JV44’s “Papagei” Staffel only existed as an operational unit for a couple of weeks, but they live forever (whatever one may think of that…) in plastic. Here’s mine.
Seven hours, covering 1300NM over open ocean, limited fuel, one engine, enemy fighters; there were few missions more relentlessly hazardous, nor with so many different hazards to face.
If you read to the end, a sense of fatigue wouldn’t be unexpected. It will pale though when compared to the fatigue these men must have endured. I don’t know how they did it.
One Christmas my parents gave me Chaz Bowyer’s “The History of the RAF”. Within its pages is a captivating photo of a pilot resting on the ground, smiling. The pilot’s name was S/Ldr Ernest M. Mason DFC, known to all as “Imshi”. This is his story.
The little told story of the USAAF’s 5th ASR and how they rescued war weary P-47’s and in turn, rescued almost a thousand downed airmen in the North Sea and English Channel.
How does a squadron of trainee pilots return to base in the event bad weather when they don’t have radios in their aircraft? The recall bird goes up; here’s mine.
Two brothers, two Spitfires; Ft/Lt. John Yarra and his brother, P/O Robert Yarra from rural NSW and their No.453 Sqn. Spitfires.
What to do with a spare Spitfire?
This is the story of an aircraft the RAAF didn’t want to use and a model I didn’t want to finish.
Coastal Command’s war against the elements as well as the enemy as experienced by the RCAF’s No.404 “Buffalo” Squadron.