Tuesday, 13 April 2010

153 Sqn. 9th/ 10th April 1945 - Keil/Plauen


Continuing the story of my late Dad's Lancaster Squadron From Jan 45 to the end of hostilities in May. For info, the story starts here


For 153 Sqn at Scampton, April 9th saw the arrival of Wing Commander Guy F Rodney, DFC, AFC to take over command of the squadron as replacement after the tragic loss of Wing-Co Powley. He had already completed two operational tours on bombers. Like his predecessor, he was a Canadian holding a regular commission in the RAF. One of his first tasks was to conduct a briefing of 17 crews (8 flying on their first operation) for an attack on Kiel that same night.

Kiel naval base faced the Baltic Sea. It housed three major shipyards as well as the Deutsche-Werk U- boat construction complex. With deep-water channels and easy access to the North Sea via the Kiel canal, it represented the last bastion of German naval power. Conditions favoured the attackers - clear visibility enabled positive identification of both the primary and secondary target areas, enabling crews to carry out the Master Bomber's orders efficiently and accurately. The major targets were extensively damaged, as were the battle cruisers 'Emden' and 'Admiral Hipper' - their sister ship 'Admiral Scheer' was hit and capsized. The Luftwaffe created a celestial 'flarepath' (a system of marking with aerial flares, either side of the approaching bomber stream, to enable fighters lurking in the darkness outside the flarepath to swoop in to mount beam attacks against any bomber silhouetted by the opposite line of flares - and to be gone again before the Air Gunners could pick them up). Fortunately, no back-up fighters appeared.


Emden damaged in Keil harbour 1946


 On April 10th, the target selected was the town of Plauen, which lay to the southwest of Zwickau, about 20 miles from the Czechoslovakian border. Although not code-named as such, it could well have formed part of the "Operation Thunderclap" Russian offensive support programme, since the primary target was the rail marshalling yard. With the advancing Russians still 100 miles away, the squadron contributed 15 aircraft,who despite some haze blurring the T/Is over the target, were able to make a concentrated and accurate attack-aptly described by bomb aimer F/Sgt Norman Fenerty, flying in RA 582 (P4-2ndL) piloted by fellow Canadian F/O Vernon Martin, as a "good prang" - Yes, they really did use language like that!

Plauen is home to two unique architectural features; the 2nd largest brick built bridge in the world and the Friedensbrücke - largest stone arch bridge in the world. As far as I can find, neither of these structure were significantly damaged in the raid.

Friedensbrücke, Plauen

Photo of W/C Rodney courtesy of Frank Powley {W/C Powleys nephew}

Sunday, 11 April 2010

Icons of the Air............

The Avro Lancaster

The Lancaster is one of the icons of British aviation. Along with the Spitfire and possibly the Hurricane, it's known to every boy of my generation and the one before at the very least. It's burned into the consciousness of the nation as one of the key aircraft of the second world war.  Like the Spitfire, with whom it shares it's power supply, just the sound of it's Rolls-Royce Merlin engines even now, sixty five years after the end of the war, can bring tears of nostalgia and evoke sentimental lumps in the throats of grown men.

Don't believe me?

Then go to any airshow where the Battle Of Britain Memorial flight makes an appearance and take a look at the reaction of the crowds. Their status is burned in the national psyche and the history of WWII, their names synonymous with courage and fighting spirit in the air.

And it's not just old airmen who react that way.  It's a  {certainly now declining}  number of people who remember those times when dozens, hundreds even of those aircraft laden with brave men and terrible cargo lumbered into the air, engines straining, to carry the war to Hitler and Nazi Germany night after night, day after day, week after week and month after month. Perhaps they were too young to fight, but  looked up at the sound from school desk, farm yard or city street. Perhaps they heard the sound as they fell asleep at night or as they woke in the morning to start their daily routine. Some perhaps remember  childhood stories told by older relatives, tales of wartime Britain in those dark old days of long ago.

