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Crash of 180 Sqdn. B-25 August 25th 1944

An enquiry came into the Society for information about a B-25 that ditched in the sea off Beachy Head in 1944.  Flight Officer Hodder had survived being shot down and his family were researching the details.  There were no known pictures of his aircraft Daily Delivery.

We managed to trace Daily Delivery (photo below) but the crew was not F/O Hodder’s crew.  This photo was taken a few weeks before the crash, but further research by colleagues of DAHS determined that the 180 Squadron crews rotated aircraft as operational restrictions dictated.  So the question was which aircraft was ditched in the sea?    F/O Hodder’s later memoirs of the event are written below, with the Squadron ORB recording the official account.

D – Daily Delivery at Dunsfold. Informal group portrait of RAF ground staff with RAAF and Royal New Zealand Air Force air crew of a Mitchell bomber squadron, 180 Squadron RAF with the Second Tactical Air Force. Left to right: two RAF ground crew, Jock (Fitter) and Alf (Rigger); 422248 Flying Officer (FO) Jack B O’Halloran, pilot of Sydney, NSW, (later Flight Lieutenant and DFC); 417379 Pilot Officer James Crosby (Jim) Jennison (later Flying Officer and DFC) of Adelaide, SA; 422175 FO Reg J Hansen of Sydney, NSW; FO Harry M Hawthorn, RNZAF of Hastings, NZ
F/O Ernest ‘George’ Hodder’s Memoir:

One day, there was a telegram ordering me to rejoin my crew and prepare for operational duty. This was it! The summons at last. So we arrived at Finmere and found we were to fly Mitchell’s- B-25s. The B-25 would be able to park under the wing of a modern jet and be dwarfed by it, but in 1944 it was a workmanlike, formidable plane taht had remarkable versatility. A couple of years earlier a squadron of B-25s had taken off from a US carrier and had bombed Tokyo. It carried 2 tons of bombs, twin guns in the turret, one in the nose. B-25s had even been modified to fire a 75111m cannon- the recoil must have dropped airspeed by 30 knots or more. It was a sturdy, forgiving machine, and we grew attached to it. When we climbed aboard for the first familiarisation flight and started up the huge motors, we realised that we were finally committed, that in a few wee we would be on the battle order. We also quickly learned that flying over England was a very different proposition from flying over Canada. There were differences of terrain, restricted areas, weather- dozens of new regulations and cautions. Also, we now had rudimentary radar navigation equipment to master, a more complex and powerful aircraft to fly, and most of all, the thousand and one details of squadron operations, emergency and ditching drill, radio codes and identification, escape procedures if shot down over enemey territory- an encyclopaedia of vitally important information. In addition, it was obvious to everyone that the invasion of Europe was imminent, and we were all waiting for the big show to begin.

F/O Hodder in a B-25

In a very few brief weeks we were transferred onto the strength of 180 Squadro 2nd. Tactical Air Force at Dunsfold in Surrey, just South of Guildford. We were one of three squadrons on the field- 98 squadron RAF and 322 squadron Royal Dutch Naval Service, were the others.  Our first commander was wounded shortly after we arrived, and Major Gronmark of the Royal Norwegian Air Force took over- a huge bear of a man, whose only objective was to get the war over as swiftly as possible and return to Norway. He didn’t much care what we got up to outside of our missions, but he was an exacting commander once we were airborne.   

The Invasion was now nearly upon us. The 2nd TAF had been attacking targets in the Pas de Calais area of France- railway yards, bridges etc- both for the target itself and as part of the attempt (succesful, as it turned out) to draw attention from the intended landing in Normandy. Once June 6th arrived and the landings had taken place, we were switched to Army support in Normandy and further afield as the troops pushed inland. We attacked Panzer Groups, bridges, ammunition dumps, trains, troop concentrations- all tactical battlefield targets. We were often sent up at short notice to respond to a report by the French Resistance who would send word that X Division of the German Army would be in trains at a certain location between 1300 and 1400 hours, and would we kindly provide a welcome for them. So it was an interesting time.

I could probably still draw a reasonably accurate map of Northern France with many of our targets- St. Malo, Cherbourg, Alewon, St. Lo, Fontainebleau, Brest, Sainte Mere Eglise, Argentan, Caen – come off the top of my head as being some of the places we visited. St. Lo was reduced to rubble, and we could always locate ourselves by reference to the off-white blotch on the countryside that was all that remained of St. La.  Caen we visited several time always to a spirited reception by the other side – that was where my old friend Johann Hoffman was firing his 88mm gun at us.  Once over Caen, a perfectly lobbed shell burst two of our formation, bringing both of them down. Some trips we would sail in and out with only a modest amount of flak, and no damage to any of us. Other days it would be a wretched slog from the moment we crossed the French coast. Fortunately we had not too much confrontation with fighters.

