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264 Squadron News

May 2016 We Defy www.264squadron.co.uk Issue 2/16

Editors Note: It is a sad fact that since the last Edition of the Squadron News we have lost another member. Alan Cook and his wife joined us as associate members and I was im-pressed by Alan’s strength of character. He always ap-peared cheerful although having recently having a seri-ous stroke which he, with the help of Sylvia was fighting. Sadly he passed away at the end of the year. Our heart-felt sympathy goes out to Sylvia at this time. My ‘All in One’ printer packed up and I couldn’t scan the Desmond Hughes article to the Squadron News and had to copy it out long-hand, it took all morning, what a nui-sance (says he being very polite!) . Peter and Lindsay Wright spent a couple of months in India and arrived back around the 18th January totally knackered (a technical term), be interesting if I can squeeze an article out of them!

Medical Report: Meg Fensome It is with regret I have to report the passing of Terry Fen-some’s wife Meg:. I was privileged to have been sent some of the comments from people who she had had contact with and befriended. There were hundreds and they all spoke of a kind, understanding and friendly lady. Out thoughts are with Terry at this sad time. Brian and Pauline Long: It was really disappointing to hear that Pauline and Brian Long have had to pull out of the reunion. Brian has had a new knee but whilst visiting him in hospital, Pauline tripped and fell, breaking her jaw and teeth. It is taking a year to heal so she has serious problems. Our thoughts are with them to. Peter Wright & Lindsay: Peter has got some health problems which is restricting some of his activities quite seriously, but he is fighting it. Lindsay also fights her disabilities with grim determina-tion. Bill Griffeths Bill Griffiths had been hospitalised with shingles for sev-eral weeks, something I can sympathise with, having just got over my third attack (Yes you can get it more than once and its damned painful!) Me: Still awaiting my throat operation (9 months now!) and struggling with a sliiped disc apart from that I’m perfect!

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Editor: Geoff Faulkner, 8 Rosamond Avenue, Shipton Gorge, Bridport, Dorset DT6 4LN. 01308 897275 Email: [email protected]

Reunion: and a GRIPE! Well despite highlighting the fact I needed answer pdq in the January edition as to confirmation of those who had expressed interest in the reunion, I had about two replies and once more had to chase people up with phone or email. This job can be frustrating enough answering peoples enquir-ies, trying to find things of interest without dou-bling up on the efforts. May I PLEASE ask you to respond when asked. The same thing happened regarding the menus, so please try and help me a bit!, you are a difficult lot! Reunions: Over the last few years, I have said that this would be the last reunion and still we carried on. I have to say I was reluctant to stop them as it is so rewarding to meet up with old friends and make new ones. However, because of age, travelling distance and sickness I think we may have to consider this June, the last one. It is getting increasingly more difficult to travel long distances and even more difficult to plan 6 months ahead to book a hotel. As a suggestion, why don’t we try to do a North-ern and Southern reunion, so that we can keep the Association going. If someone could organise one say in Leeds for the Northern sector and the Southern one could be Bristol or nearer London. I suppose I’m being silly asking, but it would be nice to get your reactions. Maybe we could dis-cuss it at June’s Reunion. Could you give it some thought please.

A word of warning Screwed! Yes I was conned over both of my computers the other week and being told they were from my server, let them into both of the computers. After 1½ hours, and feeling very frus-trated, I asked how much longer it would take, only to be told that if I gave them my credit card details for a £300 charge then it would be OK. Well I know I’m stupid, but not THAT stupid and told him to get lost. He replied “Then you’ll not be able to use your computer again!” He was right and I have had to seek expert help costing over a £100 and I have lost a lot of valuable information over 16 years, so be warned and trust nobody!

Some 5 years ago, the French Government issued a statement to the effect that any Serviceman who had fought to free France from the Nazis was entitled to the Croix de Guerre. I contacted all those in the Squad-ron Association who I thought might be entitled. I think there were three and I’m pleased to say that we man-aged to get at least one for Peter de Leighton-Brooke and I think Peter Lee. I think there was another but they didn’t let me know the outcome of the application. Someone kindly sent me this cutting and I am pleased and proud to add it to the Squadron News.

Note: Frank made it to the D Day celebrations in France 2 years ago. This was quite an achievement for a man of his age. So he obviously lives up to the Squadron Motto of “We-Defy” in re-spect to his attitude to age, well done Frank, we con-gratulate you.