If the sound of one old aeroplane can make people feel like that all these years later, how must have swarms of hundreds of them sounded?  For those on the flight paths across the country as these flying beasts gathered, did ears pound, chests vibrate?  Did walls shake and windows rattle as they heaved themselves higher in the skies and faded in the distance.  Reassurance to country folk?  Comfort to Londoners in return for what was done to them?  Relief to soldiers and those living in occupied countries, to those in POW  and concentration camps perhaps?  A very real sign that the fight was definitely not over?

It's amazing with the wisdom of hindsight to think that for all it's iconic status now, the Avro Lancaster  was very nearly  consigned to the bin of aviation history as an unworkable design, an impractical solution and an irredeemable project. That it survived and prospered was down to one man; its designer Roy Chadwick. That it's potential was recognised and devastatingly fulfilled was down to another; air Chief Marshall Sir Arthur {Bomber} Harris. Neither are well known to the general public these days, although one is much more likely to be reviled, if recognised at all, as the architect of the bombing of German towns and cities and the destroyer of Hamburg, Cologne and Dresden, among many more, along with large parts of their civilian populations. Both shared singular vision and dogged self belief which allowed them to overcome or ignore any criticisms. 
Roy Chadwick.

Roy Chadwick was chief designer for A.V. Roe, one of the best known aircraft manufacturers of the time. The company was responsible for the design and production of aircraft such as the Avro Anson which was widely used by RAf - 26 sqns at start of WWII - and especially for training bomber crews on two engine machines before moving on to 4 engines. Ultimately what he created in the Lancaster was the perfect design for the technology of the day. For all its size, the Lancaster was surprisingly maneuverable, and was even compared to the Spitfire by those who flew it.

Michael Maltin, pilot with 550 Sqn said,

"You used to treat that aircraft like a Spitfire. You couldn't break that aircraft. The more you threw it about and made the crew sick, the more they liked it. The Lancaster was magnificent."

Pilots likened the feel and handling to a nimble fighter plane and the crews responded by their feelings of confidence in the Lancaster's ability to withstand combat damage and to be pushed beyond recognised limits with impunity when the situation demanded it. It was an incredibly sturdy aircraft, able to withstand enormous stresses when put into evasive maneuvers and yet was powerful enough and responsive enough to be flown in a victory roll as proven by the chief test pilot for Avro who would do this as his party trick. It must have been quite something to see.

Another similarity with the Spitfire is that it developed from something less than perfect; the first  design of Reginald J. Mitchells world beating fighter was described as 'a dogs breakfast',  but like the lancaster, from something less than mediocre came something incredible. In the case of the Lancaster, even more so as it would not have been built at all if not for Chadwick. Unusual even for those days, the design for the Lancaster was Chadwicks alone, it's first incarnation, known as the 'Avro Manchester' with it's two unreliable and poorly performing engines was seen by the air ministry as a disaster. They were keen to have Avro switch production to the established Handley Page Halifax, and yet Chadwick was able to convince the managing director of Avro so completely that the same design with bigger wings, carrying 4 better engines would be something incredible, that Avro resisted that pressure and began production of the Lancaster without a contract and without the support of the Air Ministry who gave them no instruction to develop the ill fated Manchester further. It was to all intents and purposes a private venture, putting the future of the company at risk. And yet, Chadwick and Dobson, the company MD, were not only able to continue in the face of lack of support, if not open hostility from the Air Ministry, but to overcome their resistance with the sheer brilliance of his design and to quickly win the support of those who flew it and saw it in demonstrations and trials. Changing the opinion of an entrenched Government view was no easier then than today, and to do so in a wartime situation must have taken energy and self belief of incredible proportions.

Chadwick, who also designed one of the post war icons of British aviation, the 'Vulcan' bomber, was tragically killed in 1947,  on take off on a test flight for another of his designs. Thrown from the aircraft 60 yards through the air he hit a tree and sustained fatal  injuries, ironically the same fate of many wartime aircrew who flew in Lancasters. He was just 54.

Who knows what other incredible aviation designs might have come from his pen.

One other man who saw the potential of the Lancaster design very quickly and who's support was instrumental in the future development of the aircraft was Arthur {bomber} Harris, who identified and shared Chadwick's conviction of the potential of this new and improved 'Manchester', ensuring that effectively, all other bombers would become obsolete and production of the Lancaster would become the most important activity in British aircraft manufacture once the battle of Britain had been won.

