A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M. 
     
    
   
   
    
     next morning we were called up, and had to go and pick 
     
     up a plane that had landed at a nearby station. The Pilot 
     
     was quite mad when he found out they had not defused 
     
     the bombs. The flight back was only 15 minutes, but I 
     
    

    
     am quite sure few crews landed two loads of fully fused 
     
     bombs in only a few hours. However, when the fog finally 
     
     lifted and the aircrew got active again, it stopped the last 
     
     great attempt for the Germans to turn the war from them, 
     
     as we had them on the run. 
     
    

    
     The flight to Brockmouth was one to remember - 
     
     we not only had a lot of flak holes in the plane, but we had 
     
     four GU 88 fighter attacks. The worst of all our flights over 
     
     Germany; we no sooner dodged one than it was followed 
     
     by another - it was one of the most risky trips. 
     
    

    
     Another night we arrived at our Squadron. 
     
     Although we could see our airfield, the Pilot said we were 
     
     supposed to land a couple hundred miles to the South. 
     
    

    
     I was so mad Ijust said 180 degrees. In the meantime I 
     
     found the spot on the map and kept plotting our track, but 
     
     we never changed course until we landed on the English 
     
     airfield. 
     
    

    
     The next day the Pilot arranged that he and I go 
     
     for a glider trip. There were about 20 parachute jumpers 
     
     which we saw jumping, which left only Ken and me as 
     
     passengers. The four engine Sunderland which was towing 
     
     it, let the glider go and we flew for 15 minutes and seemed 
     
     to come straight down, sailing like a bird on the runway. 
     
     The following day - that was not the last of the gliders 
     
     - when we were ready to take off, there was quite a heavy 
     
     fog. We were given the order to take off, and were at a 
     
     speed of around 6 mph when we spotted the front of the 
     
     large Sunderland towing a glider - Hell broke out from the 
     
     control tower with red flashes, etc. We got stopped about 
     
     30 feet apart - one of my closest fatal misses. I often 
     
    
   
   
    
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