The US 8th. Air Force, for whom I have the utmost professional admiration, had gone a long way to decimating the Luftwaffe’s fighter strength the remaining fighters were, however, as courageous as the rest of the german forces, and whenever met, were dangerous.   Usually our meetings wereby day, as most of our work was in daylight, but occasionally we mounted night attacks, and I remember well being pursued for what seemed an eternity by one persistent night fighter, who made several passes at us. Ken Curtis became hoarse shouting evasive tactics over the intercom, and we all were alternately pressed into our seats and our shoulder harnesses as the plane corkscrewed up and down, but we finally lost him and landed thankfully without a scratch. Flak was another matter- heavy and accurate, and it called for steadiness and resolve to fly straight and level on the bombing run while those efficient gunners below were lining us up. At “bombs away”, the format- ion would break off into a steep diving turn, glad to be rid of those damned bombs.  As I’ve been writing this, I’ve been reminded of a song we sang- “Ops in a Wimpey“. I’d better explain that Ops was short for Operations, which is what we called combat missions. We English never used melodramatic terms like “combat” – we exaggerated via understatement. (During the Blitz on London, a bomb blast and its attendant horror was called “an incident”). Wimpey , of course, was Popeye’s hamburger eating buddy – J.Wellington Wimpey, and as one of our early bombers was named Wellington, we knew it as Wimpey. Thus, Ops in a Wimpey was flying a mission in a Wellington bomber. One verse went as follows (sung to the tune of waltzing Matilda):- 

Flying over Hamburg, just for the hell of it

Up came the flak like a Christmas tree.

And the navigator cried as he buckled on his parachute,

Who’ll come on ops in a Wimpey with me.

Since we were a Tactical Group, we were required to be able to move to another field within 24 hours. Consequently we all lived in tents, had field kitchens, mess tents etc, and very little segregation of officers and other ranks. I enjoyed it. Like being at a super boy scout camp, and even being paid extra for living in tents. The Battle Order was posted on a board in the middle of the aircrew tent area, and in its settin , it was almost like the cricket team listing on the school notice board. There was a difference though, and there’s simply no way I can convey to you the emotional impact of those words-“battle order? I still feel the sudden, heart-stopping shock of seeing my name on the battle order for the first time, realising that battle” means that there are people out there that are going to do their best to kill me.  This was implicit, of course, in everything I had done since 1941, when I signed up, but it was all in the future, theoretical until now. However, it was also unbelievably exciting, challenging. So for the first tim we went through a procedure that was to become familiar, monotonous almost. Briefing- target, approach, tactics, opposition to be encountered, formation makeup etc- into the truck for the drive out to dispersal, engine start and run up, taxi out to the end of the runway and get lined up, waiting for clearance from the tower, then airborne and into formation. In point of fact, there was a good deal more to it than that, but this is not a manual of operational flying. But it was very thrilliing the first time, and for quite a while thereafter – taxiing up to take off, giving thumbs up to ground crews as we roared past in our cramped, reverberating metal coffins. We lined up in two rows, one at each side of the runway, and started our run at 15 seconds intervals. The object was to get into formation as quickly as possible.  We flew in “Vics” of 3, 2 Vics to a flight, and 3 flights or more to a squadron. So from Dunsfold we’d field 54 or more aircraft, and getting formed up into a tight group in a short interval was a hectic job, and the last plane in each flight had to do some tight turning to take up position. And that was how one of my best friends, Jeff Davis and his crew died as they got into a steep climbing turn that must have stalled the plane and flipped them into a dive at low altitude, so they crashed in a field, not far from the end of the runway.  Jeff, by the way, was married to a lovely woman, Irene, who lived with her parents in Greenwich. I attended Jeff’s funeral as the RAF represen- tative, and helped stop Irene from jumping into his grave. Months later I visited Irene- she had taken refuge in spiritualism, and she saw Jeff wherever shw went. She spoke to him while I was there, and he told her to let me have his briefcase. I used it for years.  Anyway, we’d cross the English coast and out over the Channel, and there for the first time, was the enemy coast.

It was quite a moment, that first sortie.  We’d start evasive action at once, and duck and weave our way out to the target and back again, in the hope of making it as tough as possible for the flak crews, who were very good at their work. The Germans would broadcast on our wavebands all kinds of interference- fake bombing instructions, static, howling, screeching sound tracks that were distracting and disturbing. It was hard to concentrate with all that going on. But finally the target would come into range and we’d turn on and line up on the bombing run. You could follow the bombs along their trajectory for quite a way, and then they’d be exploding in the centre of the concussion rings rippling out in great clusters. And I have to tell you that I experienced a great exultation as I saw those first explosions. Today I would to God I had never been part of it, but then it was the culmination of all my work to that end, it was a blow in return for all that happened to my family and my friends in the Blitz. My only consolation is that we attacked only military targets. I’ve had trouble enough living with that, but it would have been hard indeed to have been in Bomber Command and to have destroyed civilian targets. Particularly since I knew at first hand what suffering was involved in attacks on civilian towns.

My first experience of flak was curious. Suddenly there were clusters of black balls all around us, and for a moment I stared blankly at them. Then it hit me- there were people shooting at me- at me! What had I done? There was no fear, but anger, curiosity. I was too dumb to be fearful on that occasion. Fear would come a bit later, as experience grew.  When flak bursts very close, the aircraft rocks. At those times, chunks of shrapnel will hole wings or fuselage, usually without real damage. I was once given a piece of perspex that was hit by an almost spent shrapnel fragment, taken out of the window alongside my head as a souveniryby the rigger that replaced the damaged section. It was softened and quite plastic- your mother had it for some time before it was discarded. So long as flak bursts are black, without the angry red centre that indicates they are getting very close they are not immediately menacing, but it is still uncomfortable to be in the midst of those ominous, sprouting black puffs that materialise soundlessly all around you. And sometimes there’d be an aircraft hit, wing crumpled, tail shot off, engine hit, and we’d watch for a moment, wish the crew luck, and get back to our own concerns of staying alive.

Even today as I watch movies or newsreels of those days, and see aircraft going down, my heart turns over as I think of the horror of the men in those planes, seared by fire, held in the iron bands of multi-gravity forces, knowing they are dead men. In the TAF our casualty rate was high, but not as high in Bomber Command in 1943. But losses are relative. For Irene Noble Davis a loss rate of 1% would have been the same tragedy as it actually was for her, had that one out of a hundred been her Jeff. 