Harris was named the commander-in-chief of Bomber Command in February 1942. In this role, he executed Prime Minister Winston Churchill's directives to bomb German cities unrestrained. Developing new tactics, Harris' Bomber Command launched massive raids which, without the kind of technology that prevents such things in modern warfare, destroyed large portions of German urban areas and killed and displaced hundreds of thousands of civilians as well as damaged the Nazi war machine. A controversial figure after the war due to the severity of Bomber Command's final raids and his absolute belief that it was right and necessary to destroy civilian as well as military targets, Harris was beloved by his men - even though they called him 'Butch' in recognition of his stubborn determination, self belief, and in recognition of his preparedness to sustain horrific casualty rates within his men to achieve his aims.

Harris, given the instruction to carry the war to Germany 'without restriction' by Winston Churchill, resisted any and all attempts to move away from 'area bombing' - the complete destruction of wide sections of towns and cities. In any event, in  the early part of the war, the ability to attack with pinpoint accuracy did not exist, even in daylight, and the vulnerability of the bombers to attack had forced the RAF to move to mainly night time attacks, making accuracy even more difficult. Although implacable in pushing the attacks he also was acutely aware of the losses and vulnerability of his crews and, for example, frustrated by the Air Ministries lack of understanding and willingness to improve the rear gun turret to make it a better defensive weapon, personally instructed, and partially designed, an improved two gun turret variant which gave the rear gunners much more fire power and a better field of vision, even providing the manufacturer with funds to complete the task. All because he believed he was right. He was seen by many in RAF high Command as a law unto himself.

At the end of the war he was devastated when in his victory speech, the Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, carefully praised every section of the armed forces and RAF except Bomber command, who were never once mentioned. This was political maneuvering by Churchill to distance himself from the furore about the mass destruction of Dresden in particular where public sentiment had been whipped up by the reporting of statistics provided by Goebbles which later proved to be fantastically exaggerated. The destruction of Dresden, horrific though it was, was felt by Harris as simply part of the pursuing of 'total war' on an enemy who had shown little mercy in bombing cities across Europe in several years of aggression. He had, in any case, been instructed by Churchill and the Chiefs of Staff to have the city placed on the list of approved targets after the Yalta conference when Stalin had requested this in support of the Red Army offensive from the East.

When it became clear that, in a further snub, Bomber Command were not going to have a specific campaign medal struck to honour the extremely high losses and the critical part played in speeding the wars end, Harris wrote an extremely angry letter to Portal - chief of the Airforce - in which he stated that if his men's service and honourable sacrifice were not good enough to be recognised it would be his intention to refuse any offer of a  peerage as it would be unseemly for him to be honoured when aircrews were not. He said " it was an insult never to be forgotten,even if it is forgiven"

Promoted to Marshal of the Royal Air Force in 1946, he retired that September to write his memoirs. For the remainder of his life he defended Bomber Command's actions during the war stating that they were in line with the "total war" initiated by the Germans.

Despite protests from Germany as well as some in Britain,  the Bomber Harris Trust   (an RAF veterans' organisation formed to defend the good name of their commander)   erected a statue of him outside the RAF Church of St. Clement Danes, London in 1992.  It was unveiled by Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother who looked surprised when she was jeered by protesters. The line on the statue reads "The Nation owes them all an immense debt." The statue had to be kept under 24 hour guard for a period of months as it was often vandalised by protesters angry at a statue commemorating someone they believed was a war criminal.


During WWII 7,377 Lancasters were produced. After the end of WWII it would never be used offensively by the RAF again. The last true lancaster flew its final mission in 1955.

Post war, the Lancaster was modified and used as a highly effective coastal command aircraft in the guise of the 'Shackleton' and as such its iconic profile would continue to be seen for many years around the coasts of Great Britain and became familiar to me as a child. After 39 years service, the noisy but impressive Shackleton held the distinction of being the aircraft with the longest period of active RAF service, until overtaken by the English Electric Canberra in 1998..........

