On my way home I couldn’t help thinking that day after day we are flying operational duties. The constant run of failures to achieve our goals of destroying our targets due to being constantly intercepted by British fighters is beginning to take its toll. Time and time again we tell our commanding officers that we must destroy the radar systems because we are always being met over the Channel by Spitfires and Hurricanes. The British pilots are very clever, they seem to be able to turn us around and we are forced to return to our bases, not only with bullet holes all over our aircraft, but with dead or injured crewmen that have to be attended to on the return flight.
We become tired and exhausted, each new day brings new missions and. Man can only take so much, he is not a machine, although I think that our commanders think differently. When the weather is too bad for flying, it is like a dream come true.
Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Mission Date: 16-08-1940 1202-1328
Name: Lee
Rank: Hauptgefreiter
Unit: 5./JG26
Aircraft: BF-109 E1
Markings: Black -+4
Aerodrome: The'ville
Status: Pilot and aircraft RTB
Victory Claims:
I always say in any mission I lead the Schwarm that a successful conclusion of a mission ends with all Schwarm members landing safely in a friendly airfield .
I will make no excuses , While we kipped formation during the entire approach to Tagmere , we broke off just before the engagement .
Results are as follows .
First Dub was jumped .
Then Flyby suffered a technical glitch , lost formation and got shot down .
Zyke entered the engagement , and successfully shot down a Hurricane , I can confirm I saw him streaming and heading down (AKA kill confirmed ).
After that Zyke over-reved his E1 and made a crash landing just off shore .
I informed CnC of Zyke's need of a rescue , I do not however know what his status .
I was flying defensively by then , only covering bombers and engaging only contacts actively attempting to harm the aft bomber formation .
As they cleared the British coast , I was the Soul survivor of the 2nd Schwarm , I formed up with Her Staffelkapitän , also the Soul survivor of Schwarm 1 and we returned home .
In a nut shell , a staggering failure in my part .
Name: Lee
Rank: Hauptgefreiter
Unit: 5./JG26
Aircraft: BF-109 E1
Markings: Black -+4
Aerodrome: The'ville
Status: Pilot and aircraft RTB
Victory Claims:
| Time | Place | Aircraft | Opponent | Confirmed |
| - | - | - | - | - |
I will make no excuses , While we kipped formation during the entire approach to Tagmere , we broke off just before the engagement .
Results are as follows .
First Dub was jumped .
Then Flyby suffered a technical glitch , lost formation and got shot down .
Zyke entered the engagement , and successfully shot down a Hurricane , I can confirm I saw him streaming and heading down (AKA kill confirmed ).
After that Zyke over-reved his E1 and made a crash landing just off shore .
I informed CnC of Zyke's need of a rescue , I do not however know what his status .
I was flying defensively by then , only covering bombers and engaging only contacts actively attempting to harm the aft bomber formation .
As they cleared the British coast , I was the Soul survivor of the 2nd Schwarm , I formed up with Her Staffelkapitän , also the Soul survivor of Schwarm 1 and we returned home .
In a nut shell , a staggering failure in my part .
Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Name: Boyezee
Rank: Oberleutnant
Unit: 5./JG26
Aircraft: Bf109 E1
Markings: Black 14
Aerodrome: Theville
Status: RTB
After the recent changes we had lost 4 pilots to the newly created 7th - as part of our restructure we down sized to 2 Schwarms - this will now be our format until we can recruit some more to the 5th.
With myself in the 1st Schwarm flew Esri & Stig with Lee leading the 2nd - we took off and formed over the airfield with the 4th Staffel and headed out to meet with the Ju88's - after some searching we found them north west of Le Havre and took position over the 1st wave.
As we approached the south coast of England radio traffic revealed that the first element of the attack escorted by 6 & 7th Staffels were facing heavy resistance from the RAF, as a response Pitti took the 4th to shore up the numbers whilst we remained with the bombers - after a short while however we were called to also help and raced ahead of the bombers to try and assist - as we approached Selsey we spotted a large number of Spitfire's fighting with 109s - we dived and engaged the RAF, I scored some weak hits on a Spitfire during my first pass and the 5th was seperated during the 1st run - every man fighting for himself.
We lost Esri due to engine damage and then came news of DUB and Flyby being shot down - Lee and Zyk fought through to stay with the bombers as Stig and I re-formed over Selsey, with no sight of the bombers and Lee unable to report position due to heavy engagements, myself and Stig attacked a number of Spitfires engaged with 109's over Selsey - I scored good firm hits on one of the RAF fighters, he broke and dis-engaged but I did not witness what happened to him after this.
Stig reported engine trouble and headed RTB - I managed to find Lee with the bombers on their return leg and keep watch over them as they cleared the south coast - Lee informed me that Zyk had also had engine trouble and had crash landed in enemy territory, these damn E1's need careful attention to their RPM's - something that must be heeded in future missions.
Stig managed to nurse his 109 back to Theville and landed shortly before myself and Lee.
4 out of 7 aircraft lost - 2 to engine damage & 2 to enemy fire and a further 1 requiring a new engine, not a success for the 5th.
Rank: Oberleutnant
Unit: 5./JG26
Aircraft: Bf109 E1
Markings: Black 14
Aerodrome: Theville
Status: RTB
After the recent changes we had lost 4 pilots to the newly created 7th - as part of our restructure we down sized to 2 Schwarms - this will now be our format until we can recruit some more to the 5th.
With myself in the 1st Schwarm flew Esri & Stig with Lee leading the 2nd - we took off and formed over the airfield with the 4th Staffel and headed out to meet with the Ju88's - after some searching we found them north west of Le Havre and took position over the 1st wave.
