Germany had these, all around the coast, they had these heavy
gun sites and they were, they were well fortified. And the next
day, the Royal Marines were going to land on that particular
coast of Volcan Island. So, each squadron was assigned a gun.
So, there was only maybe 20 or so aircraft on the particular gun
but the theory was we'd hit all these guns. And it didn't do
much good because they slaughtered the marines the next day
anyway, because our... But at any rate, as we went, this
particular gun, we went this place called Domberg. And we were
going in, the aircraft ahead of us had blown up so much sand and
dust. Incidentally, we were down to 4 000 feet on this trip. And
so my bomb aimer says, "Skipper, I can't, I can't see anything."
he says, "Can you go around again?" and I shouldn't have done
that, I made my next mistake, I said, "Yup." So instead of going
through it and dropping the bomb somewhere, I turned back and
went out to sea. Now, we came back, it was a perfect clear run
and he, he got right on the target. And we got a beautiful
picture which was blown up. Every raid, they take one picture
and send it down to what they call group. And that picture was
taken for that time. So anyway, just as we were going over the
target, my mid-upper gunner again hollered out, "Skipper, can I
open and fire on a flak gun?" Now by this time we were down
to 1,200 feet and a German flak gun can pick you out of the sky
at 20, 000 feet. So at 1, 200 feet, so I remember saying, "Hell
yes!" And so he opened up and of course, I can't see this, I'm
flying, looking ahead but the wireless operator said that Bill,
this 18 year old kid is, saw his bullets hit the sand you see and
then straight across the gun and sparks fly off the gun which
wouldn't hurt or anything. But the crew got out of there and
back at the briefing, the old commanding officer, asked this
young kid, he said "What did the crew do in this?" He said,
"They jumped up and ran like sons of guns!" And so that was,
that part was fine. So we got away from that but just as I'm
turning and remember now the other aircraft had gone home cause
I had gone back out and I'm five minutes behind him. Just as I'm
turning and about to go out to sea, the mid-upper gunner
hollers, "There's 12 Focke-Wulfs coming in." but I remember my
knees just turned to water because 1 Focke-Wulf and you're down
but 12, ah, what the hell. Then, the mid-upper gunner, the other
one he said, "Hal, those aren't Focke-Wulfs, those are
Typhoons." A Typhoon and a Focke-Wulf look so much alike but the
Typhoons are Canadian. So they flew along side of us, but of
course, they couldn't fly as slow as we did. But they made rude
gestures and that. But that, again, I'm all shook up. And this,
this is on a trip that was supposed to be a tea trip. So now,
we're flying back over and there's heavy cloud over the North
Sea. And I was flying in and out of the clouds. And I flew into
this one cloud and it must have been the grand daddy of all
cumulus nimbus because immediately, it iced up. And I've never
seen, experienced ice like it. See, there's two kinds of ice.
There's rime icing which builds up gradually and you don't like
it, then there's what they call fast icing. And the aerials grew
from being like this to, they seemed to grow like baseball bats.
And all 4 engines cut out and they were going, those Roll-Royce
Merlins, the most beautiful engine, that lovely sound. And they
were going like, "Pock, pock, pock, pock, pock." and they
couldn't get any, they were iced up. And all my instruments were
going like this and the aircraft was... and so, I put the nose
down and even so, I couldn't, I could just keep her above the
stalling speed, there was so much ice on her. And, and we were
out over the North Sea and within minutes, we were going to be
in it. And but luckily, when we came out of the bottom, the base
of the clouds, was about at 1,700 feet and it was raining hard
and the ice started to chap off. It had come off, bang, bang,
bang, boom! Hitting the aircraft but the most beautiful song you
ever heard. Than those old Roll-Royce pick up and going, "Pock,
pock, pock, pock." and now they're, "Rrrrrr." and that, that was
one of the closest calls we had and yet it was on a trip that we
thought well, two and a half hours and we will be back for tea.
So, you never knew went you were going to get in trouble.