Thursday, 8 April 2010

Tag my Tenth Photo theme.......

Hullo ma wee blog,

Kat, who writes a blog I follow, tagged me with one of these odd challenges that seem to reverberate around the bloggosphere.  It was to go into my photo folders open up the first folder,  publish the tenth photo from the folder regardless of what it is and give a wee explanation of what the photo is all about,  and then nominate 5 more folk to do the same.  In effect, a chain letter/email. I can't stand those 'if you don't do this something really bad will happen to a loved one' kind of nonsense so they all go into the bin - even if this isn't that kind of  rubbish, being simply the sharing of random potentially entertaining, or interesting, information.

Not sure if I want to get into lots of these -  though I did post one of my own about favourite films a while back in a moment of weakness  - I was none the less intrigued to go and see what the photo would be. It turned out that it was of my Lovely G, who has asked me to make sure that there aren't any photos of her posted on the blog, so that ended the search and I just put it out of my mind.

Now, I don't know if,  like me,  things sometimes tick over in the back of your brain in an unwanted kind of way, but this stuck with me and, as I sometimes find variations on a theme {old musician, see} interesting,  I found myself idly checking out what the first photo of my tenth folder would be and lo and behold this wee thingy popped up.  It's appeared on the blog before in a post that was just photos a while back as it's one of those photo's which are in some ways important to you.


Taken while on holiday in The Langued'oc, France, summer 2007 in a lovely wee village called Minerve - think minervois wine and you'll be spot on even though it was originally named for the Roman god Minerve.  It's of the Cathar memorial, commemorating the execution of 140 men and women here in 1210 during the Albigensian Crusade, the only crusade to take place against fellow Christians. The Cathars had a simple if unorthodox view of Christ but most importantly denied the supremacy of the Pope and the need for Bishops and priests to intercede between man and God. They also held women as equals in the church. For these beliefs they were suppressed in the cruelest ways and much blood was spilt. The Cathars thrived in an enlightened environment prevailing in the Languedoc of the time, when poetry and the arts, education and scientific enquiry, along with protected freedom and tolerance for other religions was coming to the fore, and of course much of this was lost as a direct result of the crusade. It's an area of France, a story and a time in history that's fascinated me for many years.

In 1982 the massacre of the Cathars here was commemorated by the sculptor Jean-Luc Severac, who created this stone pierced through with the shape of a dove, symbol of peace, because ' the Cathars raised themselves above the material world.....so I made the dove, not out of stone, but out of light - the absence of matter is the only way to represent the Cathars.'

The memorial is simply inscribed 'Als Catars 1210' - 'To the Cathars, 1210' in Occitan, the language of the languedoc {which itself means "the language of yes" in Occitan} and is very moving in it's simplicity and it's message.

Rather than single out just five fellow bloggers to ask to develop the theme, if anyone would like to take up the theme of tag my tenth photo please do and let me know. Five blogs I know who often include interesting photos are below and I'd love to see what dropped out for the theme, but please feel free to ignore if this isn't your thing { and sorry to ask too, if this doesn't fit with your blog}.

CoastKid71  http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722983165386248189
Mornings Minion http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029
Eclecticism http://www.blogger.com/profile/15085052794021881781
Elizabeth Rhiannon is http://www.blogger.com/profile/07910474336835656519
Codlins and Cream2 http://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100

see you later.

Listening to Talking Heads 'Wild, Wild Life'

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

IT and Management.....



Hullo ma wee blog,

A man in a hot air balloon, realizing he was lost, reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended further and shouted to the lady "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am!"

The woman below replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You're between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."

"You must be in IT," said the balloonist.

"Actually I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you have told me is technically correct but I've no idea what to make of your information and the fact is I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help at all. If anything, you've delayed my trip."


"You must be in Management!" replied the woman.

"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"

"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you're going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you've no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my blooming fault..."

That sounds familiar somehow, doesn't it?

see you later.