As we approached the south coast of England radio traffic revealed that the first element of the attack escorted by 6 & 7th Staffels were facing heavy resistance from the RAF, as a response Pitti took the 4th to shore up the numbers whilst we remained with the bombers - after a short while however we were called to also help and raced ahead of the bombers to try and assist - as we approached Selsey we spotted a large number of Spitfire's fighting with 109s - we dived and engaged the RAF, I scored some weak hits on a Spitfire during my first pass and the 5th was seperated during the 1st run - every man fighting for himself.
We lost Esri due to engine damage and then came news of DUB and Flyby being shot down - Lee and Zyk fought through to stay with the bombers as Stig and I re-formed over Selsey, with no sight of the bombers and Lee unable to report position due to heavy engagements, myself and Stig attacked a number of Spitfires engaged with 109's over Selsey - I scored good firm hits on one of the RAF fighters, he broke and dis-engaged but I did not witness what happened to him after this.
Stig reported engine trouble and headed RTB - I managed to find Lee with the bombers on their return leg and keep watch over them as they cleared the south coast - Lee informed me that Zyk had also had engine trouble and had crash landed in enemy territory, these damn E1's need careful attention to their RPM's - something that must be heeded in future missions.
Stig managed to nurse his 109 back to Theville and landed shortly before myself and Lee.
4 out of 7 aircraft lost - 2 to engine damage & 2 to enemy fire and a further 1 requiring a new engine, not a success for the 5th.
Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Mission Date: 08-10-1940
Name: Falcon
Rank: Gefreiter
Unit: 6./JG 26
Aircraft: Bf 109 E-3
Markings: Brown 16
Aerodrome: Crépon
Status: bailed out, rescued by friendly ASR
Victory Claims: Nil
Flying as Rook's wingman as part of the 2nd Schwarm. After he had to abort his takeoff I followed my Schwarmführer MarLeo until I could finally form up on Rook. Since the delay during takeoff we didn't make it to the rondezvous in time but joined the Stukas and their escort midchanel. There we got encountered with a Hurricane at ~5k and my leader ripping apart some parts before the Tommy stalled. Afterwards Rook could confirm me some MG hits on another Hurricane passing in front of me (finally hit something red
). But fighting caused us to fall out of sight of the Stukas and leaving me way up of Rook what ended with me loosing sight of him when trying to locate the bombers. Trying to meet near the target didn't work for us this time. All in all the mission ended for me with two spits on my six.
Name: Falcon
Rank: Gefreiter
Unit: 6./JG 26
Aircraft: Bf 109 E-3
Markings: Brown 16
Aerodrome: Crépon
Status: bailed out, rescued by friendly ASR
Victory Claims: Nil
Flying as Rook's wingman as part of the 2nd Schwarm. After he had to abort his takeoff I followed my Schwarmführer MarLeo until I could finally form up on Rook. Since the delay during takeoff we didn't make it to the rondezvous in time but joined the Stukas and their escort midchanel. There we got encountered with a Hurricane at ~5k and my leader ripping apart some parts before the Tommy stalled. Afterwards Rook could confirm me some MG hits on another Hurricane passing in front of me (finally hit something red
). But fighting caused us to fall out of sight of the Stukas and leaving me way up of Rook what ended with me loosing sight of him when trying to locate the bombers. Trying to meet near the target didn't work for us this time. All in all the mission ended for me with two spits on my six.
Turn like the devil, shoot straight from the sun
Climb like a monkey out of hell where I belong
Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Mission Date: 08-10-1940
Name: MarLeo
Rank: Uffz.
Unit: 6./JG26
Aircraft: Bf 109 E-3
Markings: 1 + -
Aerodrome: Crépon
Status:
The positioning device of the projectile discharge apparatus suffered a perpetual disintegration of the larboard stabilization contraption consequent to sideswiping the substructure of another leisurely maneuvering avian mechanism. Subsequently the aviatrix dropped out and connection has been lost since.
Name: MarLeo
Rank: Uffz.
Unit: 6./JG26
Aircraft: Bf 109 E-3
Markings: 1 + -
Aerodrome: Crépon
Status:
The positioning device of the projectile discharge apparatus suffered a perpetual disintegration of the larboard stabilization contraption consequent to sideswiping the substructure of another leisurely maneuvering avian mechanism. Subsequently the aviatrix dropped out and connection has been lost since.Valar f*ing morghulis. Valar dohaeris.
The all is one and the one is all.
The all is one and the one is all.
Re: Adlerangriff. Mission 30: 16th August
Date: 8/16/40
Name: Katt
Rank: Unterfeldwebel
Unit: 6./ZG76
A/C: BF110
Markings: M8AP
Aerodrome: LeHarve
Status: KIA
Based on orders from the Staffelkapitan I had turned to a heading of 165 attempting to exit the combat area when previously undetected damage cause engine #1 to lose power. I was losing altitude when set upon by a 501 Squadron Hurricane who hit my #2 engine causing a coolant leak. The aircraft stalled while I was attempting a crash landing, rolled inverted, hit the ground and exploded.
Name: Katt
Rank: Unterfeldwebel
Unit: 6./ZG76
A/C: BF110
Markings: M8AP
Aerodrome: LeHarve
Status: KIA
Based on orders from the Staffelkapitan I had turned to a heading of 165 attempting to exit the combat area when previously undetected damage cause engine #1 to lose power. I was losing altitude when set upon by a 501 Squadron Hurricane who hit my #2 engine causing a coolant leak. The aircraft stalled while I was attempting a crash landing, rolled inverted, hit the ground and exploded.