At night , it was strangely beautiful. There were searchlights, tracer shells that seemed to climb up towards you slowly, gracefully, then suddenly hurtle past at incredible speed. A curious feeling to be watching the shell that may finish you, a shell aimed at you personally. You could see the gun flashes on the ground below, bomb bursts, fires,- earth and sky were filled with a brilliant, deadly light. The engines on our plane glowed a dull red, with blue flames flickering from the exhaust ports. Inside the cabin , subdued instrument lights, radar navigation with its ghostly green screen, bomb switches and indicators glowing red. And overhead, serene and remote)were the moon and stars, but we were too busy to heed the contrast between the that indifferent serenity and the frenetic fury we were engaged in. Only now can I put it into perspective. 

On our days off, we’d stand on the perimeter track to wave off the other men, and it was indeed a stirring sight to see them roll by, one after another, in a continuous roar, and then to see them airborne and forming up. Finally, the} would fly back over the field, in tight,precise boxes, climbing out South to France. I often think of those thrilling occasions when I pause in my work out in the field in Pennsylvania, and look up at the wild geese crossing the sky, and I’m carried back to Dunsfold, nearly a half century ago. The geese seem to communicate by means of their evocative, haunting cries, perhaps akin to what we did by means of radio, and as they take up their majestic V format: ons, aimed at some destination far beyond my horizon, I am deeply moved. I recall the inexperienced boy I was, committed to an immense journey, from which I returned, but so many of my friends did not. For me, the geese bring remembered sorrow, a grief that time does not erase. Yet, at the same time, gratitude, joy, that I survived to hear the wind in the trees, be moved by a deep communion with the soil that I stand upon, and see that vast Armada forme overhead. And I seem to hear again ghostly voices from a remote time, cracklix over the headphones- “Close it up! Get those wings tucked in….” 

Another word on forming up. Often we had to take off when the field was completely overcast. That meant climbing through cloud, sometimes of consid- erable depth, so there’d be a string of aircraft flying blind, at 15 second intervals, making at least one turn onto a prearranged heading so we’d be lining up on our course for Littlehampton, which was our exit point from England. Consequently there was an air of heightened awareness as we kept lookout for all of the other aircraf that were thundering up on our tail, and those ahead that we were closing on. It wasn’t a precisely intervalled process ion, you understand, since quite small variations in airspeed and rate of climb would eat up 15 seconds of space and much more in transit through deep cloud. So when finally we did emerge through the top of the layer, there was first a rapid scrutiny of the immediate area as aircraft surfaced one by one, like a string of porpoises in line astern. Next matter was to locate the squadron leader, and make for him at full throttle. The identification was by means of coloured Very signal lights- each squadron had its own assigned colour, so you searched the sky for the green light or whatever was your squadron’s colour for that mission. Despite the confusion, we always managed. Remarkable, really, that so young, and with such brief training, we were so proficient. But then, we had two incentives. Your life depended on it, and almost as important, you could not afford to be perceived as lacking in skill or courage. 

Back to our day off.  We’d get on our bicycles and go for a long ride around the Surrey countryside, ending with a beer at the local pub.(My bike was my trusty old Raleigh that I had bought with money saved from my first job. It had cost £3.10.00, and was still in perfect condition when I left it in England in 1948.).  We’d be wearing battledress, with the obligatory white sweater or silk scarf which would indicate that we were operational aircrew, not the shiny arsed brigade. But that was all the bragging we engaged in. I think we were very modest about our role, but then, at that time, so many men were in combat- much of it far worse than ours- that there was nothing remark- able about it. Except to one’s own self. Then it mattered very much that you were somebody’s target, and as the number of missions you flew increased, so the odds against you lengthened, and the moment came when, by simple arith- metic, you knew that you were living on borrowed time. The first few trips were easy, and although you could see crew names erased from the squadron roster as they’d get the chop, you gave little thought to being included in the Grim Reaper’s toll.(we joked a lot about the “Grim Reaper”. In the RAF’s magazine published for aircrew, a cartoon showed him finishing off a pass with his scythe, and an airman with a thin line around his neck, ducking and saying “missed me”, to which the G.R. replies, “just don’t shake your head, sonny”). However, as time went by, we became much more sober, much more aware that we were crawling out further on a rather shaky limb. we were still high spirited young men, but now it was a relief to land safely, and chalk up one more mission towards retirement. 

We had a set of rituals before take off as good luck talismans. And once airborne, I had one all-important act- crossingfthe English coast on the way out, I had to be able to see some sign of life below- a car, smoke from a chimney, a cow~ anything moving, living. That was taken as an omen that I’d be returning. Curiously, on the occasion we did not come back, I had looked in vain for my sign, and I knew then that.we’d had it. A few days previously I had seen a movie about the Spanish Civil war, “For whom the bell tolls“, and as I left the theatre I suddenly, overwhelmingly realised that my number was up. So it.was written, and as we flew on to France that day, I knew it was all over.  We were very busy around D-Day, and we often flew two missions a day. Each took about 4-5 hours, with briefing, the flight usually of 3 hours duration, and de-briefing. So we’d be woken at first light and get an early start.