Listening to Snow Patrol 'It's Beginning to Get to Me'

Sunday, 4 April 2010

153 Sqn. 4th April 1945 - Gardening/Lutzkendorf.


Wing Commander Frank Powley {centre} S/Leader John Gee {2nd right}
        photo courtesy of Frank Powley {W/C Powley's nephew}

Continuing the story of my late Dad's Lancaster Squadron to the end of hostilities in 1945.

On 4th April, 153 squadron were ordered to supply 5 aircraft for 'Gardening', as minelaying operations were known, and every other available machine for a 'maximum effort' night attack on the oil refinery at Leutzkendorf. Take-off by the 12 crews was timed to allow this long flight to be made in complete darkness. Cloud over the target was slight, allowing accurate marking and bombing although results were later assessed as only moderate. The attack was delivered from 12,500 feet; above the light flak barrage, and below the heavy flak busting at 15,000 feet! On all aircraft on the Lutzkendorf raid safely returning to Scampton, crews encountered a low cloud base with limited visibility hampering safe landing, but murky as it was, nothing could match the gloom pervading their debriefings, when told of the losses on the gardening ops

In the Kattegat there are very few deep-water channels suited to larger vessels, and these were well known to both contestants. Knowing just where the mines had to be dropped, enabled the Germans to vector their night-fighters to best effect. The islands of Laesó and Anholt housed air defence controllers and radar stations. Neutral Sweden, with no need to operate a black-out, lay to the east of the bomber's route; German fighters came up, hidden by the darkened background of occupied Denmark, to seek out the bombers which were silhouetted against the lights of Swedish towns. Clearly, the advantages lay with the defenders.

Gardening drops were conducted by individual attacks -albeit conforming to an overall design - without the cover that a bomber stream of many aircraft would provide, so  crews felt themselves cruelly exposed to any enemy action. The German defences were often augmented by the addition of naval and other gunships, which, with ability to fire predicted flak at these individual targets, proved to be very accurate. Given their mobility they could be encountered almost anywhere along the bomber's route.

3rd April - Samsó Belt, Southern Kattegat


Aware of the growing disquiet among the crews ordered to fly Gardening Operations, which he judged was having an insidious effect on Squadron morale, W/Co Powley put himself on the Battle Order for this attack, by captaining S/Ldr Gee's crew. In showing that he was prepared to share the dangers, he not only sought to inspire confidence but also demonstrated true leadership qualities. Arthur Allan recalls that at an earlier briefing, Francis Powley had said that "153 Squadron was going through a rough spell, but things would improve".  He was however apprehensive.  In his book "Wingspan", John Gee quotes W/Co Powley as saying "I have been worried about this operation for the past few days and I have a premonition about it.  If I had the guts I would take myself off the Order of Battle, but if I did I would never again be able to look the squadron in the face". These were fateful words.


Major Werner Husemann, 2nd left.

Patrolling the Samsó Belt that night in JU88 - Code Letter D5+AL - was Major Werner Husemann, the commander of I/NJG 3 (First Squadron, Night Fighter Unit #3), and a skilled night fighter with 30 plus kills to his credit. Over the designated drop area, although very dark, the sky was clear and visibility moderate. Flak was non-existent, leaving the path clear for the night-fighters. Major Husemann proceeded to destroy Lancasters RA 544 (P4-2ndU) flown by Wing Commander Powley and also NX 563 (P4-2ndR) flown by F/Lt Arthur Winder. (2ndU was on its first operational mission; 2ndR was on its fourth). Both aircraft are known to have crashed into the Kattegat. There were no survivors.

Airborne 1907 4th Apr '45 from Scampton for a mining operation in the Kattegat (Silverthorne Area). Lost without trace. All are commemorated on the Runnymede Memorial.

 F/L A.J.Winder KIA , Sgt G.E.Thomas KIA,  F/O L.C.Turner KIA , F/O E.O.Griffith KIA,  F/S J.B.Coffey KIA,  F/O A.S.Blake KIA,  Sgt I.A.Birrell KIA

 W/C F.S.Powley,  DFC, AFC, KIA,  Sgt C.F.Sadler KIA,  F/S L.G.Sims KIA,  F/S W.Higgins KIA,  W/O A.s.Dickson RAAF KIA,  F/S C.Madden KIA,  F/S R.Neal KIA.