My grateful thanks also to Ray Jennings for taking the trouble to send it to us from Northern Ireland. [email protected]

A nice picture of our Squadron, that I don’t remember seeing before. The Internet is a wonderful place to research.

Defiants in Flight

More News on our March !

Her Majesty’s Band of the Royal Marines, have taken Adam Glynn’s Composition for Brass Band of our March, “We-Defy, and with Adam’s total agreement, their bandmaster, WO1 Band-master I Hutchinson RM has arranged it for military band with great effect. I am hoping that it might be included in any new recordings the band makes and of course I will let you know. I don’t think we could have done better on the first recording of the march than by the Yeovil Town Band and we certainly couldn’t have done better than have the premier military band namely the H M Royal Marines with their world wide reputation to arrange and play it.

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Continuing Desmond Hughes Story:

We had a light-hearted celebratory lunch with the parents and then set off on our honey-

moon-proper - all five days of it at the Crown Hotel at Lyndhurst in the New Forest. With

the help of the full tank which John Hallett had supplied and my own ration of aircrew pet-

rol coupons, we managed to explore the New Forest and Bournemouth which was all new

territory for me.

In our wanderings we came across a house with dog kennels sporting

a notice that cocker spaniels were for sale. We asked for a look around and

immediately fell under the spell of a little blue-roan fellow with ears which went

round his nose with two inches to spare. He was beautifully marked and wriggled all

over the place, little tail madly wagging when we picked him up. That was that - he

just had to be ours' so two crisp £5 notes were handed over and off we went with this

little creature balanced on my hand and forearm. Back at the hotel we made a basket

for him by putting a spare blanket in the open bottom drawer of the clothes chest in

the bedroom. The drawer was too deep for him to climb out so he was pretty safe in

there but he was so young that he needed feeding frequently - our honeymoon nights

were far from restful!

Our five days in Lyndhurst passed far too quickly and we had to make our way back

to Kent. Our first few days 'living out' were spent at what had become the 264 pub-

the 'George and Dragon' at Ightham. This was run by a splendidly bizarre mother

and daughter, May and Dora. May, we said, looked like a duchess and sounded like a

fishwife; Dora, with bleached blonde hair and a marked cast to one eye, looked like a

fishwife but sounded like a duchess! They were very kind to all of us and tolerated

some uproarious after-hours parties, clearly being on the best terms with the village

bobby who was occasionally to be seen in the back parlour joining in the revels on

pints supplied by us.

Through Eric Barwell, a Dunkirk veteran and older than most of us by at least five

years, we obtained our first home. Shortly after 264 had settled in at West MaIling,

Eric had a great piece of luck. The owners of a beautiful mansion called 'Nettlestead

Place', parts of which dated to Norman times, had decided to offer two one-bedroom

flats to anyone who had fought in the Battle of Britain - totally rent-free. The couple

were Ronald and Bettina Vinson, parents of the present Lord Vinson who has made

such a name for himself in industry. I think the prime mover in this scheme was

Bettina who had wanted to turn the house into a Red Cross hospital but had been

persuaded by Ronald to compromise and perform her 'good works' in this way. Eric

became their first tenant and he and Ruth lived there happily for nearly four months Until

Eric was promoted to Squadron leader and posted to form and command a brand new

Defiants Squadron ,125 at Fairwood CoomonIn the South Wales. Eric was kind enough

to introduce me, sporting the purple will and a white ribbon of the DFC to Bettina and we

hit it off at once; she invited me to take Eric’s place And so began a most happy time for

us. The occupant of the other flat was Hugh Verity, then with 29 Squadron n the Beau-

fighters, but later to become famous as one of the pilots engaged in dropping and picking

up agents in occupied France. Pamela and Bettina became great friends and we kept in

touch with her until her death a great many years later long after the war.

“Nettlestead Place "Was in the Village of Wateringbury which nestled on the banks of the

upper Medway. It had beautiful gardens and an extensive orchard.

