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The Spitfire was just a dream come true. It was just a beautiful airplane. And, I fell in love with it right away. It was a very demanding plane--you made no mistakes. It's like riding a horse, you know, if you've got the best of the plane, you'll fly it and enjoy it. But if the plane gets the best of you, you're in deep trouble.
They posted the whole wing out to the Middle East, and we went by boat around the Cape of Good Hope, up to Durban [South Africa] on the [RMS] Rangitata ... and then, from there, we got on the [RMS] Mauretania, and went up to Egypt on it. They put us on a truck and we trucked from Cairo, right up to the front lines.
That's when we started at El Alamein. We took two squadrons and we'd go out to the Mediterranean, tight on the deck, to get away from the radar, and then come up on the beach and we would strafe the whole German line. See, the German line was about, [on] Alamein, was about 50 miles [80 kilometres] in length and, at the far end, was what they called the Qattara Depression. It was a type of sand that you couldn't go through, so that was more or less the end of the El Alamein line. The other [end] was the Mediterranean, which was about 50 miles.
So we'd sweep behind this area, shoot what we could, and then come back and land. As we got closer to the last battle of El Alamein, we would do sweeps over the El Alamein line, the 50 miles, and we'd go from one end to the other, and, as soon as you were attacked by [Messerschmitt Bf] 109s, you'd form what they called the "death circle." You'd go around, around. Well, finally, you had to go back for fuel or you'd spin out, or something, and the Germans would pick you off very quickly.
We did this for a while, and then the British smartened up. And what we would do [is] we'd patrol with two squadrons and groups of four, eight, 12--and then four, eight, 12 [more aircraft]--[from] about 10,000 feet to about 15-18,000 feet. We'd stack our planes up and patrol, and as soon as the 109s came, the whole 24 planes would turn into them and, after that, our losses were very few.
Air warfare is not like hand-to-hand combat: it's impersonal. And you know they're going to try and shoot you down, you're going to try and shoot them down. We were doing this sweep around Cape Bon in Tunisia. We were up around 20,000 feet, and the Spitfires were down around 15-12,000 [feet], and Wing Commander [Ian Richard] Gleed, who is one of the famous Battle of Britain pilots, was leading the Spit Vs and Neville Duke was leading the Spit IXs
Neville ... had wonderful eyes. That's the difference between the aces and the not-to-be aces, was their ability to see. Neville spotted all these airplanes right on the deck, going towards Tunisia. [While going around Cape Bon, Neville] called down to Wing Commander Gleed and said, "There are enemy aircraft right on the deck." Well, Gleed says, "I can't see anything." Neville Duke, he says, "I'm going down." So, we went down and went right by the Spit Vs right down into these transports and 1 was able to get one, but the 109s came down right after us, and they shot up the Spit Vs, and Wing Commander Gleed was killed on that occasion. We lost two or three pilots, but we shot down a number of these big transports.
Our squadron was the first fighter squadron to land in Sicily at Pachino, So we landed there, and then a flight of us took off to do a sweep. I ran out of fuel and had to make an emergency landing on D-Day plus 1, in the middle of Sicily. I should have bailed out, I guess, but I decided to land and made a real good landing on a field. Just before I stopped, I hit a plowed field and went up my nose, which didn't do much damage. But, I looked up and here's about 30, 40 Italians coming down at me. I wondered what to do. I was the first Commonwealth fighter plane to land in Sicily, after the invasion.
So, these people came down and I didn't know what to do, but they offered me a bottle of wine and I thought, well, that's poison. And this guy polished it off, took a drink, and handed it to me, and then he starts speaking fluent English! And they were Italians that had been over in New York State and Mussolini had brought them back and settled them in this area. And they spoke as good English as I did.
Anyhow, I said to him, "I want to get back to the British." So, I sent up one guy to see if he could find the British and he came back about three hours later; he couldn't do it, couldn't find them, and so I got a hold of them and we walked for about two or three hours. The Calgary Tanks were coming up, so I tried to hail them, but they went right by me. Finally, a jeep picked mc and took me back to my headquarters at Pachino. So that was an interesting episode.
May 2013 marks the 70th anniversary of "Black May"--May 1943--the turning point in the Battle of the Atlantic, when German U-boats suffered their greatest losses against Allied naval forces in the Second World War. Allied technical and tactical developments--including the ability of aircraft to ensure full protection of convoys across the ocean--also resulted in a significant decline in Allied shipping losses. These images are culled from the Memory Project's Second World War Atlantic veterans.
Caption: ABOVE: Bill Gwynne and Gordon Wilson, British Desert Air Force, pose on a Supermarine Spitfire during the Battle of El Alamein in 1942. (ALL PHOTOS ARE COURTESY OF THE MEMORY PROJECT)
Caption: Gordon Wilson (second from left) with fellow pilots in Italy, 1943. Wilson flew with the Royal Air Force in the North African campaign, as well as in the Mediterranean theatre during the Second World War.
Caption: Desert Air Force ground crew and pilots pose on a Spitfire in Tunisia, 1943. Gordon Wilson served with No. 244 Wing of the Royal Air Force until his squadron was transferred to Italy.
Caption: Gordon Wilson's fellow pilots in Sicily. 1943. Their squadron of Spitfires was one of the first to arrive in Italy at Pachino.
Caption: Clockwise from top left: 1) Photo taken on V-E Day in New York Harbor. Naval veteran Robert John Caption: Pickering was present and a friend of his holds a newspaper marking the occasion. May 8. 1945. 2) Lieutenant Carol Hendry (kneeling at right) and comrades in the Women's Royal Canadian Naval Service plotting positions on tactical table, 1944. 3) Harvey Burns on an Oerlikon 20mm cannon. The loader. Lorne Jackson from Montreal, is on the right. October 1942. 4) A survivor from the sunken HMCS Esquimalt going ashore from HMCS Sarnia, April 16, 1945. Esquimalt was sunk by U-190 and some of its casualties can be seen at top left. 5) HMCS St. Croix rescuing a merchant ship crew after seven days at sea in 1942. Edgar Penne father. 6) WREN on large signal lamp, signalling in Morse code to a ship in harbour. Halifax, 1945.
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