Most dangerous seat in the house. My dad’s cousin was a tail gunner on a lanc and bought the farm on his first mission.
Most dangerous seat in the house. My dad’s cousin was a tail gunner on a lanc and bought the farm on his first mission.
There were 2 friends of my dads that I remember who were lanc pilots. One became an aircraft mechanic. He owned a j-3 cub but wouldn’t fly it until he had an inordinate amount of rum in his belly first. The other became a psychiatrist. Went off the rails one day and ended up as homeless guy in Toronto. Lots of post war casualties.Mentioned this here before, my Dad had a mate who had been a Lanc pilot and was seriously fucked up from it. One of the worst things he told my Dad was how on returning from an op they often had to use a hose to remove what was left of the rear gunner from the turret.
Yes. My dad was based in leeming bar for 4 years ( on the ground) said he was almost an alcoholic when he got back. Though he did witness a lot of nastiness, the drinking was more from boredom. Although my mum was from Leicester and went home to visit frequently, my dad vowed to never return.Flying in Bomber Command with their insane casualty rate was a recipe for mental illness after the war.