A. Stewart MncDmm/d D.F.C., MD. C..M. 
     
    
   
   
    
     we took off, I would have to get up and stand behind the 
     
     Pilot. 
     
    

    
     There was a hatch in the Navigator's cabin, so that 
     
     if one had to parachute, all one had to do was pick it up 
     
     and jump out. A friend of mine (the top student in our 
     
     class at Malton) was coming in to land at about 500 feet, 
     
     when the pilot said, ”Jump.” He grabbed the hatch and 
     
     jumped but fractured both his legs and arm, as well as 
     
     leaving him with double sight. His rear Gunner was sitting 
     
     at the back of the plane waiting to land, not knowing about 
     
     the ”Jump" order. When the plane landed he went flying 
     
     through the air, through the windshield, and landed in the 
     
     next field behind a hedge. When he looked over the hedge 
     
     and saw all but one of his crew dead, he fainted. His total 
     
     injury was that he fractured his kneecaps. 
     
    

    
     Sgt. McCall was in a warm heated upper turret. It 
     
     was the one I was supposed to open, stick my head out 
     
     and take star shots. Lucky me, I never was so lost I had to 
     
     depend on the stars. The rear Gunner took charge when he 
     
     sighted a fighter on our tail. He would call out, ”prepare 
     
     to corkscrew" and would call out the number of yards the 
     
     fighter was behind us. When at 600 yards, he would call 
     
     for “Corkscrew” which meant the Pilot would swing the 
     
     plane and make a head down dive. We were told that it 
     
     would be considered toward a tour, as it was off the coast 
     
     of Denmark, where there were many German fighters. 
     
     Although we were eight hours and 25 minutes, we were 
     
     never given credit for the trip, even though we landed a 
     
     night before we had our night circuit and bumps (taking 
     
     off and landing). 
     
    

    
     My first flight was over France, three hours, 
     
    

    
     45 minutes - it was what we called a ”piece of cake.” 
     
     However, the second trip was to Stettin and lasted nine 
     
     hours and 30 minutes. 
     
    
   
   
    
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