Diary of Flying Officer Clifford Timothy O'Riordan, 1942-1943 - Part 6

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Second World War, 1939–45
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January

I knew exactly how he felt.  Remember

my first brief at Sydney Police Court.

my voice shook, my hands trembled

& my knees knocked. the lecture

platform Gremlins who are a tribe

too old to fly, but can wreak devestation

on the framed got him. My talk

on "search" was an easy one.

Sun 10.  Cold & sleet. Combat reports

& discussion. The wit of the class

is F/Sgt Paddy Moore an Irishman.

Should be on the stage.

Monday 11. The authorities have

decided that since the weather wont

clear, we had better do so, and we

leave to-morrow afternoon. Farewell

party. Vern Haaften the dutchman put

on a good act.

Tuesday 12. G/Capt Beaunish said good-bye

& apologised for our accomodation.

marks were read out. Got 72% & the

[[hop?]] in Lecture. Previous high in lecture was

a Cambridge lecturer in 40 course !!

Left at 12. Said good bye to Ted &

Dave. Two hour wait at Spalding

& walked around town with Hilton.

January
Arrived Doncaster 9. and stayed the night.

Struck Bruce Oliver at pub. They have

been at Lindholme converting and are

going back to Squadron tomorrow also.

Told me Dave Galt is safe & just

arrived back in England - Cheers. Its

about a record. He went down on the

Stuttgart do on 25th October.

Wednesday 13  To Breightan 3 PM. The mess

is practically ruined. 14 holes in roof where

chaps have put their feet through on

Xmas party. They also rode motor

bikes around the mess. Jimmy Thomson

was standing on mantel over fire, fell

off & was run down. No injury.

Peter Jackson ½ rolled a Lanc over

Essen one night & Pete Isaacson &

crew have gone to Pathfinders.

Thursday 14. Court Marshall at Holme.

Defendant Sgt O'Keefe, fitter, won Stawl

Gift & other foot races charged with

insubordination. Called W/O Coutes a 

f billy goat, prize c and lousy

bastard. Refused to leave the

mess etc. & I got him off! my

rep as 'the shyster' is growing.
 

 

January
Friday 15.  Dillworth is new C.O. [[?]]
was sick 21 days, down to Sq/Ld. and is
going home to Australia. I am now
in Sq/Ld Camplin's crew. There are
war correspondents on station & something big
is brewing. 3 fresher crews on ops tonight
on easy target if any are easy. (Bruce Oliver’s crew missing)
Saturday 16.  Tammy looking for gunner
for the Winco. Said I’d go. Briefing
saw the big do up which has been
joked about many times but never come
off yet Berlin. Flying in mid upper
as controller. Climbed to 20000 & flew
at that all the way. Cloud 10/10 all way
moderate icing. Saw M.E110 near
Stettin & took evasive action. Got to
target and found the one clear patch on
whole journey over Berlin. Made a
steady run in moderate flak and
dropped our 4000 pounder
smack on the pinpoint. It looked like the Cologne
show. Weaved our way back & not
troubled by a thing except the cold.
Winco flew perfectly. We were
the last to land & the vis was
very poor. Just got down & five minutes
January

later you couldnt see fifty yards. 8 hrs 10 mins.

Saturday Sunday 17. On again tonight. Same

target. Airborne at 6 PM and set course same

as last night. 30 miles from Danish coast

Osborn in rear turret reported a '110 making

an attack from Starboard quarter down.

We turned in & lost him. Had another

attack over Denmark & another at point

60 miles from Berlin FW 190s, in each

case we corkscrewed successfully. The

flak was heavy & vis bad over target.

Stooged around 25 minutes to make

special report. Attacked 10 mins after

leaving target by ME & near Denmark

by an 88. Avoided them by correct.

evasion action. Got coned in searchlights

& the skipper nearly put us in the

deck in a vertical dive. [[?]]

[[?]] frozen & just pulled her out but

we got away. Predicted by flak all

the way & had to weave like  bell.

Leaving Danish Coast a searchlight

picked us up & began [[?]] from

vertical to horizontal in our 

direction. Knew what to expect

& when an 88 dived on us we weaved

 

January

and corkscrewed like hell. Couldnt.

get my sight on him at all & in

the middle of it my seat collapsed.

