Even though the events in this story took place a long time ago, they are still vivid in my memory. Perhaps the setting down of this one of many experiences may help to exorcise some lingering effects.
This story is not unique. Like hundreds of other twenty year olds, I was the pilot and captain of a Lancaster four-engine heavy bomber. The target for the night of the 24th June 1943 was the German city of Wuppertal in the Ruhr valley. Dusk was falling and with propellers lazily ticking over, my bomb laden aircraft was one of 15, queued nose to tail, at RAAF Station Binbrook, Lincolnshire, waiting its turn to take off.
460, Squadron, one of five Australian heavy bomber squadrons in Bomber Command, had already achieved a proud record. Even so, by the end of World War 11, my squadron had flown more sorties (6,264), dropped more bombs (24,856 tons) and received more decorations than any other squadron in the history of the Royal Air Force.