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Book Review: Birth of the RAF (& Gallery)

(LONG-READ COMPOSITION)

THE order to ‘Scramble’ had finally come and the ever-eager Squadron Leader Douglas Bader led his team of Spitfires and Hurricanes in a fast ascent into the sky over southern England.

It was September 1940, the height of the Battle of Britain. In the distance, a cluster of black dots scattered across the sky.

Over the radio came the cry: ‘Bandits, 10 o’clock!’ There were 70 of them, Dornier bombers and their fighter plane escorts. Bader closed fast, ignoring the streams of tracer streaking at him from their rear gunners.

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A Messerschmitt floated into his sights. He gave a quick burst of fire and felt a moment of triumph and relief as he saw it fall, smoke pouring from its tail.

Relief turned to fear as there then followed a horrible, jarring shock as German cannon shells slammed into his own plane. Instinctively, he banked hard left as his cockpit filled with smoke. He was going down in flames.

Gripped by the inevitable, he pulled back the hood to bale out – until the slipstream cleared the smoke and he realised the fire had miraculously gone out. He was all right after all.

Using all his strength and skill, he eased the Hurricane out of its screaming dive and gave chase to another Messerschmitt, firing three sharp bursts.

It veered groundward and seconds later exploded. But Bader was in real trouble now too, his aircraft crabbing awkwardly, left wing dropping, holes in the cockpit and the side of the airframe.

His flying-suit was gashed across the right hip. Somehow, he nursed the Hurricane back to base, landed, taxied to the maintenance hangar and climbed out, barking: ‘I want this aircraft ready again in half an hour!’

Here was the raw, do-or-die courage, the refusal to be beaten, that came to typify Britain’s Royal Air Force. The service is now set to celebrate 100 years since it was founded on April 1, 1918.

The formation of the RAF had a difficult birth. Conceived in panic against the wishes of the other armed forces, the RAF was sniped at from all sides and only just managed to survive as an independent organisation. It was a good job it did.

It nurtured the likes of the indomitable Bader (who’d lost both his legs in a pre-war crash when showing off his aerobatic skills), without whom the Battle of Britain, its finest hour, would not have been won. It has proved its worth ever since.

Spitfires Oil Painting

Oil Painting: ‘Spitfires’

 

IN a new book by historian Richard Overy, it comes as a surprise to learn that getting the RAF off the ground took herculean effort – and very nearly didn’t happen.

Britain had war planes in service ever since the start of World War I, with their importance in battle growing even though flying then was still rudimentary and dangerous.

Flimsy planes made of wood and fabric and held together with wire were liable to break up or crash.

Pilots took to the air in combat after just a dozen hours training, wrapped up in layers of clothing and multiple balaclavas to keep out the cold in the open cockpits. There were no parachutes.

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Arts, Drama

Whodunnit: ‘The Necklace’

Issue No. 6 in the Whodunnit series. Tap into your inner detective by explaining how Inspector Parnacki believes he knows who the thief is in this case.

IT was past 9pm when Inspector Parnacki arrived at the home of Jackson and Isabella Stone. The snow that had been falling all day had finally stopped a couple of hours earlier, so the journey hadn’t been too unpleasant. He was met at the top of the driveway by a chilly-looking police officer. Parnacki showed the policeman his badge and asked for a report.

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The officer began, “An extremely valuable diamond necklace belonging to Isabella Stone was stolen from the house an hour ago, sir. Mr and Mrs Stone are entertaining longstanding friends this evening, a couple named John and Kathleen Acosta. None of the four report noticing anything suspicious until Mr Stone discovered that a ladder had been placed against the side wall, leading up to the window of the main bedroom. The group searched the house and he found that the necklace had been stolen. I have personally verified that the intruder is not anywhere to be found at the scene. He must have climbed in and out and made his escape before anyone noticed. Everything was in order when the Acostas arrived at 5.30pm, but the crime could have taken place anytime between then and 8.30pm, when the theft was discovered.”

Inspector Parnacki thanked the officer and asked to be shown the ladder. He was then led round the front of the house to the side. The snow was a mess of footprints, both around the house and to and from the small garden shed. The ladder had been placed carefully against the side of the building, reaching up to an open window. Was that something flapping? Parnacki took hold of the ladder and squinted up at the window, flinching slightly as the ladder sank into the snow. The flapping turned out to be just a piece of curtain blowing around in the breeze.

“It came from the shed?”

The officer nodded. “Jackson Stone positively identified it.”

“I should have a word with the Stones and Acostas,” Parnacki said.

The two men then went inside the house and into the sitting room, where the four friends were gathered. It was a pleasant room, neatly furnished and tidy, comfortable rather than prosperous.

After the introductions, Parnacki asked the four to give him their accounts of what happened.

“We didn’t realise anything had happened,” said Isabella Stone. “Not until it was all over, anyway.”

“Yes,” said Jackson Stone. “I went to the bathroom a little before 8.30 and spotted from the window that the ladder was resting against the wall. I couldn’t make sense of it, so once I was finished I popped outside to check, and there it was, out of the shed and running straight up to the bedroom window. So, I came back inside and raised the alarm.”

John Acosta nodded in agreement. “Jack rushed into the room looking most alarmed and told us there might be an intruder in the house. He and I immediately checked to make sure we were safe, while the ladies telephoned the police. I searched downstairs, while Jack looked upstairs. I was quite relieved to discover that no knives appeared to be missing from the kitchen.”

“That’s when I discovered that Isabella’s necklace was missing, and the thief with it,” Jackson said.

“We checked everywhere, inside and out,” said Kathleen Acosta. “No sign of either the necklace or the thief. It’s quite alarming.”

Inspector Parnacki nodded thoughtfully. “And I suppose the four of you have been together all evening?”

“Of course,” said Isabella. “In pairs, anyway. Kathy and I have made a couple of trips to the kitchen.”

“I see,” Parnacki said. “I should remind you, Mr Stone, that insurance fraud can carry a very significant prison and custodial sentence. I trust that the necklace will be found dropped in some suitably convenient location.”

Stone paled, and the other three gasped.

“Good evening,” Parnacki said, and sauntered out.

 

Why does Inspector Parnacki think Jackson Stone is the thief?

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Arts

‘Setting Standards’

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN was a statesman, an inventor, a publisher, a musician, a postmaster, a scientist, a civic activist, a Founding Father of the United States – he was a real over-achiever!

The key to getting so much done may have resided in a notion of his called the 13 Virtues. In an effort to be the very best person he could possibly be, Mr Franklin drew up a list of things he ought to aspire to. And he checked his progress on them every day.

They included moderation in eating and drinking, letting all aspects of his life have their place and time, not spending money unless it was to do good for himself or others, wronging no person, thinking innocently and justly, and imitating Jesus Christ in humility.

Did he succeed? Not always. His increasing girth in portraits show that moderation in food and drink was a struggle, for example. But did he benefit from trying. Undoubtedly!

If we set ourselves high standards we will, inevitably, fall short. But we will still rise higher in the attempt than if we had set no standards at all.

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