After each mission, we were served bacon and eggs, which at that time was a luxury that few in England enjoyed. we’d look forward to that, eaten in casually wolfish fashion in the mess tent, usually with shared knives and forks, for there were never enough to go around. Then we could lounge around the briefing hut, waiting for the next flap, or going over to the Naafi van in the disperse area for a cup of anaemic tea. We were given “combat rations” of raisins, oranges and chocolate, which again, in England was a rare privilege. Finally, we’d be called in for a new briefing, and we’d start the same routine once more. Out to the aircraft in the truck, which would drop off each crew at its own aircraft. Ours was “D”, with the squadron letters VE. The plane was decorated with a stork carrying a bomb in a sling, and titled “Daily delivery‘ The ground crew would be finishing the bomb loading, ammunition, fuel, and we’d don our parachutes, escape kit, revolver, knife, helmet and intercom, Mae west, etc. we’d be dressed in battledress uniform, flying boots, sweater, and would be carrying maps, charts, and all the other navigational parapher- nalia. Then into the plane, engines started and run up, taxi out and take off.  After we’d flown 25 missions, we were considered an experienced crew, and we usually carried a fifth crewman with us on familiarisation flights- supernumary crew.

One I remember well- George Gabay from Jamaica, for he stayed with us for several missions. His family back in Montego Bay used to send him Guava jelly and such, and some very potent rum. So we would have a crew picnic from time to time, with George’s tropical stuff, canned lamb from New Zealand, and a saffron cake baked by your maternal grandmother. 

Mitchell II, EV-T (likely to be HD316,) of 180 Squadron. Photo taken above Hook in Hampshire.

Our last operational flight took place in late August 1944. (August 25th 1944 in HD316)  We took a flak burst in the port engine and it did other damage, the most serious of which was jammed bomb doors. That meant, of course, that we couldn’t jettison the bombs, and with that 2 tons dead weight plus one engine out, and the other dubious, it was evident that we’d have to ditch, and the impact would probably break the back of the plane if we landed heavily, so we sent out a Mayday and prepared to ditch. It was a sunny day, but a moderate sea running, and we lined up with the swell, but we hit very hard. Rad and I were both pretty well braced, but we were both flung forward on our respective control columns. After that, things are confused, and I have no clear recollection of the actual sequence of events.

I must have been able to release the straps and get out through the escape hatch over our head, for I next remember being in the water with Rad and Ken. Ken was terribly injured, in great pain, and he was calling out “for Christ’s sake, help me mates”, but of course, there was nothing we could do, he could not even hear our voices, trying to speak with him, and in time he died.

Harry Walters and our supernumary gunner, a Yorkshireman whose name I cannot recall (Sgt. Lawrence O’Brien RAF who had been reallocated an aircraft a month after a raid on Caen where his pilot and navigator were injured by flak and the co-pilot killed)  ) went down with the plane, which must have sunk very quickly.   I was in the water for several hours before we were located, because our Mayday was not clearly received or plotted. I seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, because I do remember singing Jimmy Durante’s song “Send for my friend Umbriago”, and I recall bobbing up and down among a few hits of wreckage from the plane, and the bodies of Rad and Ken. Rad had also died, from injuries and also perhaps from shock and immersion in the bitterly cold Channel water, despite it being August. I can still see in my mind’s eye the small circular horizon with waves rising and falling within it, and me in the centre. I do not remember being fished out by the crew of an amphibious plane that found us.

Walrus Search and Rescue aircraft based at Shoreham Airport passes over the town heading South East. Still from the film “For those in Peril”

Anyway, I was taken to a hospital in Shoreham (Southlands), and had my head sewn up, and I was OK except for concussion and exposure. A week later I discharged myself and returned by train to Dunsfold, in sea-stained flying outfit and a double row of stitch holes in my forehead and scalp. 

So my crew are split up- two buried in England, two at the bottom of the Channel still inside the plane. And like Ishmael in the Bible, I alone am returned to tell thee. I’ve wondered ever since, why me?, why me only? They were all such good men, and their loss and my survival has tormented me all my life.  We were very close to the end of our tour of combat duty when we bought it, so it was decided that it was impractical to incorporate me into a new crew for so few missions, so I was sent to Nairn for review and assignment. They found that physically and mentally I was fit for flying duty, and after extensive and quite interesting educational testing, I was deemed up to specialist navigator training, so I was posted to Central Navigation school at Shrewsbury, and did some exacting and engrossing work there. By this time, it was evident that the war in Europe was won, just matter of when the surrender by Germany would end it, so one project the school was working on was post~war commercial flying over the Pole.

180 Squadron crest

The 180 Sqn ORB report of the 25th August 1944 reads: –

“One of our aircraft ‘T’ “HD316” (F/Sgt Lewis, pilot) was forced to ditch 12 miles south of Beachy Head through engine trouble on the way in to the target. On ditching, only the navigator was able to get out, the pilot floated out (still alive). When the aircraft sank two other bodies came to the surface (F/Sgt Curtis, Sgt O’Brien). F/Sgt Curtis was still alive but very badly injured. Sgt O’Brien’s face was unrecognizable. The navigator (F/O Hodder) did all he could to assist the others, but both had died before a WALRUS aircraft (of 277 Squadron) picked them up three hours after ditching. F/O Hodder was eventually admitted to Southlands Hospital, Shoreham with slight concussion. (F/Sgt Walters went down with the aircraft.)” 

The 180 Sqn ORB report of the 25th August 1944 

Thanks to F/O Hodder’s family for providing the typed memoir from which we transcribed the above story, and to Frank Phillipson for the extensive research and analysis of the 180 squadron ORBs.

Addendum:

“Daily Delivery” did come up in the researches: these photographs show her and her final fate.

