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I like the idea of Galland being given his own Spitfire but adit I find that hard to believe
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Hillary was saved by the Margate Lifeboat and was immediately taken to the Queen's Victoria Burns Unit in East Grinstead."I was peering anxiously ahead, for the controller had given us warning of at least fifty enemy fighters approaching very high. When we did first sight them, nobody shouted, as I think we all saw them at the same moment. They must have been 500 to 1000 feet above us and coming straight on like a swarm of locusts. The next moment we were in among them and it was each man for himself. As soon as they saw us they spread out and dived, and the next ten minutes was a blur of twisting machines and tracer bullets. One Messerschmitt went down in a sheet of flame on my right, and a Spitfire hurtled past in a half-roll; I was leaving and turning in a desperate attempt to gain height, with the machine practically hanging on the airscrew. Then, just below me and to my left, I saw what I had been praying for - a Messerschmitt climbing and away from the sun. I closed in to 200 yards, and from slightly to one side gave him a two-second burst: fabric ripped off the wing and black smoke poured from the engine, but he did not go down. Like a fool, I did not break away, but put in another three-second burst. Red flames shot upwards and he spiralled out of sight. At that moment, I felt a terrific explosion which knocked the control stick from my hand, and the whole machine quivered like a stricken animal. In a second, the cockpit was a mass of flames: instinctively, I reached up to open the hood. It would not move. I tore off my straps and managed to force it back; but this took time, and when I dropped back into the seat and reached for the stick in an effort to turn the plane on its back, the heat was so intense that I could feel myself going. I remember a second of sharp agony, remember thinking "So this is it!" and putting both hands to my eyes. Then I passed out."
Infuriated, Kesselring turned to German Intelligence Chief Oberst Josef 'Beppo' Schmid for the exact number of aircraft the British had left. Caught between the two commanders, Oberst Schmid announced that British Fighter Command had perhaps only 100 fighters left or even as much as 350. This information convinced Göring that British defenses would soon be exhausted and the invasion could commence. After some discussion, a 'Zielwechsel' or change of objective was decided. The attacks on RAF airfields would cease. Göring and Kesselring were convinced that the British Air Force was all but finished, and the recommendation was put to Hitler that the time had come that London, the inland cities and the dockland areas be attacked and bombed as a prelude to the invasion. Convinced by Göring that the British were close to defeat, Hitler informed the meeting that the earliest date for the sailing of the invasion fleet would be on 20 September, the actual landings (S-Day) to take place on 21 September and the launching of the attack on the English Isles through Kent would be on 11 September. Hitler also asked for an increase in the output of 2,200lb bombs, designed for use against built up areas."This is a Verdun of the air!"
Unknown to the Luftwaffe High Command, this decision changed the whole course of the battle, giving Fighter Command a breather and a chance to rebuild." Will not the British ever learn. Their bombers come and kill innocent German people, and I have given them fair warning. We have told you before, that the nights when the British bombers do not attack our capital, our glorious Luftwaffe has forcibly stopped the British bombers in their tracks and they have had to turn for home. But now, the time is right, the British air force is down to its last reserves, they cry for pity, and I will give them pity for I will wipe London from the face of the earth. I want fire everywhere, thousands of them and then they will unite in one gigantic area of conflagration."
