Foggia, Italy
Going back to base, somewhere over the Mediterranean, early morning.
The Crew; Palestine, early 1944 “71 OTU” (Operational Training Unit) on Wellingtons, they converted to B-24 Liberators later. Left to right.
Beam Gunner (AG) Freddy Hill from London. Rear Gunner (AG) Danny ? from London?. Wireless Operator (WO) Taffy Roberts from Wales. Navigator (N) Colin Pearce from Manchester?. “Skipper” (Pilot) William Thorp from Nottingham. Mid Upper Gunner (AG) name unknown from London. Flight Engineer (E) Peter Hipwell from Hertfordshire. I wish I knew the ages of the crew, this is a bunch of young boys, Dad was only 19 at the time.
Memories
I had Andrea take two old photos and merge them to show the cockpit lay out so don’t look to close. The pilot is on the left, note that he is still wearing Sergeants’ stripes so this must have been taken early in his career. Dad as Flight Engineer flew in what we always call the Co-pilots seat, he also acted as Co-pilot, he loved those 4 engines, I think he understood them as much, if not more than the ground crew who serviced them. He had lots of stories about his engines.
Once, against all standing orders, they took their B-24 up to a high altitude (I forget the height) and then cut all four engines to see how they could handle her. Dad said she had all the glide characteristics of a brick. They had to start the APU (Auxiliary Power Unit) first in order to fire up the first engine following by the remainder. I think they lost a lot of height before they regained full control, they never tried that again! I bet the beer tasted good in the mess that night.
The top photo shows the Squadron “Artist” at work . This painting of the B24 was traded for a packet of cigarettes. The painting finished up in the hands of another Flight Engineer. Many years after the war Dad was able to secure the painting just before it was heading for the trash. When Dad passed away the painting came into my hands and I had it framed, it now hangs in the hallway of our house. The B24 in the painting depicts the aircraft as operated by Dad’s squadron with the nose guns and ball turret removed.
More to follow as time allows.
The highlight of my last trip to Africa was to meet William (Bill) Thorp, Bill was Dad’s wartime pilot. To my surprise I found it an extremely emotionally meeting, almost 70 years earlier they had flown side by side, I felt strange bonds to this sprightly old gentleman, it was like meeting a long lost close family member.