Melsbroek Arrival 18th Oct 1944
Daily Delivery Crash Landing at Melsbroek 29 Oct 1944

Crash of two RAF B-25’s at “Pallinghurst” Rudgwick 7th Jan. 1944

Collision and crash of two RAF North American Mitchell II bombers at “Pallinghurst” (now the Japanese Rikkyo School, approx. 2.5 miles south-east of Dunsfold airfield), Guildford Rd, Rudgwick on 7th January 1944. (2nd Revision Dec.2018)

Compiled by Frank Phillipson with Acknowledgement to Rudgwick Preservation Soc.

Jan. 7th 13.35 hrs. North American Mitchell II, FR396, Code letter ‘K’ pilot Flying Officer (F/O) Fooks of 180 Squadron collided over Rudgwick, West Sussex with Mitchell II, FL682, Code letter ‘N’ pilot Warrant Officer (W/O) Riordan of 98 Squadron. This occurred as they approached RAF Dunsfold in two separate 6 aircraft box formations in poor weather. They were returning having just bombed targets in Occupied France: –

180 Squadron on Primary Target a V1construction site at “XI/A/93, La Sorellerie II” (No.16 Château du Pannelier, Brix)at 12:58hrs from 12,000ft and

98 Squadron on Alternative Target (because of cloud over the Primary) a V1construction site at XI/A/41,Mesnil Au Val”(No.18 L’Orion) at 12:55hrs from 12,000ft.

Crew members of both aircraft were all killed.

Aircraft ‘FR396/K(Fooks) of 180 Squadron and ‘FL682/N‘ (Riordan) of 98 Squadron were not noted as having or not having dropped their bomb load. Aircraft ‘B’ and ‘X’ of 180 Sqdn. and aircraft ‘V’‘P’‘S’‘U’ and ‘X’ of 98 Sqdn. did not bomb due to cloud cover obscuring the targets. Each aircraft carried 8 x 500lb Medium Capacity bombs. Therefore more aircraft of 98 Squadron (5) failed to drop their bombs than those of 180 Squadron (2).

An account of excavation of the two crash sites carried out in the 1990’s records that: – “Pieces (were) recovered from the area of what had been the orchard on the edge of the (lower) football pitch. This aircraft must have come down flat as it did not penetrate the ground to any depth, (and we) thought it had burnt on the surface. The other aircraft dived into the ground in front (north east) of the building (stables),(in the) area of the big bush (rhododendron), but (we) didn’t investigate as area had been landscaped”.

One Mitchell ‘FL682/N‘ (Riordan) of 98 Squadron crashed in a fairly flat manner and burst into flames 200 yds south-east of “Pallinghurst” in an orchard. If still bombed up, its bombs may have fallen out as the aircraft descended and landed in a nearby field where they either

exploded or were defused. Otherwise they may have been retained within the aircraft and as

there was seemingly no explosion with this aircraft when it hit the ground, were defused by RAF bomb disposal team after the crash.

The other Mitchell ‘FR396/K(Fooks) of 180 Squadron dived straight into the ground 200 yds north-east of “Pallinghurst” on the County Boundary near the stables. The aircraft had probably not dropped its bomb load due to cloud cover obscuring the target. One or more bombs exploded, either when the aircraft hit the ground or fell out and exploded nearby as the aircraft descended. Other unexploded bombs were defused.

Witness: – Emily Harwood (nee Covey) b.1923, daughter of the Gamekeeper (Ernest Covey) to the Pallinghurst Estate, owned by Ernest and Katharine MacAndrew.

“One day I shall never forget (7th January 1944) Mitchell bombers were returning to Dunsfold on an operational flight, but, unable to find the target had bombs on board. Two collided over Pallinghurst, one crashing in front (actually behind and south-east) of Pallinghurst House, the other one by the stables. The bombs fell out of the plane and landed in a field close to my father. He fell behind a tree which took most of the blast. Mr MacAndrew’s daughter [Kitty (Katherine Flora Lund)] was blown into the pond and received a cut on her leg, but all the airmen died. A few years later, when we were settling down once again, Mr MacAndrews decided to plant some rhododendrons near where the plane had crashed. My brother, now home from the RAF, was the Head Gardener, and he and the other gardeners planted them”.

Witness: – Mel Reynolds, (a 5 year old boy), standing at a Tismans Common (¾ mile to the south-east) with a group of 3 other children. He was told, at the time, that the aircraft were returning from a raid on the German Forces in France and one of the aircraft had been badly damaged. Two other aircraft were in close formation with it escorting it back to Dunsfold. Just before streaming in for the landing at Dunsfold he vividly recalls seeing the damaged aircraft dip and touch wings with one of the others and then one went one way and the other went the other both spiralling down out of control. He saw one aircraft crash followed by a very large explosion which he said shook the ground. (Both the aircraft were in two separate six aircraft box formations and were not escorting any damaged aircraft: – 180 Sqdn. ORB “Aircraft FR396 was returning from an operation flying in box of six aircraft when it collided with Mitchell FL682 of No.98 Sqdn. in another formation. Both aircraft crashed, FR396 diving straight into the ground”).

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Above: – Hambledon ARP Log.

Above: – Situation Report SE Regional Civil Defence Area. 8 bodies recovered.

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Above: – 98 Squadron Operational Record Book, Summary of Events.

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Above: – 180 Squadron Operational Record Book, Summary of Events.

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Above: – 98 Sqdn. Operational Record Book, Record of Events 7/1/44.

Transcript of 98 Sqdn. ORB, 7/1/44.

Operations on La Sorellerie II. Alternative – Mesnil Au Val which was attacked by F/L. Wilson’s box. A/c “N” of 98 Sqdn was in collision with a/c “K” of 180 Sqdn on return from the raid and crashed 3 miles S. of base. All of crews killed.