Sad to ½ kneel ½ stand for rest of

journey. Tired as well.

Monday 18.  Standown Australian

correspondents up to get official

story. Billy Wendans crew had to

bail out & arrived just in time

for the party. We gave them

the facts which no doubt they

will dress up nicely. Corfethe

bomb aimer in Wendans crew is

gone. His chute got tangled with

his intercom cord & didnt open.

Tuesday 19 Got leave with Camplins

crew. Arrived London 3 AM & finally

got in at Nelson's girl friends' mansion.

Hamilton house which has been

converted.

Wednesday 20 [[?]] Col Shade

& Pat Boyle at Codgers. Col finished

his ops & gets smashed up at O.T.U.

The only one to get out of the plane

alive. He walks like an old man

and his back has to be operated on.

January

went to Murrays Club a jewish dump.

Friday 22  Sharing a room with Sam

Landy at Regent Palace. Hes spending his

leave listening to the 'smiler' murder trail.

Beat the town up with Shade & Boyle

tell me Triggs has got a DSO.

Saturday 23.  Polvady [[bronchitis?]]  a [[?]] Only

get up for meals.

Monday 25  Still crook but got to go

back. Went Kodak house & ran into

W/C [[?]]. He doesnt look well.

Ran into Ilford DFC & bar on Pathfinders also

John Ross. Caught late train.

Tuesday 26.   Arr station Jack Stainstreet there

large as life with a couple of sticks

& going home - lucky devil. Dickie

Osbornes crew went the other night.

Old Stewie Meglin his rear gunner was

one of the brightest lads on the 

station. Got a letter from Jim

Crocketts father. Hes very cut up and

tries to disguise it . went bed crook

Wednesday 27.  Batman woke me with

news that our Adj John Kearns had

died during the night. cerebo spinal

meningitis. He was only sick about

 

January

twelve hours. Much overworked. Couldnt

take leave because no one to relieve

him. Dam shame a fine fellow

I went with a corporal & saw

his effects put together.

Ops to Dusseldorf to-night. We

arent on for which Im glad as my

cold is not so good. Six crews

going. Helped them on with gear

& went out to see take off. Lent

[[?]] Simpson my helmet.

Thursday 28.  All back from last

night but my old crew Brittingham 8.

Billy Matchett the observer & trained

with in Aussie & Canada. Bobbie

Rogers the W.O.P was an Englishman &

a fine chap. Norm Simpson the bomb

aimer a cheerful happy go lucky kid

Ian Brodie a quiet fine chap &

Martin the rear gunner. By all

the rules I should have gone with

them, but because I was away on

the C.G.S. course for six weeks they

had to substitute another gunner in

my place & when I came back put

me in the Flight Commanders crew.

January

Britt himself knew it was coming. Has

had three shaky do's before & should

have been taken off. Im sure he

wanted that but would never say it.
Hope to God they are prisoners of war.

Friday 29.  Heard about Paddy Boyle & his tie. When he gets full

he hides his money in all sorts of wierd places. He

met a WAAF and finished up sleeping with her. He had 

secreted a pound in his tie & when they got

dressed the next day the ties got ruined & he found

himself with the girls tie minus a quid.

Saturday 30.  Briefed for high level formation

with mosquitos. First flight with Camplin as

skipper. At 10000 ft I asked for more [[oxygen?]]

After that, things are a bit hazy, but for three

and one half hours we flew at 23,500 ft, temperature

minus 35 and I had no electric

heating & no oxygen! Found later that the

pipe going into turret had broken off. Was

unconscious most of time & suffered extreme

cold. Ears filled up on coming down & the

Doc grounded me for a week. Terrific headaches

during evening & all symptoms of being

drunk. Glad of a chance to get rid 

of my cold and feed up a bit.

 

January 

Sunday 31. The boys have gone to Hamburg to-night.

MacLaughlin has taken my seat in Camp's crew. I

went over for the take off at midnight. It was

cold and rainy. The chaps were in the crew room

Joking away and smoking. I Had my first

opportunity to look at shops going on a raid.

