And the battle of Normandy was still going and on our last flight
we flew this Whitley. And we were to take photographs of some
German anti-air craft guns. No, not anti-air craft guns, Howitzer
and these Howitzers were harassing the Canadians in Normandy
at the time. So this was upon the battlefield where the Canadians
were and we were supposed to go and take pictures at night of the
flashes of the guns, right. Turn around, come back, get the films
developed by someone second taff and then the second taff would
go in the next day, second tactical air force would go in the
next morning and shoot the hell out of these gun emplacements,
all these gun batteries. Well, nobody had told us that they'd
switched the Howitzer's to 88's. Well the 88 is an anti-tank gun,
an anti-aircraft gun, it's a Howitzer, it's everything
you would ever want it to be. And so we get there, we could see
the guns firing over to the Canadian side and the bomb-aimer
starts up with his lovely Cockney accent, with a, "Ten, nine,
eight," you know, and you go right down... photograph's gone.
You know, you had ten seconds to run this film and take
so many shots. So he gots to ten, nine, eight...
and I yells out, "Port engine's on fire!" And oh, the flames
were coming back from this thing, and the plane
was shaking and rattling and rolling and the skipper said,
"Is it bad?" I said, "It's real bad!" Something like that.
And I spun the gun turret the other way and just as I
spun the other turret, the shell blew up in the other
engine. Exploded right underneath the air craft,
of course we tip up and we're wobbling and we're in a mess.
And so he got it turned around somehow, we were at
ten thousand feet and he got it turned around.
We started back home and then he shut off one engine and
killed the flames, then flew for a few minutes, shot that
one back on and shut the other one off. And went backwards
and forwards, backwards and forwards all the way back...
until we were crossing the coast of England and at that time we
were down pretty low and the skipper suggested we bail out, and
of course mouthy one here says, "Yeah it'll be cold down there
in the water though, and who's going to find us in the dark?"
Well, we'll hang on a few minutes. So fine, in this time I had
gone and sat in the crash position and Reg, my other buddy,
was in the turret. Because we were only two gunners, there were
two gunners but only one turret at the back, right? We didn't
have mid-upper turrets at that time, on Whitleys. So anyway,
I was sitting in the crash position and we called up Darky, as we
hit the coast and Darky came on immediately and you just call
"Darky, darky, darky," on a special line and he came on
immediately. And they said, "Your position is 9 miles from the
drome, the emergency drome and we'll put the lights on."
And the skipper said, "Oh, I see the lights, I see the lights!"
And just then, the plane just went like that, shing... straight
down... and I said goodbye to everybody. That was quite an
experience. Like going down a high-speed elevator. And apparently
what happened then was, the bomb-aimer was beside the pilot and
he moved over behind the pilot and got his hands in the straps,
on the pilot's harness and started pulling back and the navigator
hooked around a post and got his hand into the parachute harness
of the bomb aimer and the wireless operator was hanging onto
the bomb aimer, alright? And at the last minute, the plane came
up enough that we flattened out across an orchard and we went
right through the orchard, distributing apples all over the place
and as we went across, it slowed down the air plane and of course
the trees broke off the wings and the engines and everything and
then the fuselage just tipped down, hit the ground, snapped in
two, the rear end stayed in the ground, tilted back into an apple
tree, and the rear-gunner's up in the turret, in the apple tree,
and the front went, took off again and went over the top of the
orchard hedge and landed across the roadway. You could walk
underneath it, because of the embankments, but the plane was
sitting across the roadway and the smell of gasoline was all over
the place, of course. I wasn't in the air plane, all the others
were, I wasn't. I got thrown out sideways, which probably saved
my life anyway. I was in exactly the point where the plane split
in two. And I went out sideways and I landed in a ditch full of
water. And those ditches in England, in those countries are used
for all kinds of things and it was full of water and apparently
I landed in there. And I was floating when they found me because
I had the Mae West on. And the rest of the crew, the bomb aimer
went over top of the pilot and went halfway through the
windshield, they had to pull him out of that. Skipper broke his
nose and cuts on the face. The wireless operator hit the radio,
and the sextant, in the astrodome, came down and flattened the
navigator. We were a mess. And Reg of course had cuts and bruises
back in the back turret and he's shouting, "Help!" And he thought
the place was on fire, he could hear, he could hear fire and
what it was, was rescuers in the leaves trying to find,
trying to find the plane. Apparently there were a
lot of leaves, he said it sounded just like crackling.
He said, "I was petrified." But they did manage to get him out.