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Above: – Station (RAF Dunsfold) Summary of Events 7/1/44.

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Above: – West Sussex County Council Action Minute BookChichester 7 Jan 1944

Transcript: –

13.45 RUDGWICK 2 planes crashed at approx 13.35 hrs. Bomb or bombs exploded as a result. Region notified at 13.48.

14.40 RUDGWICK One plane crashed at Pallinghurst Map Ref. 499-531. Fire. N.F.S. on spot (National Fire Service). Some bombs exploded, others unexploded. One slight civilian casualty S.C. (Sitting Cases) car dispatched.

15.18 RUDGWICK 2 Mitchells from Dunsfold Aerodrome crashed at Pallinghurst at 13.35. One crashed 200 yds NE of the house right on the County boundary, the other 200 yds S of the house (actually SE of house). One bomb exploded after crash. 4 UXBs [unexploded bombs] found and dealt with by RAF. 3 bombs not found. 4 bodies from one plane found. Damage to stables, cottages and Pallinghurst House. Region notified at 15.25.

16.15 RUDGWICK All bombs now detonated. Total bodies found 5.

Region notified 16.20.

16.30 RUDGWICK Nothing further to report. Incident closed.

Aircraft Accident Report cards for Mitchells FR396 and FL682

The Aircraft Accident Report cards courtesy of the RAF Museum for both Mitchell FR396 and FL682 contain a brief description of what happened and the conclusions of the Court of Inquiry (CoI). The salient details of the crash are roughly transcribed here: –

Mitchell II, FR396, Code letter ‘K’, pilot F/O Fooks, 180 Squadron.

Flight time: – 1hr. 45mins. Accident time: – 13:33.

F/O Fooks: – Total Flying Hours: – 520. Total Flying Hours on Type: – 222.

In formation collided with Mitchell of other formation.

Pilot following leader (of “Blue” box formation) – leader PCM (?).

If gunners had left microphone on, warning could have prevented accident.

Leader did not follow plan. Broke away too early.

CoI Recommendation: – Stricter control of a/c near drome.

Orders given for gunners to leave microphone on.

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Above and below, Aircraft Accident Report cards for Mitchell II, FR396, Code letter ‘K’, pilot F/O Fooks, 180 Squadron.

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Mitchell II, FL682, Code letter ‘N’, pilot W/O Riordan, 98 Squadron.

Flight time: – 1hr. 28mins. Accident time: – 13:33.

W/O Riordan: – Total Flying Hours: – 245. Total Flying Hours on Type: – 90.

Collided with A/C of other formation.

A/C caught fire in the air after collision.

Pilot beyond criticism as in formation with leader.

Leader of “Blue” box formation (180 Squadron) did not conform to tactical plan as he didn’t apparently fully understand it, and so broke away too early.

Orders that gunners leave microphone ‘on’.

Had this been done warning might have been given in time to avert accident.

Steps have been taken to exercise stricter control over a/c flying in the vicinity of dromes.

It would seem that with Riordan’s aircraft FL682, which caught fire in the air, is the most likely candidate to be the aircraft that crashed in a fairly flat manner and burst into flames 200 yds south-east of “Pallinghurst” in an orchard. If so, then Fooks’ aircraft FR396 is likely to be the one that dived straight into the ground 200 yds north-east of “Pallinghurst” on the County Boundary near the stables.

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Above and below, Aircraft Accident Report cards for Mitchell II, FL682, Code letter ‘N’, pilot W/O Riordan, 98 Squadron.

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Crew of Mitchell FR396 of 180 Squadron

Flying Officer Ernest Fooks, pilot, 32, from New Zealand, Buried at Brookwood

Pilot Officer Leonard Taylor, navigator, 24, from and Buried in Birmingham.

Flight Sergeant Charles Forsyth, wireless op/gnr, 23, from Peacehaven, Buried Newhaven.

Flight Sergeant George Ormandy, gunner, 20, from and Buried in Beckenham.

Crew of Mitchell FL682 of 98 Squadron

Warrant Officer Terence Riordan, pilot, 22, from Abergavenny, Buried at Brookwood.

Flight Sergeant Douglas Morris, navigator, 23, from and Buried in Abergavenny.

Flight Sergeant Stanley Norton, wireless op. /gnr, 22, from and Buried in Lincoln.

Flight Sergeant William Cross, gunner, 22, from and Buried in Preston.


Flg. Off. Ernest Berjeu FOOKS, Pilot, from New Zealand, (Mitchell FR396 of 180 Sqdn).

Buried at Brookwood Military Cemetery 2. B. 1, Service Number 146328, Died 07/01/1944, Aged 32, 180 Sqdn. RAF Volunteer Reserve, Son of Alfred Augustus and of Adele Catherine Fooks, of Christchurch, Canterbury, New Zealand. Brother P/O Harry Gordon Compton Fooks RNZAF killed on 21/7/1941 in crash at Marcham, nr. Abingdon, Berkshire on training flight in Armstrong Whitworth Whitley V, N1527, with No.10 OTU at RAF Abingdon.

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Plt. Off. Leonard Augustus TAYLOR Navigator (Mitchell FR396 of 180 Squadron). Buried Brandwood End Cemetery, Birmingham. Service Number 168632, Died 07/01/1944, Aged 24, Son of William and May Taylor, of Small Heath, Birmingham.


Flt. Sgt. Charles Henry FORSYTH W/Op.AG (Mitchell FR396 of 180 Squadron).

