My life before war
Before the Second World War started, I was always able to eat eggs, Poached, fried, boiled or scrambled, they all tasted delicious. Then, World War II came along and i had to eat egg powder instead, it tasted nothing like normal eggs. Soon after, I heard that the RAF served fried eggs to the men that worked there, so I decided to try and get enlisted for the army (only for the eggs).
How I got in
To be able to get in, you had to be a certain height, you weren’t allowed to wear glasses, you had to have perfect hearing and you basically had to have nothing wrong with you. Basically if you had medical issues, you couldn’t work for the RAF. So it was quite difficult to get in. (I was made to work as a tail-gunner).
Training
As our training was during the war was going on, we had to be out serving the war as soon as possible. We had target practice in a turret on wheels! It was funny because all tail-gunners got called “Tail-End Charlie” and my name was Charlie! I also learnt some RAF slang.
Bandit- An enemy fighter
Bang on- Right on target
Gone for a Burton- Killed in action
Hot potato- A risky operation
In the drink- To land in the sea
OP- Operation or mission
Mae West- An inflatable life vest
Piece of Cake- An easy operation (Which we still use nowadays)
Skipper- The pilot
Wizard- Brilliant!
Wizard Prang- A successful op
Our last training op was a real mission over enemy-occupied Holland to drop ‘Window.’
At war
Whilst at war, I kept feeling drowsy, I was playing Orchestra playing in my head. Then, I saw coloured lights in the sky, at the start i thought they were fireworks but to my surprise it was tracer from a Messerschmitt 109! That made me remember that i was at war! I quickly attacked back, but the fighter passed my window like a streak of lightning. Luckily, Bill got us out of trouble, I was terrified. Then someone called to check on us, everyone else was okay but I just lay there in a puddle of blood, I was luckily still breathing.
RAF Hospital
After the incident, they took me to the RAF Hospital and when I woke up, it was Christmas Day! I smashed my jaw and could have lost my head. When my wounds healed the commanding officer must have thought i’d done enough because he didn’t send me back. So he posted me to a desk job in England instead, where I met a lovely lady called Muriel Jones..