In the early ’60s I worked for a road surfacing contractor and did several minor jobs for Walter Lawrence Ltd who were the base maintenance contractors. We also worked on most bases in East Anglia and I had a permanent pass to 81st TFW on the twin bases of Woodbridge and Bentwaters.
Wethersfield was a most relaxed place compared to them, and I well remember having driven up to the dead runway which was used as a dispersal for the F100s, to do some measuring up of work we had done. After a while I had a visit from some very suspicious Air Force police waving the weaponry about as was their custom. Just waving my 81st TFW pass at them had “Yes Sir No Sir” all round and ” carry on Sir” and they left me in peace.
Happy days
Condolences, really bad news
I had never thought about this before as I always considered the sensation I felt was due to recoil, but Jay is quite possibly correct.
When we were upgraded to the Meteor NF I was dissappointed when we went air firing that I could neither feel anything or see a puff of smoke, the guns were shielded from us by the engine nacelles. One could just hear the bangs, there just wasn’t the buck.
In the Mosquito the 4 20mms were in the fuselage immediately below the crew. Recoil was taken by a subframe below ones feet. While the pilot had his feet on the rudder pedals he didn’t feel it, but to the nav it felt that the thin plywood floor was being belted with a lump of wood.
I have just finished watching the BoB film which I happened to see by chance. But of course it brought the memories back. That horrible thump when a Me109 crashed into the hill in full view about 800 yards away as we were watching the dogfight from our front porch. The scream of aircraft in a terminal dive getting shriller as it came down trailing black smoke before the final thump and cloud of black smoke shooting up. The parachutes drifting down.
I consider myself very fortunate to have lived through that period and to have witnessed what I did. Yes there were some frightening moments but mostly very exciting, don’t forget that I was 8. Somebody once asked me if it seemed unusual to me, but I said that that was life at the time and I knew no different so it was normal life as far as I was concerned.
We had things in the village that a lad could only dream of today. German aircraft that had come down in the area were collected in an old yard across the road, no doubt so they could be examined. We had soldiers in the village who manned the old 12inch naval guns which were mounted on railway units to be used on the German invaders if they tried. We had great fun lining ourselves up with these guns when they were test fired in order that we could hear the shells pass over us. Scrounge cigarettes from the soldiers, etc, etc etc.
Another hero. One of the parachutes I watched as an 8 year old as he bailed out from his Hurricane over Elham in 1940.
When are we going to get some politicians with the guts to dish out proper punishments and slap down the dogooders, not forgetting the grasping lawyers.
Our wonderful politicians stand back and allow this sort of thing to happen, but keep on paying out to the wasters and scroungers.
they should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves.
A real hero
Another daft memory from the early 1950s of course is that, while air to ground firing on the range at Shallufa in the Suez Canal Zone, watching women and children rushing about under the aircraft as we fired and picking up the cases as they fell. Valuable brass which could be used for all sorts of domestic and commercial purposes by people who lived in abject poverty.
I was 7 in 1939 and from then on an avid collector of aviation related crap. I left home in 1948 and a few years ago met the current owners of our house. They were puzzled in that they had dug up in the garden a real mixture of stuff, including both British, German and American cases, but I explained they most likely came from where my mother had disposed of my junk.
Signed
We must not forget that Poland itself was moved west because of the war! I know of Poles who were not able to go home because their old homes were in what is now Ukraine. And part of pre-war Germany became Poland after the war.
A name leapt out at me at the head of the second column on the first page……..W N Hanna Admiralty.
Who he????