On other occasions I have been too busy to

worry about the others. I helped some of the new

chaps put on their electric clothing. Nobody mentioned

the target, but it was in every mind. Hamburg is

not called 'Chopburg' for nothing. Its the place where

many a good man has 'got the chopper'. Met looks

fierce. Two fronts to go through and a lot of icing.

Suddenly the trucks arrived, and the crews

bundled into them, carrying their gear. The navigator

with a large satchel and sextant. The WOP

with his flimsies and Gyro machine, the gunners

with their parachutes & 'Mae Wests'. These are

left in the fuselage as there is no room in

the turret for them. After the buses had

gone, the flights officers were strangely silent.

An engine coughs and breaks into a roar.

Others start & soon the air is sent by the

32 motors of eight Lancaster's running up.

Ten minutes of this and the engines roll.

It is a threatening mutter. Then the marshalling  

January

begins. The giant machines, with navigation lights

on, taxi from their dispersals to the end of the

long runway.  Each machine has a 'cookie' (400

lb high explosive) and incendiaries aboard.

The leading machine Z for Zebra is now in 

position. The A.C.P. flashes a green on his Aldis

lamp. The engines growl, then roar, then scream

and Z, Zebra moves with increasing speed down

the runway. He takes a devil of a time to

ge off. You hold your breath, and a quick

prayer flashes through your mind. At last he

lifts and the wheels retract. The other aircraft

follow in quick succession, and soon the

roar of circling planes blots out everything

else. Hope to God they all get back. Its a

six hour journey, and as the boys jokingly

say "fraught with peril".

Monday 1st.  All safe from last night. Paddy Boyles

instrument (air speed ind) froze & he went through

the target unaided & got a photo. Baron Keys

also got one. Stiffy Horne made a mess

of a training flight & is grounded. Jimmy

Craft & Jackson of Alec Warles crew, have got

their commissions and are  screened.

Tuesday 2.   Went to Holme to change my electrical

stuff. Called in at Pub on way back & met

 

February 

LAC Rowe who was in Middlesex Hospital with

me. Decent chap. Just been posed here as a sniffer.

The boys are pranging Cologne to-night. Who'd have

thought there was anything worth belting left in

Cologne after the big raid.

Wednesday 3.  All back except Sullivans crew

which landed away, shot up a bit by a

night fighter. Got four letters from

home.

Friday 5. rain and cold. I'm absolutely 

brassed off with this war. It doesn't

look like ever ending. Life is a

mixture of boredom & hectic times. A

man misses the company of his own

women folk. If you take the 'second

best' you get more tied up than ever,

and you remember those illicit hours when

you are settling down for the run

to the target, with eternity just round

the corner. Its not worth it.

When I am feeling this way, I normally

go to the local & get a gut full of

beer. Tonight I haven't got the energy.

Sunday 9. Went to see the Doc this morning

to get his OK to fly, but after he looked

in my ear he said that its still a bit

February 

inflamed & that I had to go to Ranceby to see

the specialist there.  The boys went

to Lorient - a piece of cake.

Monday 8. Took train to Grantham. 4 changes

and mighty cold.  Stan Ricketts came as

fa as Leeds. He is going to get a pilots

course. He's pretty hot too. When we

were coming back from Berlin & well out to

sea, I saw an unidentified aircraft 500

ft below us. I immediately gave the

order for corkscrew evasion. When I

got another look I found it was a Lane

& put him back on course. I didn't

know until later that it was Stan, the

bomb Aimer  who was flying the Life at

the time & not the Winco. He was

asleep in the bomb Aimers position.

Tuesday 9.  Saw the ear specialist. He blew out

my ears & told me I had to stay on the

ground for ten more days. Came home

via York. A liberty bus was in there

& I stayed with Jack Kirby, George Peterson

and Bill Wendon. Went to the dance

at the De Grey rooms. Had a pretty measure.

First dance in God knows how long.

Kirby got hooked with an awful bag.

 

 

February

Wednesday 10. Op's Wilhelmshaven. Scrubbed

at 5 PM. Ten tenths all over Europe and

down to the deck. An amazing picture

'A Yank at Eton' was shown in the airmens

mess. Afterwards there was a 

party in the Sergeant's mess for Stewie

Woods & who has been screened & is

going to a conversion flight at Bliton.