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We were invited to help ourselves to fruit and vegetables but as winter approached Ronald gen-tly suggested that we might pay for the coal for our open fires in our flat - needless to say, we were glad to do this. There was Muscovy ducks wandering loose and a fat old pony in the stable which Bettina begged Pamela to ride so as to improve its figure. She had a happy time doing this and even persuaded me to get on the ponies back, something I hadn’t done since the age of nine back in Belfast. I’ve found a pony much harder to control than an aircraft and after it had scraped me off several times on the lower branches of trees in the orchard, I gave it best and watched Pamela really enjoying her mastery of it! Our flat was very comfortable with views out over the river; it had a small bedroom and a long living room with a dining area; we had our own little kitchen and a bathroom with a toilet - absolutely ideal for two people in love! This was to be the best accommodation we were to have during the whole war apart from our parents’ homes. To return to matters operational,,,,,,,,, by the end of May our lives had become less hectic for Hitler launched his massive assault on Russia which obviously took top priority for the Luftwaffe. The ‘Night Blitz’ was effectively over and night bombers for the time being, had become few and far between. We continued our patrols from dusk onwards, running practice interceptions on each other to develop GCI and GL techniques but if no ‘ trade’ showed by midnight we were usually stood down to 2 crews at ‘ 15 minutes’, which allowed them to sleep in their flying kit, and the rest probably at ‘30 minutes’. Despite this comparative lull, however, all sorts of night defence experiments were being tried out - some of them given absolute priority from number 10 Downing Street because the Prime Minister’s scientific adviser, Professor Lindemann, fancied them and thought he knew better than the Airmen. Some were imaginative, some were just hare-brained. Among them was “Mutton” by which RAF bombers Sought to fly across the track of enemy raids, laying aerial mines. 700 feet of cable with a parachute on one end and a small mine on the other were tossed out in the hopes that Raiders would fly into them, the parachute then pulling the cable over the bomber’s wing until the mine made contact and blew up. That was the idea in practice, I don’t think any raiders were brought down but power lines all over the country were! Then there was PAC (Parachute and Cable) for close defence of airfields. Sited around the pe-rimeter, each outfit would launch a rocket towing 1000 feet of cable vertically, a parachute would deploy and lo! - You had your mini balloon barrage to worry strafing aircraft. I never saw PAC used - they soon disappeared, regarded by most as yet another Heath Robinson device.

More impressive, but equally unproductive, was the “Turbinlite”. Thought up by Air Commodore Helmore, This caught the fancy of number 10 Downing Street and was for a while ordered to have top pri-ority even over Beaufighters. A bunch of ‘ Havoc’ AI equipped night fighters, fresh from the States, were seized and se-verely modified. A huge block of electrical storage batteries

were fitted into the belly of the aircraft and it’s shapely nose - which had carried its battery of machine guns - Was replaced by a slab faced searchlight; this was illuminated by, in effect, Creating a huge short-circuit which ran the batteries flat in a couple of minutes. The general plan was for the Havocs to be accompanied by a couple of Defiants or Hurricanes, these were required to flying close formation, through cloud, rain or snow, keeping station on special dim lights set to shine along the underside of the Havoc’s wings. The GCI would place the Havoc within AI range of the bomber, the Havoc would close in to about 500 yards range and switched on the searchlight, And the cats eyed fighters would steam in to shoot down the dazzled bomb-er.

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Havoc Aircraft

The silly part of the Turbinlite scheme was that the Havoc pilot would see the target well before the searchlight was fired up; If the Havoc had kept its guns it could have shot the target down without tying up one or two fighters which could have been better employed operating on their own. The whole business simply proved what all night fighters already knew - that what was needed was a heavily armed, twin engine, long-range fighter with AI ie:the Beaufighter, The normal Havoc and later the Mosquito. We did not need artificial light to see our targets - there was always enough light in the night sky for us to see an aircraft’s silhouette and shoot at it. God knows how much time and treasure was wasted on the Turbinlite before common sense prevailed. The rest of 1941 was generally uneventful. The few Huns which flew our way at night were mostly those laying mines in and around the Thames estuary, Flying much too low to be properly tracked by ground radars. We flew an awful lord of frustrating and unproductive sorties. A welcome a new development was the arrival of another ground radar known as SLC ( Searchlight Control) or else ‘Elsie’.Here to, searchlights had been obliged to rely on sound locators which were notoriously in-accurate - it was a matter of sheer luck if a raider was caught in a beam. SLC changed all this dra-matically and targets were constantly caught and held - very and unnerving as I found when I was picked up several times. They were just two snags: first, any heavy cloud seriously hampered the light and, secondly, they were now very few Huns about and these rarely attacked defended tar-gets, so the searchlight could claim a few successes. In my last few months with 264 there were a few points of special interest to me. First, time promo-tion to flight lieutenant came up - the increased in daily pay of off £1-2s-6d was very welcome as being young marrieds (In the airport parlance’ living in sin’), we were not entitled to any marriage allowance. Secondly, out of the blue we received the first mark 2 Defiants,so was goodbye to the faithful N1801. With a couple of hundred extra horsepower the new aircraft provided a much better rate of climb but were otherwise unremarkable - that is, once the new enlarged rudder was fitted, One or two aircraft having behaved a bit naughtily in high-speed dives. The main excitement, however, came in the middle of November when the first Defiants fitted with the Mark V1 AI turned up - Oddly, these were Mark 1 aircraft with a less powerful engines. Mark V1 AI was a pilot operated development from the Mark !V and V sets fitted to Beaufighters. mounted above the instrument panel, there was a single tube on which, when the set had ‘locked on’ to a target, a single bright spot appeared which tried to indicate, in the natural sense, where the pilot should look in his windscreen to see the target. As the range decreased, the spot grew wings