Sixteen Bf110s were lost in the Weybridge attack with RAF Nos.43 and 234 Squadrons in particular inflicting considerable damage."I was not down to fly this mission, as my machine had been shot down in the Channel on 11th August. On the morning of the 4th September as the aircraft of I. Gruppe were started up and II. Gruppe were moving to their take-off position, the Geschwaderkommodore (Obstlt. Friedrich Vollbracht) suddenly gave me the "green light" to take part in the mission in his machine, in his place. With my Bordfunker, Uffz. Heinz Bendjus, I arrived at the airfield ten minutes later and found that the Kommodore's machine had one wing uncovered. As both Gruppen had already take-off , there was no time to warm-up the engines. Already, on take-off, there were problems as the tail unit was malfunctioning and the cold engine was not functioning properly. I was not successful in my hope of catching up the rest of my unit before reaching the English coast, and so my flight was a solo effort to England. From afar, I could see that the Bf110s were caught up in a heavy dogfight. Although my left engine was still not functioning fully. I hoped in the meantime to link up with my Geschwader on the return flight. As a result of my stuttering engine I was neither high enough nor fast enough to catch up with my returning Geschwader and shortly afterwards was attacked by several Spitfires. As my chances in the forthcoming combat were slim, I took my first chance to dive towards the coast. That was a mistake. As I flew over the coast, coming towards me from the Channel were two fighters that immediately engaged me in a low-level combat. Fired at from both sides, but without success, I was hoping that they would soon have to break off combat due to low fuel, when a third fighter appeared above me, in a firing position, and turning, the full side of my Messerschmitt presented a good target. In spite of several hits, I was still able to control the aircraft, until the left engine failed and I could no longer do so. In order not to crash in flames, I shut off both engines, and carried out a belly landing in a meadow. The place of the force-landing was Mill Hill , Shoreham Downs; the time was 13:50 hours on 4th September 1940. With that, the active war service for my Bordfunker and myself ended. I myself was not wounded, Uffz. Bendjus was slightly wounded. Our aim to set the aircraft on fire was not to be. We were soon greeted by Home Guard, and transported into captivity to a nearby village. On the way we were greeted by a British officer, who claimed to have shot us down. He apologised for not being able to take us for a drink at the officer's mess with him."
The Battle of Britain was now in its 55th day, and it now appeared more than ever that plans were now to be made to make an attack on London itself. So the RAF got another reprieve just when they were almost destroyed. The war of purely military targets was over and total war, or war between peoples, was now a reality."In England they're filled with curiosity and keep asking, 'Why doesn't he come? Be calm. Be calm. He's coming!' . . . It is a wonderful thing to see our nation at war, in its fully disciplined state. This is exactly what we are now experiencing at this time, as Mr. Churchill is demonstrating to us the aerial night attacks which he has concocted. He is not doing this because these air raids might be particularly effective, but because his Air Force cannot fly over German territory in daylight. Whereas German aviators and German planes fly over English soil daily, there is hardly a single Englishman who comes across the North Sea in daytime. . . They therefore come during the night and as you know, release their bombs indiscriminately and without any plan on to residential areas, farmhouses and villages. Wherever they see a sign of light, a bomb is dropped on it. For three months past, I have not ordered any answer to be given, thinking that they would stop this nonsensical behavior. Mr. Churchill has taken this to be a sign of our weakness. You will understand that we shall now give a reply, night for night, and with increasing force! . . . And if the British Air Force drops two, three or four thousand kilos of bombs, then we will now drop 150,000, 180,000, 230,000, 300,000 or 400,000 kilos, or more, in one night. If they declare that they will attack our cities on a large scale, we will erase theirs! We will put a stop to the game of these night-pirates, as God is our witness. The hour will come when one or the other of us will crumble, and that one will not be National Socialist Germany. Never! Never! I have already carried through such a struggle once in my life, up to the final consequences, and this then led to the collapse of the enemy who is now still sitting there in England on Europe's last island."
. . . said Dowding at a meeting that day. He explained that he must now categorise all squadrons. "A" will consist of all those squadrons in the front line of defence which would include all squadrons in 11 Group plus those in 10 and 12 Groups that would most likely find themselves also in the front line. "B" would be those squadrons that were not in the front line but were prepared and ready to be transferred to a front line airfield, and "C" would be all those squadrons that have reached exhaustion or have not yet reached the level required for operations in the front line."We have squadrons that have been involved in combat from first light right through until dusk, they have operated like this for days on end and that includes many of our experienced squadrons. These men are not immortal, they are human beings, day after day of prolonged combat has made them tired and they are exhausted.We cannot win if we have pilots who cannot even stand up."
Oblt. Günther Scholz was made acting Gruppenkommandeur of III./JG 54 in place of Hptm. Fritz Ultsch who was killed the day before."This moment is a historic one. As a result of the provocative British attacks on Berlin on recent nights, the Führer has decided to order a mighty blow to be struck in revenge against the capital of the British Empire. I personally have assumed the leadership of this attack and today I have heard above me the roaring of the victorious German squadrons."