SERGEANT WARD’S STORY

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 6 August 1941, Page 3

SERGEANT WARD’S STORY

CLIMB ON TO MING AT 13.000 FEET Hanging on to the wing of a Wellington bomber Jjy means of toeholes he had kicked in the surface, Sergeant J. A. Ward. R.N.Z.— A.F., fought a petrol blaze at 13,000 feet after a recent raid on Munstei, the Westphalian capital. There had been very little opposition ovt Munster and the crew were returning well satisfied with the night's v.ork. But suddenly, when they were flying er the Zuyder Zee, a Messerschmitt 110 came up from underneath and its guns raked the bomber from end to end. The front gunner was wounded in the foot. The bomber’s starboard engine was badly damaged, the hydraulic system and the wireless were put out or action, the uidercarriage fell down, the bomb-doors fell open, and the in-ter-communication set failed. The ! pilot's cockpit was tilled with smoke ! and c umes. But, worse of all. a sheet of flame four or five feet long gushed out where one of the petrol feed-pipes in the wi:v, had been split open by a cannon shell. It must have seemed to the German pilot that the bomber’s end had come, for he did not break away, but closed in recklessly to about 20 yards. Then he turned and exposed the belly of his aircraft, and as he hid so the rear gunner sent 200 rounds crashing into The Messerschmitt rolled over on its back and apparently out of control, went down in a steep spiral dive with smoke pouring from its port engine. The bomber was flying at 13,000 feet over the sea and the pilot decided to make for the nearest land. The starboard engine was developing only a third of its power and the other engine was over-heatir dangerously and had to be nursed. The flame from the leaking petrol pipe settled down, after <he first blaze up. .to a strong jet of fire two or three feet long, blowing back from the wing. There was every danger of the fire spreading and it was possible that it. might reach the petrol tank in the wing. The pilot ordered all the crew to stand by with parachutes on and ready to abandon aircraft. Some of the crew knocked a hole through the side of t.»c fuselage and tried to reach the fire with the extinguisher, but the stream from the extinglisher was blown away by the wind. They threw out all the coffee fro: their thermos flasks at the flames but the only good this did was to damp the wing fabric round the fire. THE LAST RESORT When a’l had failed the second pilot —Sergeant Ward—decided to climb out along the wing and try to smother the (ire with the cockpit cover. In the ordinary way the cover would not have been there but the pilot had brought it to use as a cushion. At first the second pilot was going out without a parachute as he thought this would lessen the wind resistance, but xe rest of the crew insisted that he should wear it. They tied a rope from the dinghy round his waist and

with the navigator holding the end of the rope he climbed out o£ the astrahatch. He had to get down about three feet from the hatch to the wing and then another three feet along the wing. “First I had to hang on to the astrohatch while I worked out how I was going to do it.” he said, “then I hopped out on to the wing. I kicked holes down the side of the fuselage which exposed the geodetics and gave me my 1 foothold. I held on with one hand I 1 till I had got two foot-holds on the wing. Fire and blast from the Messerschmitt's cannon shells had stripped ) part of the wing covering and that { helped. "Then I caught hold of some of the j sections of the wing with the other | hand and managed to get down flat ion to the wing with my feet well dug i in and hanging on with both hands. | Once I could not get enough hold and lifted me partly off the wing j and sent me against the fuselage ! again. But I still had my feet, twisted 1 in and I managed to get hold of the > edge of the astro-hatch and worked j myself back on to the wing again, j “It was just a matter of getting } something to hang on on. It was like | being in a terrific gale, only much ! worse than any gale I’ve ever known. COVER BLOWS AWAY “As I got along the wing I was be--1 hind the airscrew so I was in the slip- | stream as well. Once or twice I thought I was going. I had the cockpit cover tucked underneath me and as I lay flat on the wing I tried to push the cover down through the hole in the wing on to the leaking pipe where the fire was coming from. But the i parachute on my chest prevented me j from getting down close enough to the wing, and the wind kept on lifting I me up. | “The cover nearly dragged me off. 1 ; stuffed it down through the hole but as j soon as I took my hand away the terj rifle wind blew it out again. My arms were getting tired and I had to try a ! new hold. I was hanging on with my l . arm when, as soon as I moved my | right hand, the cover blew out of the | hole and was gone before J could grab |it The rear gunner told me aftcri wards he saw it go past his turret. “After that there was nothing to do | but to get back again. The navigator i kept a strain on the rope and I pulled myself back along the wing and up the side of the fuselage to the astrohatch. holding on as tight as I could. Getting back was worse than going out and by this time I was pretty well all in. The hardest of the lot was getting my right leg in. In the end the navigator reached out and pulled it in. The pilot: Hew on. “All the time,” he said. "I kept thinking that it would be a prison camp for us and I thought we might | just as w 'll be in a dinghy in the j sea if the worst happened. The sea j looked nice and calm, anyhow.” | Over t North Sea the crew jet- { tisoned their front guns and aminuni- ; tion and their flares. The wireless ! operator got his wireless working again ; and sent a message to base. ' V. took one hour and a half to ! toss the North Sea. They were 10 ; miles off the coast of England when ; the petrol which had made a pool in- | side the wing blazed u > furiously and i burnt more holes in the fabric. But. ; then as suddenly the fire died down [ and at the same time the flame from i the petrol pipe went out. The pilot, flew inland and, with no j flaps and no brakes, and with bomb doors open, he circled a strange aeroI drome which he had chosen because it , had a larger landing ground than his own base. He called up the flare path: “We have been badly shot up.” he said. “I hope we don’t mess up your flare path too badly when we land.” He landed | safely.