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One of the Unsung ‘Few’.

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One of the Unsung 'Few' When my grand father died, his personal effects were left within the possession of my father which was all placed in a safe compartment in the attic. One day in the attic, I came across a rather strange diary belonging to my grandfather. Casually, yet curiously, I took a glance into the context and was drawn upon a familiar date with which my grandfather had always acknowledged to have been one of the proudest days of his life. The entry for that day was named by the date of the day: 16th of August 1940 and began with the very line of 'It was a very bright day; in fact, a brilliant day for German bombing if I do say so myself.' He revealed that he was stationed at Manston and that it was his very 'first posting' after graduating from air training. It would also be his first 'sortie' against the Hums. All the fellow pilots were sitting apprehensively. For someone only new to the scenario, Grandpa was already feeling the aura of angst around the camp which could also be depicted from the many pale looking faces of the pilots as they sat, smoking, sleeping and even praying. ...read more.

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I just felt a primitive urge to chase and to kill. The Hun flew straight for a while and then turned gently onto his back. After a short burst of about four seconds, I stopped firing and as I did so, I saw sunlit pieces of shattered Perspex spiralling aft like a shower of tracer. The Hun slewed slightly while on his back, his nose dropped and he dived beneath out of my sight, going straight down. I began returning home alone at 18,000 feet, weaving hard and losing height gradually to keep my speed up. Suddenly, two Me 109's passed 1000 feet above me and slightly to the left, going the opposite way. I was then at 13,000 feet. I climbed into the sun, intending to beat these two up as soon as I was alone, but I soon ascertained just the opposite and immediately became the centre of a large gaggle consisting of nine or ten Me and one spitfire. I don't remember feeling frightened; only highly interested and thoroughly keyed up. I took a lot of evasive action and the Huns did a lot of inaccurate shooting till it began to look as though I could float about all afternoon without being hit. ...read more.

Conclusion

We had been attacked by another unseen bunch of Me 110s. After shaking the bleeder of my tail, I managed to get some fairly close but ineffective deflection shots into him, but he used his extra speed and dropped clean away, down out of range leaving me with plenty of others to contend with I turned quickly diving on one and gave him a burst. Nothing happened. Presumably, I thought I had missed him but the noise of my 8 guns gave me confidence. I gave the second Me 109 a burst and whoopee. A sudden burst of brilliant flame, a cloud of smoke and vast piece flew off and down he went; but there was not time to watch because there was something behind me shooting. I turned to the right and saw a Me 109 go past which vicious yellow nose and the large black crosses on the fuselage. While attacking the formation, I was frightened and excited but once it had left the others, I began to experience the most wonderful and jubilant excitement imaginable. I took a joyful pleasure in the thought that I had made it leave the formation, and all I wanted to do was close it and kill. ...read more.

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