 W/C Powley had been No.153 Sqdn Commander since taking up the appointment 7Oct44 when the Squadron was first formed. W/C Powley was a Canadian from Kelowna in British Colombia. He had joined the pre-war RAF on a Short Service Commission circa 1936. His Service number shows he was a contemporary of the legendary W/C Guy Gibson VC.


In his book 'Wingspan', S/Ldr John Gee relates how this particular operation repeatedly fluctuated between ON and OFF thereby underlining the precarious balance inherent in operational flying - had the operation not twice been 'scrubbed' W/Co Powley would not have been involved in it. Fate determined otherwise. { He initially put himself down for the op but had to remove himself when it was rescheduled he was on duty as deputy station commander, but then put himself back ON when this 2nd date was again cancelled}   Strangely enough, the crew of F/Lt Winder (also lost that night) were in an identical position. F/Lt Tobin recalled that he was originally selected to fly this operation, but when it was first ordered his navigator was suffering from ear trouble and was refused medical clearance to fly. Consequently, F/O Winder and crew were put ON instead, and remained there even after the ear trouble had cleared up.

Wing Commander Powley flew with S/L Gee's crew on several occasions - as a 'relief' for  S/L Gee, who having already completed one tour of 30 ops would have been on a 'reduced' second tour. This helped built up the crews ops totals but allowed Gee to remain with the crew across all of their first tour of ops. On this fateful night S/L Gee remained behind acting as Officer In Charge Of Flying. He remembered later.

"The five Lancasters took off and set out on their journey to the Kattegat. I was so worried {due to W/C Powleys premonition} I did not know where to put myself. The night seemed endless. As the time drew near for their return I went to Flying Control to hear them call up as they entered the circuit. Three of the lancaster turned up and landed but there was no sign of the other two. Wing Commander Powley and my crew in U for Uncle and F/Lt Arthur winder and his crew of R for Roger were missing. In one night I had lost my crew, my Squadron Commander and one of my Flight Lieutenants. I was absolutely distraught. I could not bear to speak to anyone. I went to bed but could not sleep. Bob Purves, who had flown on the op came into my room and tried to console me.

The next day I had the terrible task of having to write to the homes of all my crew and trying to console their parents. I was unable to say much about the operation but I knew they would all be wondering why their sons were missing when I was still at Scampton. I was so terribly sad to have lost my crew and my friend and station commander. The Squadron had been badly mauled"

It can be seen that Gardening operations were not welcomed by aircrew, who tried to stoically accept that they were more hazardous than other operations.  Many however dreaded the fact that flights were made almost entirely over water, and invariably in total darkness. Should the aircraft be shot down or seriously crippled, the chances of survival were so negligible as to be non-existent. To carry out a successful 'ditching' at night would require phenomenal luck for even the most highly-skilled pilot, and the prospect of a subsequent launching of the dinghy in total darkness into a hostile sea, heavily encumbered by full flying kit, did not bear thinking about. Over land, crews could take their chances with a parachute jump, over water, even if successful, this would result in certain death from exposure. As with sailors on Russian convoy duties, the survival time in northern waters during the winter months was unlikely to exceed two minutes. { My father, a keen fisherman, was in absolute dread of deep water for the rest of his life and confined himself to mainly river fishing. Even a loch could cause him deep anxiety and a choice of fishing solely from the bank rather than join us grey faced to fish from a boat.}

Given the shattering outcome of the night's activities, it was perhaps just as well for Squadron morale that there were no more Gardening Operations. The Squadron had mounted 34 effective sorties in sowing just 203 mines, but had suffered a beating in losing 27 of its most experienced aircrew including its well respected and popular Commanding Officer, together with 4 aircraft  (plus two more requiring extensive repairs).  No longer leading a crew, S/Ldr Gee was also posted out, creating further disruption in the Squadron's leadership structure and impact onto squadron morale at losing yet another respected officer.

Lacking any means to assess the effectiveness of their sea-mining operations and therefore to come to terms with their losses, it was undoubtedly a heavy price that the Squadron had paid.