so that at minimum range the indication was a wide horizontal line with a bright spot in the middle. The pilot aimed to fly so as to keep the spot central in azimuth but some 20 - 30 de-grees up i.e.: ‘12 o’clock high’ on a vertical clock face. Unfortunately, the set was very prone to “squints” as a result of which the indication could be a long way out in either azimuth or ele-vation - or indeed both.

As with all previous versions of AI mark 6 had at least two fundamental shortcomings. First, its transmissions were not beamed ahead but went out in all directions including straight down; Very heavy echoes from the ground or sea below totally blotted out any returns from aircraft at ranges greater than fighter’s altitude. Thus at 15,000 feet the maximum range was just under 3 miles but at 5000 feet it was less than a mile. It was virtually useless against any low-flying mine layer.

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Bristol Beaufighter

‘B’ Flight Ground crew July 1955 Can anyone help with names?

Back Row: In the middle Sgt Tech ‘Jock’Grey, next to him “Geordie” ?

2nd Row: Cpl Smith, Cpl ? ? ?

3rd Row: ? Harry Wilkinson, Me, ? ?

Secondly, for the same reason, this could detect a target aircraft behind as well as in front but, un-fortunately, did not indicate that to the pilot one way or the other - He had to make quite a marked turn (And think hard!) to sort out this ambiguity.Combined with an elevation ‘”squint”, it was possi-ble to sail say 2000 feet below a target without seeing it and then, after overtaking it, Get indica-tions which told the pilot that his target was outdistancing him ahead. Very foxing! I had two or three successful AI/GCI interceptions with the equipment but I never heard of anyone getting any Huns with it. I later heard a story, possibly apocryphal, about Mark six in the Defiant. This was along the lines that the pilot got an AI contact dead ahead, range closing. He opened his throttles but the rate of closure began to slow down. He ended up at full throttle, still just closing the range, the wings on the spot slowly growing. He was giving his gunner a running commentary on the interception ending with, “I’ve got him right ahead, a little above - I should be seeing him soon!”, At this point the gun looked aft, shouted “OK, I can see him!” - and shot down a Ju 88 which was slowly overtaking the Defiant. Unlikely? Yes - but just possible! In the middle of December I receive news which meant that after a year and a half my tour with 264 was coming to an end. Down in South Wales, Eric Barwell had asked for me to be posted to 125 Squadron as one of his flight commanders. There was no immediate prospect of either flight in 264 becoming vacant so this appealed to me very much. It was true that Fairwood Common was a quieter sector than Biggin Hill but the challenge of commanding a flight was irresistible. To be continued in our next edition.

The Ingpen Trophy: I am pleased to let you know that the Ingpen Trophy does still exist and it is awarded annually to the Air Surveillance and Control Systems (ASACS) Unit that delivered the most significant contribution to operational effect during that year. RAF Boulmer is the hub of the ASACS Force, which plays a vital role in UK and NATO air defence. ASACS Control and Reporting Centres use an integrated system of military and civilian radars, Royal Navy ships and RAF Airborne Early Warning aircraft to provide a Recognised Air Picture – essentially a complete picture of everything that is flying in and around UK airspace. RAF Aerospace Battle Managers use sophisticated computer systems and communications technolo-gy to provide this real-time awareness of all aircraft within UK and NATO airspace 24/7, 365 days a year to protect our skies. Identifying and tracking all aircraft, they can launch RAF Quick Reaction Alert Typhoons to intercept any aircraft that are giving cause for concern. For the year 2014 it was our privilege that the Trophy was awarded to RAF Boulmer Support Wing, which provides administrative, logistical and training support to all units within the ASACS Force, which stretches from the North East of Scotland to the South West of England. It was presented at a Headquarters No 1 Group Awards Evening in May. I have attached a photograph which was taken in June, with representatives from across the whole of RAF Boulmer Support Wing – the trophy is in the foreground. The actual Trophy now resides at HQ Air Command, High Wycombe however a crystal plaque is held in the Officers’ Mess here at RAF Boulmer until the Trophy is awarded next year. If you would like any further information on the Trophy, please contact Squadron Leader Pearson [email protected] who may be able to help. Kind regards