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Killed while returning on his 30th Operational Flight (the last of a Tour of 30 flights).


Flt. Sgt. George ORMANDY, Air Gunner, (Mitchell FR396 of 180 Squadron).

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Warrant Off., Terence RIORDAN, Pilot (Mitchell FL682 of 98 Squadron)

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Flight Sergeant Douglas MORRIS, Navigator, (Mitchell FL682 of 98 Squadron).


Flt. Sgt. Stanley Charles NORTON, Wireless Op/Air Gnr, (Mitchell FL682 of 98 Sqdn).

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Flt.Sgt. William James CROSS, Air Gunner, (Mitchell FL682 of 98 Squadron)

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Photo of Flt. Sgt. William Cross – Courtesy Arthur Burns.

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Crew of Mitchell FL682 of 98 Squadron.


“Pallinghurst” (shown below in 1930 from the air) looking north east, had a very productive garden and orchard (to the right, with the timber-framed Garden House, where the head gardener lived, and (white) glasshouses for peaches and grapes as well as bedding plants and flowers, in line with the other buildings. The park landscape and avenue to the main road are shown clearly, as is the foreground planting that keeps the view from the house open to the southerly view.

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On the left is the tennis court. The stables on the right would have been home to a dozen or so hunters. The lodge, just visible in the background was home to the head chauffeur. Some oak trees visible at the top of the drive were ‘county oaks’ marking the boundary, thought not to be there now. To the left, just off the picture was the wild garden, woodland managed for attractive walks along the rides.

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V1 Construction sites Target Information

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Update September 2019:

A memorial stone has been unveiled near the site of the crash:

https://www.getsurrey.co.uk/news/surrey-news/horror-dunsfold-story-how-two-16956700

ROC Observation Post and Memorial get Listed Building Status

Historic England have now made the Royal Observer Corp underground monitoring bunker a Grade 2 Listed Building.   Likewise the Canadian Memorial sited in front of the former WW2 Watch Office is also given Listed Status.  This joins Primemeads which was listed earlier in 2017.

Interior of ROC Post Dunsfold

Dunsfold Canadian Memorial

Unveiling of memorial in 1942

Crash of 180 Sqdn. B-25 August 25th 1944

An enquiry came into the Society for information about a B-25 that ditched in the sea off Beachy Head in 1944.  Flight Officer Hodder had survived being shot down and his family were researching the details.  There were no known pictures of his aircraft Daily Delivery.

We managed to trace Daily Delivery (photo below) but the crew was not F/O Hodder’s crew.  This photo was taken a few weeks before the crash, but further research by colleagues of DAHS determined that the 180 Squadron crews rotated aircraft as operational restrictions dictated.  So the question was which aircraft was ditched in the sea? F/O Hodder’s later memoirs of the event are written below, with the Squadron ORB recording the official account.

D – Daily Delivery at Dunsfold. Informal group portrait of RAF ground staff with RAAF and Royal New Zealand Air Force air crew of a Mitchell bomber squadron, 180 Squadron RAF with the Second Tactical Air Force. Left to right: two RAF ground crew, Jock (Fitter) and Alf (Rigger); 422248 Flying Officer (FO) Jack B O’Halloran, pilot of Sydney, NSW, (later Flight Lieutenant and DFC); 417379 Pilot Officer James Crosby (Jim) Jennison (later Flying Officer and DFC) of Adelaide, SA; 422175 FO Reg J Hansen of Sydney, NSW; FO Harry M Hawthorn, RNZAF of Hastings, NZ

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Open Day for VC10 at Dunsfold

On Saturday 15th July we will be holding an Open Day at Dunsfold Aerodrome for our VC10 ZA150, which lives there. This was the very last VC10 of 54 built at Brooklands in the 1960s and was one of the last two to fly with the RAF from Brize Norton in Oxfordshire. On its retirement in September 2013 it was acquired by Brooklands Museum and flew in to Dunsfold, where a team of dedicated volunteers maintain it in running order.

Entry is by pre-purchased ticket only and the timetable is as follows:

  • 12.00-14.00 Pre-booked visitors will arrive via Stovolds Hill
  • 13.00-13.15 Taxi run
  • 13.45-15.30 Visits on board in small groups
  • Last entry to Dunsfold will be 14.00

More info at Brooklands site.

Willards Farm Spitfire Crash

A Spitfire Mk XIV of the Flying Training Wing crashed at Willards Farm Dunsfold on 19th January 1945. The pilot – Flying Officer Fisher – bailed out and was injured.

Has anyone further information and about the cause of the crash and what became of the aircraft?

Spitfire Mk XIV similar to that involved in the crash at Willards Farm Dunsfold

Mystery Mitchell Crash Summer 1944

Bill Allom has asked for some more information on a number of incidents at Dunsfold during 1944 that don’t appear in our limited records.  Bills father was stationed at Dunsfold with 180 Sqdn.

1 – The first is about a Mitchell FL 217 that crashed on landing on 20/6/1944. Bill states: I think this date is correct my ORB copy is poor and hard to read”

2 – The second query:   Bill says:  ” My father returned on a mission with the hydraulics shot out. While the ORB does not indicate the plane crashed on landing it appears to never fly again.   This occurred on 24/7/1944 in Mitchell FW 185.  Dad records 40 hits a/c badly holed, hydraulics shot up. Could the undercarriage still be lowered with damaged hydraulics?   I am unable to confirm if this aircraft returned to service or was written off.  I hope you can help solve these mysteries.”