The crews mourned their losses not knowing that the Squadrons final offensive mission was now less than four short weeks away.

Saturday, 3 April 2010

153 Sqn. 3rd April 1945 - Nordhausen.

Continuing the story of my late Dad's Lancaster Squadron to the end of hostilities in 1945.

Bombing up crew on the job

For 153 Squadron, the first week of April was also the last of the Squadron's nine most critical weeks during which operation frequency increased and resulting losses of men and machine took a heavy toll on morale within this relatively small squadron.  Also "turnover" of crews continued unabated as experienced crews completed their tours of the increased 36 op figure and were posted out accordingly.

On the ground, with the allied armies advancing swiftly eastwards, and the Russian army matching progress on the Eastern Front,  operational targets became fewer.  All the signs indicated the prospect of an early end to the war in Europe , but  German forces were making final and furious resistance, pushed back as they were, onto German soil.  There was still work for the RAF to be done to bring about a swift and satisfactory conclusion.

In the intervening weeks since the colossal attack on Dresden, due in part to the effectiveness of Josef Goebbels as minister of propaganda, and in part to some incredibly naive decisions by British censors on allowing his words to be printed in British newspapers, the public support for the area bombing campaign had tumbled away as the reported enormous civilian casualty figures sunk in.  Politicians  {even sir Winston Churchill, who had fully agreed with the campaign and had been involved in the decision to bomb Dresden} began to distance themselves from the potential stigma and for the first time the men themselves felt their role was being publicly questioned and privately undermined. The political arguments aside, the crews continued to press home the required operations to the best of their ability, although questions of morality would weigh heavily on some, tired as they were of the pressure they were under. Both 'A' and 'B' flights were affected by the arrival of a further 13 new crews and the departure of 11.  This meant that over the space of under 7 weeks, whilst losing 24 mainly very experienced crews, no fewer than 27 new crews had to be absorbed.

 By the end of April, the squadron was able to muster 40 crews - but only 5 of these had flown over 15 operations! The majority (24 crews) could claim less than 5. The dearth of experienced crews was matched by a lack of officers of Flight Lieutenant rank needed to provide suitable support as deputies for their Flight Commanders.The supply of replacement aircraft showed an improvement over previous months but the maximum available strength levelled off at 18.

On Sunday, 1st April 1945 there was a switch across the RAF from the use of MPH to knots. This offered few problems to the Navigators and Bob Aimers union, but needed re-thinking by pilots, who all had to put in a few practice take-offs and landings to accustom themselves to the use of lower IAS (Indicated Air Speed) instrument readings. Many faster than needed landings were noted in the early part of the month - old habits die hard!  The potential danger from even this relatively simple change was significant, if you take a moment to consider landing with a full bomb load at the incorrect higher speed, for instance due to an aborted raid or engine trouble etc.


Groundcrew - known as 'Erks'

 Somewhat less popular was the arrival of 625 Squadron from Kelstern to share in the use of RAF Scampton. For almost six months, 153 Squadron had enjoyed monopoly status at Scampton and the necessary preparations for this move resulted in many changes to their well - ordered routine. Several NCO's had to vacate their accommodation (often a misappropriated officers married quarter, cosily housing a whole crew) and move back to occupy shared barrack dormitories. In order to make room for any more senior members of the incoming squadron, some of the junior 153 Squadron officers were similarly required to move out of centrally heated mess rooms into rather less comfortable Officer's Mess facilities. Hangar and office space too had to be surrendered to house 625 Squadron personnel. The airfield facilities were parcelled out to allow dispersal plans to be used intelligently. There was no open hostility but few crew members were happy at the resultant feeling of overcrowding, be it in the mess halls, the bars, the ante-rooms, the cinema, the link trainer, the bus queues for Lincoln, and many other places (including the increased competition at Station dances!).