Heard about Shade & Richardson

putting on a drunken turn in London.

They were in Trafalgar Square at

[[midnight?]], and looking at Nelson on his

column.  Shade:  "Hello Lord Nelson".

Hello Lord Nelson". Lemon Control calling.

Ar you receiving me? over to you over"

Richardson "Hello Lemon control!

"Islet" Lord Nelson calling. Receiving you

loud & clear, Strength niner. What is 

my turn to land please? What is my

turn to land? over over."   "Hello islet

Lord Nelson. Lemon control here.  Circle

at 1500 feet. your turn to land is 'three' -

' three - over over."  "Hello Lemon control

I've been circling at 1500 ft for five hundred

bloody years. Each time I get in

the circuit, that bastard Lord Wellington

February

cuts me off".  They tell me that a couple 

of policemen and a few tramps were highly

amused.
Thursday 11.  Got to go to the military prison
at Northallerton to-morrow, to see an AC II
who has asked me to defend him at
a court martial in a weeks time. They
couldnt hold him in the guard room. He
escaped three times from close arrest.
Ops Wilhelmhaven. All back by 11 PM.
Friday 12.  To the 'pen' at Northallerton.
Ive heard about the 'glasshouse' & now ive
seen one. Pretty grim. A converted civilian
prison. My blokes excuse for going AWL
is trouble at home. His wife is going
around with a merchant seaman. Dont
blame the poor devil. He hasnt a
chance though. He has ten previous
convictions. Went to see 'Dangerous
Moonlight' at York on way back. A super
film with grand music.
Saturday 13.  George Viner came up to
visit us. He is now with 461 on boats.
Have me all the news of Wauk, Lubby &
Veane. Reckons it is a complete rest cure
after coastal bomber command.
 

 

February
Sunday 14.  Got a divorce case to advise
on to-day from Holme. May as well
put up my shingle.
Lorient pranged again. I would be
u/s when the easy targets are going.
Monday 15.  Ops Milan tonight and
I’m not on. Bet they start ‘Rhur
bashing’ as soon as I’m fit.
Tuesday 16.  Stand down. Went to
pub with Paddy Boyle & a few other.
Pat was telling me how keen he
was these days to get a good photo
of the target, & how he keeps her
straight & level for ten seconds
after ‘bombs gone’. I told him
it was nice to have known him.
An Aussie R.C. padre has come
to the station for a visit "Father Pierce".
He’s the roughest diamond I’ve struck
in a long time, but a nice chap.
Wednesday 17. W/O Dillworth has been
posted and we have a new C.O. - Martin.
He trained under the Empire Scheme!
Heard that Stewie Woods was killed
in a crash this afternoon. No
future in OTU stuff. News is through
February
that Osborn is a prisoner of war (wounded)
and that only two of his crew were killed.
Poor old Stewie Meflin was one.
Thursday 18.  To Holme for the court martial.
Plea of guilty and I threw myself around
for half an hour in a plea for
leniency. Seemed to go over all right.
Got a lift back to Breighton with
W/Cdr De Boulay in his Proctor aircraft.
Bonzer little job, just like a car.
That’s my idea of flying.
Friday 19.  Orderley dog for the day.
Standown. Party to farewell Dillworth.
Bar rigged up in ante room. Quite a
decent show. I made a determined bid for
section officer Knatchtall-Hugesson, a WAAF from
Holme and a cute blonde at that.
Saturday 20.  The Doc checked my ears and pronounced them
OK. Standown so went with MacWilliam to Goole.
A dirty little town but with some amusing singing
rooms in the pubs. One barmaid was the dead
ring of Mae West but very cross eyed.
Sunday 21.  Got to communion. Ops but we are
not on. Being in the Flight Commander’s crew
is just one long holiday. All the time I
was grounded I didn’t miss a trip.
 

