Dixie -> RE: OT: Once in a Lanctime (8/8/2014 7:36:36 PM)
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The guests of honour were approx. 100 RAF veterans, mostly Bomber Command, of whom several were awarded a long overdue Bomber Command clasp to their WW2 service medal. We had several come onto PA474 to reminisce and show their families where they sat etc. I can't remember them all, but a few stand out for various reasons. A Polish rear gunner who (despite how they were treated post war) was full of admiration for the Western Allies and their aid in fighting alongside Poland. He was also a member of the Guinea Pig club. It's easy to forget that these elderly gentlemen who often walk with difficulty were once young men in their late teens and early 20s who were not that different to us at their age. I was reminded of this by a former aircrew member who struggled over the Lancaster's notorious rear and main spars with difficulty. In the space between the spars on the Lanc is the rest bunk and as he passed he looked at it and then turned to me. Then he said he remembered the rest bunk well as he used to sneak young ladies up there to 'search foe Golden Rivet' [:D] [&o][&o] I also spent well over an hour chatting to a former WOp. He did a tour of operations with 50 Sqn flying from the base that was swallowed by the housing estate where I grew up. His pilot was future Marshall of the RAF Michael Beetham. He flew on the Nuremburg raid and 10(!) trips to Berlin including three in five nights. They came back on three engines on a fairly regular basis, once got bombed by another Lanc which they didn't realise until they got home and found a big hole and missing fuel tank. After another trip they landed and heard a strange rolling sound followed by a thunk from the rear of the aircraft. At first they thought a lorry had driven into them, but it turned out a hung-up 1000lb bomb had come loose and rolled down the bomb-bay! Sadly most of his crew was lost on a training sortie over the UK [:(] I've got a copy of his book, so it should be a great read! And even after 70 years he could spell my name quicker in Morse code than I code with the alphabet!
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