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CONSERVATION AREA STATUS TURNED DOWN

Press Release:

Waverley Borough Council’s Executive decided at its meeting on Tuesday 6th June that it was ‘not suitable’ to establish a Conservation Area at the historic Dunsfold WW2 Airfield site, the birthplace of the Harrier Jump Jet, and now used among other things for filming TV’s Top Gear.

The proposal to consider the site for conservation on the basis of its heritage value and the history associated with it, had come from local residents in late 2016 and the Council carried out a public consultation which ended in April this year.

87 responses were received, including support from 3 Parish Councils, and a letter from Historic England. The report presented to the Council on Tuesday explained that 84 were in favour and only 1 response was against the proposal, but went on to summarise that objection and agreed with several of its assertions.

One of the key supporters of the idea of a Conservation Area is the Dunsfold Airfield History Society (DAHS). A spokesperson for DAHS said; ‘This decision by Waverley is hugely disappointing and clearly flies against the overwhelming views of the local population, and people interested in the proper conservation and celebration of the heritage of this unique site’.
While the Council pointed out that there are no set criteria for assessing the merits of a Conservation Area, they did cite the extensive guidance provided by Historic England. In their report, Council Officers agreed that the site is of historic importance and that it is already an Undesignated Heritage Asset. ‘The problem with that’, said the DAHS spokesperson, ‘ is that it adds absolutely no level of protection.

We asked that question of the Executive in writing but our question was not read out and no answer given at the meeting’. Council Officers had visited the site for one day to assess the heritage assets, and concluded that the condition of the majority of them was ‘poor’.

Historic England has recently listed Primemeads Farm within the site and is still separately assessing several other structures for potential listing. According to Historic England ‘another mechanism by which the significance of an airfield can be highlighted, as a historic landscape, is through conservation area status’.

Making former military airfields into conservation areas does not stop development and change but adds a level of protection and control for the local authority when changes happen.  There are 9 other former military airfields across the country that do have conservation area status, and DAHS said ‘It seems a no brainer that Dunsfold, now under threat of complete demolition, should be afforded at least the same level of protection that these other airfields have’.

Detail of DAHS proposal for designation

History:
Dunsfold Aerodrome was built in 1942 by the First Canadian Army as a temporary airfield for use by the Royal Canadian Air Force during WWII. The site was completed in just 20 weeks. The layout of the airfield consisted of three standard runways (one 2,000 yards and the other two 1,400 yards), laid out in a triangular pattern with a perimeter track surrounding it. Dispersal sites clustered off to the south and east and a main technical area was located to the north. The airfield was opened on 16 October 1942 by Lieutenant General A.G.L McNaughton of the First Canadian Army with a commemorative stone placed in front of the control tower that still exists. The first arrivals were three Mustang squadrons from the RCAF in December 1942. They mainly carried out reconnaissance as part of the army cooperation.In June 1943, Army Co-operation command was disbanded and the airfield became a fighter station allocated to the new 2nd Tactical Air Force.

Dunsfold was one of five airfields used by No.2 group and was home to three Mitchell II squadrons. These squadrons were part of bombing missions aimed at the Germans’ long range weapons sites, and, in the months prior to D-Day, aimed at sites which could reinforce German positions after the invasion. By the end of October 1944, the Mitchell squadrons had left and Dunsfold was placed on care and maintenance.

After the war when the airfield was used as a landing ground for DC3 Dakotas bringing back over 47,000 prisoners of war. In August 1946, the Aerodrome was declared inactive and the airfield was leased to Skyways Ltd, a charter airline. Skyways used the airfield to refurbish, test fly and deliver Spitfire and Hurricane aircraft for the Portuguese Air Force, it also played a Major part in the Berlin Airlift between 1948 and 1949, making 2,730 of the total 21,785 flights to Berlin.

Following the liquidation of Skyways in 1950, the lease was acquired by the Hawker Siddeley Group. The company used the airfield for final assembly work and flight testing of its Sea Hawks, Hunters, Sea Furies, Gnats, Harriers and Hawks. From the 1960s, the company became involved in developing Vertical/Short Take-off and Landing (VSTOL) planes (Harriers). Much of the work was carried out at Dunsfold and some of the engine testing bays still survive. It is around this time that the runways were lengthened/widened to allow for testing. On 21 October 1960, the first P1127 (the forerunner of the Harrier Jump jet) made its first tethered flight at Dunsfold, which led to its first conventional flight in November of the same year.

In 1969, the Harrier was introduced into the RAF Service with the ground training phase taking place at Dunsfold. Until 2000, when BAe Systems ceased activity at the aerodrome, all derivatives of the Harrier family of aircraft evolved from Dunsfold. The airfield was also used by the Royal Observer Corps (ROC). A monitoring post was constructed in 1961, in the south western corner of the airfield for nuclear reporting during the Cold War. The post was closed in 1991 following the break-up of the Communist Bloc.

 

Mitchell Bomber flying over Dunsfold in 1944. Source; Public Archives Canada

Harrier in private hands – XZ439

The legacy of the Dunsfold Harriers goes far and wide.   50 years on, and the Harrier is still flown in American skies.   Significantly the point is made that the Harrier was the only non-US aircraft used by the US Military since World War 1.

This story shows the passion of one man for the Harrier.    Art Nalls has had a life long dedication to flying. His addiction to the sky has lead him to an honourable military career and an even more adventurous retirement. Nalls has had the unique opportunity to purchase his own British Harrier Jump Jet. Now this retired Lt. Col test pilot uses his passion for flight to help preserve military history with the maintenance and upkeep of the last three remaining Sea Harriers. Continue reading

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