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An Eventful Cross-Atlantic Flight

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An Eventful Cross-Atlantic Flight

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Somebody stole the nylon out of my gauntlets and that got a little cool on the hands. Especially when we had to go up to 19,000 feet to get away from weather. And we had two oxygen masks. You wore one and after it iced, we had no heaters, after it iced up a bit, you reached underneath and took the other one. You sat on it to keep one warm. Half way across the engines quit and we had a gas, all we were was a flying gas tank. The bomb bay was gas tanks. In the cabin, behind me as a radio operator, was a tank. The same as you have a tank, your furnace in the basement. The same size, gas. At my feet were controls to turn off number one, turn on number two. This chap didn't wear flying clothes. He asked me, I wondered what I was getting into when I met him in his office in Montreal. He wanted to know if I wore long underwear. I thought, "My, my what am I getting into here?" I found out, he didn't wear flying clothes, business suit and a top coat. And when it got a little cool he had a helmet that didn't fit. So he'd put up one thumb, and number two, turn on number two. Thumb down, turn off number one. I did. All of a sudden everything got awful quiet. It was pretty noisy before that. Then we start, I was looking at the clock as we called it, I think it was getting up to 300 and some miles an hour and we were going straight down and I can't swim a stroke. We were half way across the Atlantic. The next thing I know, there was a hand with the longest fingers I ever saw, and it's like your car where the console is down here, and you just reached around and turn this lever, or you turn this control. He had forgot to turn that when I turned the gas off. It was an awful great roar and back up we went. And he turned around at me and his face was the colour of the paper, I don't know what colour mine was, probably green. So we landed okay.
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Many things went wrong during Mr. Doiron's overseas flight to Prestwick, Scotland, but he notes that things could have been worse.

Leonard Doiron

Mr. Doiron was born in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island on January 21st 1923. His father worked in wholesale and retail until he was injured and opened his own shoe repair shop. Mr. Doiron joined the Air Force on February 15th 1941 where he began his training in Chatham, New Brunswick. In June 1941 he was sent to Initial Training School in Victoriaville, Québec. Mr. Doiron was part of the top 10 aspiring pilots and was picked to become one. He was later sent back to Chatham where he was washed out for inconsistent flying. The RAFFC (Royal Air Force Ferry Command) noticed his Morse code abilities and had him transferred to Dorval, Québec. He was then stationed in Bournemouth, England. He did his Operational Training in Northern Ireland where he was assigned to a Wellington air plane crew. He flew many missions over the Gulf of Toranto (Italy) - about 300 hours of Operational Flying Time and was promoted to Warrant Officer Class 1. He then went to Cairo, Egypt and to Palestine for a short time before being sent back home on the Louis Pasteur. Mr. Doiron retired from the service in the 1970's.

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Medium:
Video
Owner:
Veterans Affairs Canada
Duration:
02:49
Person Interviewed:
Leonard Doiron
War, Conflict or Mission:
Second World War
Location/Theatre:
Atlantic Ocean
Branch:
Air Force
Units/Ship:
Royal Air Force Ferry Command (RAFFC)
Rank:
Sergeant
Occupation:
Radio Operator

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