 

February
Tuesday 23.  Mess meeting. Never heard so much talk
and so little business. McKinnon and Mould are two
new faces in the mess. They have just got their
commissions.
Wednesday 24.  Went to Selby with Ron Mould from Cooma
and had a game of golf. Drives OK, but [[?]] bad.
Course in very good condition. Went to bowling
club later with Doug Miller and had supper at his place.
Thursday 25.  Ops Nuremburg tonight. Nazi headquarters.
F/O Surgeon came to see us. He got grounded for
his eyes and has the greatest bludge job in the
world. He goes around the country with
an exhibition of pictures taken by the
photographic section of the RAF and explains
them to the admiring customers. He has lent
MacLaughlan his bike, and there are now
about seven motor bikes at flights, but only
one or two not u/s.
Friday 26.  Lovely sunny day. Almost home weather.
Nothing doing for us. Steve Macullagh is browned
off. P/O George was made a pope last night at
the seven sisters. They play the 'Cardinal Puff' game
which is a good way of getting cut quickly.
I’ve made myself official handicapper for the
shove hapenny championship. G/C Cammy reckons
I’ve handicapped him out of it.
February
Sunday 27.  Standdown, & slept till mid-day. In
evening Bruce Hurst asked me to make a four
for the Owl Club at Selby. Anne and Plunk two
of the WAAF officers completed the party. We went
in Bruce’s tinny car, which he bought from
W/C Kaufmann for £10. Had a nice party.
Allan Dr Blackie, who turned up with Goodbody
& insisted on paying our bills. Got as far as
Selby with the car when she conked. Bruce
spent about half an hour sucking petrol
(stolen) through the pipes and we got home.
Sunday 28.  Got to mass in the morning. Ops on,
but our crew not needed. Had an hour on the
bunk in the afternoon. At 4 PM met MacLaughlin
who told me that the rear gunner in Younger’s crew
was u/s. Volunteered to take his seat, but
without joy. Only their fourth operation.
Take off six o’clock for St Nazaire the U-boat
base. Got to the target OK. Terrific
fires and plenty of searchlights & flak. A
hell of a lot of stuff was coming up from
Lorient which should be absolutely bare
by now. Heating didn’t work too well &
I was like a block of ice when I was
pulled out of the turret. Saw no night fighters
or anything to trouble us but plenty of our
 

 

March.
own aircraft, which made it all fraught with
peril. Paddy Boyles crew came back
with a bit of luck. Over the target an
incendiary bomb (one of our own) went
right through the aircraft and started a fire
near the ammunition boxes. The WOP
put it out. Good show.
Monday 1st Got up at 12 and found that we
were on tonight. Camp' said it was a
good thing, which made me suspicious.
At briefing, we heard the worst. The
big dart Berlin! We had to book the
[[?]] back on his Luftwaffe day.
C. Charlie our kite, but was changed at the last
minute to the standby kite D, Donald. Took
off at 6.40. The starboard outer didn’t function
at all on take off & I didn’t feel so happy
stooging around Breighton with a 4000 pounder
on board with the likelihood of a quick landing.
Set course and with a spluttering motor headed
for the target. Just before reaching the
Danish coast, the second magneto went u/s &
the skipper called for a vote, as to whether
we would go on or not. I said nothing.
If anything, I would have preferred to go
back, as it was a long and difficult
March
journey. Nobody had any ideas much, so on
we went. The flak & searchlights at
Syft were a forerunner of what we were to
meet on the way. Liesburg, Rostook, Lubeck
every northern town gave us a welcome &
we were careful to keep clear of their heavy
defences. The path-finders dropped their
navigation flares (orange cascade) right at the point
we expected them. The run to the target was a
piece of cake. It had been lit up for us & was
just as bright as Broadway. There must have
been at least two hundred searchlights over the
target, but the flak was negligible. We made
a [[?]] run on the point of aim & took ten
photos. Coming out was not so easy.
We had to skirt Hanover, Hamburg, Hamm,
and Bremen. Got quite a lot of predicted
flak close to us on several occasions. Bremen
was very active. Had to go for two & one
half hours over the worst part of Germany
before we were clear of the enemy coast.
Finally got out over Rotterdam. Even then
we were pooped at by flak ships thirty
miles out and just when I was having
my coffee. To finish the evening we nearly
ran into the balloons at Grimsby. On return to
 

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