Category Archives: 1942/02

Am sitting in Watch office and we see 12 Jap bombers come over. Then like a bucket of gleaming fish we see the bombs falling, then the whistle, and as they seem to be using the Watch office as their … Continue reading →

Yesterday I do a recce of Moulmein aerodrome with fighter cover. Nearing it I see a cloud of dust and expect something to be taking off, but no, and from 6000′ I see something like a DC2 and four fighters … Continue reading →

I go to Bassein and back in a Lysander. F/Sgt Falconer and his men drive off to Magwe, after I have gone down to docks the night before and stole what rations they want. Yesterday we are all packed up … Continue reading →

I have to go and get the kite from J. Walker. I do a recce whilst Burt Mann does his first (recce) solo then he does the afternoon one. I go to town, borrow Paddy O’Malley’s motorbike and go swimming … Continue reading →

Yesterday I do two recces in my Hurricane over the Bilin-Thaton area. The first time I see nothing, and then I drop two messages on a company of KOYLI’s who are cut off at Yimon. Later heard this successful and … Continue reading →

Yesterday I go off and bomb Moulmein railway station. I follow Pete Jennings and drop mine between two engine sheds in what I hope is a slit trench. Then C.O. says “you and Dickie go and fly Hurricanes”. We go … Continue reading →

Pete Jennings and I have dinner with the DSP, one Benson, an excellent dinner after rations, though we don’t sit down until about 10.30 pm. On Friday 13th the C.O. and I fly down from Magwe, as all serviceable ‘Lizzies’ … Continue reading →

I go off with F/Sgt Perry but get foxed by the satellite landing ground – Hilton and I and four of 1 Squadron under Pritipal Singh. Namsang is at 3200 and pretty cold, though hot baths had been laid on … Continue reading →

Joe Nelson arrived and collected me from Z and he, I, and Dickie go to the golf club and get rather drunk with the war correspondents Gallacher, Webber and Stow (‘Snow White’). Next day I load up with two 250s … Continue reading →

Last night they come overhead three times, so we don’t get much sleep. This morning we see a small Balbo cross over to Ningaladon and fighters weaving trails in the sky. (JDW: Early WW2 RAF jargon, which often referred to … Continue reading →