The minute you took off, you knew when you got to the enemy
coast, there was going to be flak waiting for you. And all the
way to the target, if you flew over a flak town or a flak gun,
you were going to have it. You knew there was going to be the
worst flak in the world over the target. And see if you went to
the Ruhr, I think it was 26 cities in 60 miles. And they were,
they weren't individual, they classed it as one big area. And
you had to fly down through that or over Berlin anywhere. And
then you, on the way home, you knew you were going to get flak
or you were going to get flak when you cross the coast.
We went to a place called Emmerich. It was on the Rhine river
and it was a hurry up trip. And the, the intelligence guys
gotten word that there was a division, a full division of German
troops, were coming from the Russian front, up to the Western
front to stop the British and Americans. And they were due to
arrive in these two towns; one was called Emmerich and one was
called Cleves. If you remember the story of Anne of Cleve's in
history. And they would getting in there right around noon. So,
they figured if they hit them at one o'clock, they'd still catch
the troops in the trains. And so, so the daylight trip, and
daylight trips were always exciting. And as we crossed over the
Hague, we were hit by flak and that was not, not that bad. But
then, as we were running in on the target, remember the, it was
11 000 feet which was reasonably, very, quite, rather low for a
bomber command. But 11 000 feet because we wanted to hit the
trains and make sure not do as little damage to the town as
possible. So, at any rate, I was following this air craft, we
were on the run up and the bomb aimer's giving me the steady,
steady, left, left. So naturally, I'm just flying on instruments
and doing the best I can to give him a good run. Well a
Lancaster would be 250 feet in front of us, it just blew up,
boom! A huge fireball, well at 165 mile an hour, I had no
alternative to go through it. So, I fly through this fireball
and when I come out the other side, there's hundreds of little
flames, all over the front of the aircraft. What it was, was his
gasoline tanks exploded and the fuel was vaporised and these
little droplets of gas but they're all on fire. So, now the
whole front of the aircraft is on fire. And just at that time,
my mid-upper gunner called up and he said, "Skipper, there's
smoke coming out of the port wing." And I looked and it wasn't
smoke it was raw gasoline. The same shot or flak that destroyed
that aircraft had ripped our port wing open and there's 2 gas
tank, 3 gas tanks there and it had opened two of these gas
tanks. So we were in this, it would be about like a 6 inch
stream, it was, it was gasoline pouring out of there. Setting
the other part of the aircraft on fire. So, I held her straight
and level and so the flames wouldn't get the chance to bend
backwards. But see this gasoline...then this flame flickered out
with the wind and that, blew the flames out, and but we still
got this, this gasoline leak and that. At any rate, I remember
ordering the crew to put their parachutes on, because it was the
only time we ever did it, but. See as a pilot, I sat on my
parachute but they had theirs, it clipped on. And I thought if
this thing blows, they will have a chance. So, they put theirs
parachutes on. And I remember telling them, "If we get across
three rivers we're over the American lines." So we got across
the three rivers and we got back to base with no trouble. But
just as we landed, while we are running down the, still on the
runway taxing down, they called from the tower and of course
they always had the telescope on ya. They said, "Take her to the
graveyard." There was so much stuff hanging out
from beneath it then, that aircraft never flew again.