- Contributed by听
- rafBookman
- People in story:听
- AC1 Osman L.E
- Location of story:听
- RAF Ipswich
- Article ID:听
- A2694611
- Contributed on:听
- 02 June 2004
On the morning of 6th June 1944,I was serving breakfast in the Sergeant's Mess at RAF Ipswich,when all hell broke loose.
Nacton aerodrome was a small grass airfield and was home to target towing aicraft only.The pilots were what was known as 'resting',between combat postings.
On that morning as breakfast was being served, there was an almighty roar above us and when we looked out of the windows all that we could see were bombers and Dakotas. They filled the skies as they flew over us, some of them towing gliders.
Suddenly, there were no pilots left at the tables, they had all climbed out of the windows annd stood there shaking their fists and shouting that they should be up there.They were very angry, but at the same time, very proud of their colleagues above them.
As an 18 year old airman I was just completely overwhelmed by the sight of all those aircraft .It seemed never ending,the air armada stretched as far as the eye could see.It was a sight that I shall never forget and a sound that I shall never forget either.
Breakfast was,of course abandoned.
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