NORDHAUSEN

Immediately after lunch on 3rd April, ten aircraft set off to attack Nordhausen - a town in the Hartz mountain region, which was home to the scientists and workers engaged on production of secret weapons in the nearby underground tunnels; work previously carried out at Peenemunde. Over the Continent, including the target area, there was 10/10-cloud cover up to 10,000 feet. The Master bomber initially ordered crews to attack from 8,000 feet but soon realised this was useless and directed the force to drop from above the clouds, using all available navigational aids. No results could be observed. Despite a total absence of fighters or flak, it was generally held to be a wasted effort. (Post-war research found that the attack successfully destroyed the main target - understood to be a military barracks - but at the time it was, unfortunately, occupied by concentration camp prisoners and forced workers of all nationalities.)


   Note the potential proximity of aircraft during bombing

This attack was witnessed by the Station Commander, G/Capt. Lloyd flying as a passenger in NX 556(P4-3rdJ), piloted by F/O Les Taylor. He instructed the crew (who were on their 29th op) to ignore him and behave as they normally would. F/Sgt Arthur Allan recalled that the Groupie was quite polite and friendly, but much to the crew's relief did not ask to fly it and they were able to continue without any abnormality - an indication perhaps of how ingrained it became to have every aspect of an op replicate as exactly as possible all previous successful trips.


There were no Squadron losses on this sortie.

Friday, 2 April 2010

Chris Rea - Guitar Dancin'.....











Having spent the evening on Monday being entertained by Amy MacDonald, I had high expectations of being more than equally fulfilled last night when we went to see Chris Rea at the Festival Theatre. Actually, I was confidently on safe ground on that score, having seen Chris in concert six or seven times before and never yet been disappointed. I've loved his stuff since I was skinny and especially his blues and slide guitar work which mark him out as one of this country's best, and most under-rated musicians. He's always been pretty much low key here, certainly the media never gave him the kudos of some lesser contempories, and he never really gained the popularity he deserves.

Having picked up my Lovely G from work we headed up The Bridges and across the Royal Mile and on past The Festival Theatre, leaving the car parked in front of the Museum of Scotland in Chambers Street to meet a friend and have a pre show dinner at a small restaurant which came highly recommended last year by a newspaper critic. 'The Pink Olive' in West Nicolson St. is a small place of only about 20 tables tucked discretely away up a side street a couple of minutes walk from the theatre and we had managed to book ourselves the last table which was nice and cosy despite being close to the entrance door. It's rare these days where you can find real value for money without sacrificing quality, and at £11.75 for a THREE course pre show dinner, it's an absolute winner, so much so that our friend magnanimously offered to pay for dinner, and it's got to be value for money for a Scotsman to do that!!!

After a superb - I had the chicken followed by the vegetarian curry - and efficiently served meal we headed off in good time to catch the support act, Paul Casey, who was very good and could actually have been comfortably listened to for an entire performance with his quiet manner and superb acoustic set rolling easy on the ear across the audience. He also returned for the main show as part of Chris' backing band which I thought was a great compliment in both directions and really nice to see.

Chris started off bang on 8.30 and for the next two hours totally, completely and utterly controlled the whole place. It was simply mesmersing to listen to his guitar work as he joyfully extended each song with some superb  solo sections. The favourites were all there of course - 'Julia', 'Stansby Girls' and 'Road to Hell' among them as well as lots of the lesser known stuff. It's the sheer joy of the man in performance that captivates so well. Never a great one for dialogue with the audience, he sequed  seemlessly from one track to the next with a wide grin or a punch in the air to mark the move and he kept at us with those incredible riffs, on and on, developing, shaping, twisting and always returning to the matter at hand and happily, smilingly, guitar dancing, completely gone with the guitar and the moment. He had the whole place jumping by the end of the night. A joy to behold and for any guitar fan, bliss beyond belief. Thats a lot of praise for one man, but somehow doesn't do him justice in my eyes.

What a show. If  ever he's playing within reasonable distance I'll be there. An incredible live performer. Much better than as an album artist and that's probably why he remains such an open secret and why the waitress at dinner said,

"I think the whole restaurant is going to the Chris Rea concert tonight but I've never heard of him. Is he any good?"

Oh, my, yes. He's good all right.......

Very!

See you later.

Listening to The Move 'Flowers in the Rain'

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