L. A. Knifton:

Another great blog entry from RAFairman (@RAFairman) here. In this post, he interviews one of the surviving Bomber Boys from World War 2 about what it was like to carry out missions against enemy territory in a Lancaster. This article is a real gem but be warned, it might bring a tear to your eye!

Originally posted on RAFairman's Blog:

It’s noisy. It’s cold. It’s pitched black. Outside the clouds whoosh past. Occasionally the moon and the stars shine through the higher cloud. You are flying in a Lancaster, heading for Germany. And at least you have a view, albeit an uncomfortable one. You are stuck in your gun turret. Scanning the sky.

Total concentration. For four and a half hours. Then manic activity. Frantic. Praying for the words you are desperate to hear from the Bomb Aimer – ‘Bombs Away’. Then the aircraft dives back into the cloud. Homeward bound. But still unable to relax. Another four and a half hours until you see the runway lights of home.

If you are lucky, then the most you will have had thrown against you was some ineffective anti-aircraft fire – flak. If unluckier then maybe a searchlight will have scanned over you. If really unlucky then two or more lights…

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