Anne Russell B A Russell MCIPR| Media & Communications Officer | RAF Boulmer | Alnwick | Northumberland,

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In the last edition, I wrote a small article about the trip to Holland by a small group of us to honour our fall-en in 2005. I suddenly remembered the plaque I got made and which now resides in the Burgomeister’s Office. Below is an extract from a mysterious Notebook that was copied and sent to me anonymously, it contains the names of many of the Aircrew over the period of the Battle of Britain and beyond and I think must have been produced by some Ground crew.

TAIL-END ALBERT by

© Harry Holmes (RAF)

Ah`ll tell thee a tale of young Albert, What è did up aloft all alone, In t`tail of a Halifax bomber,

What went on a raid to Cologne,

T`ground crew àd spent all the mornin, In stuffin up aircraft wi' bombs;

T`crew put on all their warm clothin', Young Albert 'ad two pair o' combs.

A comical figure was Albert By the time preparations were done; E`d ìs stick with it's òrses èad àndle To poke out through tòle in ìs gun.

'E àd èlmet and goggles and gauntlets, Flyin` boots, fur lined suit 'n' Mae West, Ìs pockets è'd stuffed full of ùmbugs, 'E`d a large parachute on his chest,

When he tried to get into ìs turret, È were too wide to get through the òle, Tèngineer Officer had to be summoned...

To lever ìm in with a pole,

T`bomber took off rather sudden, Young Albert was sortin` ìs gear, When turret floor came up 'n' hit 'im,

An èll of a clout on his ear!

When bomber was o'er the target, Young Albert came too wi' a start,

For a sample from Krupps works at Essen àd ìt ìm in tenderest part!

This were not altogether surprisin' For as soon as the bombing began, The òle of the German defences, Was chuckin up muck by the tonne,

At that moment up came a night fighter, Alberts mouth became suddenly dry, So è popped in a bloody great ùmbug, Shut ìs eyes, took aim and let fly.

Pilot shouted, "What's 'e doin' at backend?" When 'e èard gun go off like a blizzard, In reply Albert did nowt but gurgle- Ùmbug àd stuck in ìs gizzard,

È kept firin` ìs gun at the fighter, While 'e coughed and endeavoured to talk,

When all of a sudden the ùmbug Shot out of ìs mouth like a cork!

Jerry pilot were all unsuspectin` Of missile approachin` its goal,

Tùmbug then struck ìm on t`side of 'is noddle, And ìs aircraft fell out of control.

"Oh good show!" said ìs pilot to Albert, "There ain't no gunner like thee,

And when we get back to the airfield, Ah`ll give thee an egg for tha tea."

But when they got back they discovered, That there weren`t any eggs to be àd,

So they went to consult the Group Captain, As to òw to reward the brave lad,

D.F.M it were not thought sufficient, They were all in a bit o` a jam,

'Til at last they decided to give ìm, A lovely great plateful of Spam!

I don’t usually put in two pages of “Funnies”, but thought this was worth including. I came across this some years ago and filed it away. Finally it surfaced as I tried to find something of interest to add to this edition and it brought a smile to my face. Most of us are old enough to remember Stanley Holloway and his “Albert po-ems”, hope you enjoy it.

Our March, “We-Defy” I thought you might be interested in the current position of “Our March”. Following its premiere at the Wells Town Hall in October during a concert to launch to Poppy Appeal by the Yeovil Town Band and where we presented Adam Glynn, the composer, with a Squadron Shield and Life membership of the Squadron Association. A chance remark during a converstion in a Pub, resulted in interest being shown by Her Majesty’s Band of the Royal Marines. Since then, their Bandmaster, Ivan Hutchinson has, with Adam’s per-mission, arranged it for Military Band and I now have a copy of it and it is slightly different, but nevertheless really super. I hope to play it at the 2016 reunion and may be able to produce CD’s of it, together with the Yeo-vil Town band recording for Brass Band. I think if we charge £5.00 for the copy including postage, all proceeds to Squadron Funds it might help.

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