It had been a hot windless day in 1944 in southern Italy and RAF Pathfinder Halifax's were flying overhead on their night journey eastwards to lead a 205 Bomber Group attack on the Black Sea oilfields of Ploesti. On the ground a Canadian pilot was driving seven of us, Australian, British and Canadians to a darts competition with our neighbouring Squadron.
Amid high expectations of an exciting evening, we motored eastwards along the dusty Foggia Manefredonia road and turned off towards the encampment of 178 Squadron faintly visible in late evening light amongst olive groves in the distance. On nearing the squadron we negotiated a newly constructed curve on a high embankment, then took a track leading to 178's Officer's Mess, a marquee and Nissen hut erected near a farmhouse.
Our hosts for the occasion were an English pilot and his Geordie navigator. They met us and, in friendly ribaldry, determined to show up these Pathfinders from 614 Squadron and we seven were determined to not let down our Squadron.
The evening went swimmingly in darts, drinks and chit chat amongst various groups of flyers, swapping yarns of attacks and in talk of home and the progress of the war. The hum of voices and laughter went on well into the night. Some 178 bods took pains to point out that 614 Squadron had been late to put down their Pathfinder markers on a recent target and 178's planes were kept waiting for the Pathfinders to do their work. We were only too sadly aware of our imperfections. Navigation at night over a blacked out Europe was difficult enough, with bad weather, ground mists and enemy action making things tough. But so often our Pathfinder electronic gear failed too and we could be left spending precious minutes searching for that elusive target while anxious bombers circled, waiting to come in and drop their bomb load so that they could fly off home again. Nevertheless our darts night was a great success and we made many new friends.
Departure time came and we seven walked out to our vehicle in wartime darkness. Our Canadian took the wheel again and amid shouts and farewells we gathered speed. Then it happened! Our driver overshot that dangerous corner and we rolled over the newly constructed high embankment and ended in a deep gully below. All of us were shocked, bruised and bleeding, and blood from a cut in my forehead poured down over my face.
Help came from our friends of 178 and they soon had their medical staff patching us up. Their doctor discovered I had an injury to my neck and forehead and worked to support me from my shoulders to my head. It was very late indeed when we arrived back at base!
We met at breakfast next morning just as our Commanding Officer, Group Captain Laird, came in fuming. No only had he discovered his car had been used without permission and was badly dented, but he also discovered seven of his key flyers arrayed like hastily patched up casualties of the latest ait battle. When he heard our story the set lines of his strong handsome face showed how troubled he felt, for 614 Squadron was short of experienced Pathfinder crews. So many crews had flown out into attack and not returned. Pathfinder Halifax's lay shattered in distant places as far afield as France, Germany, Czechoslovakia, Austria, Hungary, Rumania, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia and northern Italy.
Breakfast that morning became a fearfully silent affair as we seven meditated on just what our Commander had in mind for us. We had not long to wait. We were called to 614’s dressing station where Doc Francis and his ever helpful assistants set to work to make our injuries more presentable, outwardly at least. However, Group Captain Laird did not let us off the hook. He had us listed to fly into attack that night and be part of the force leading the bombers northward into Europe and we had to make the best of it. For me it was a most unpleasant flight. My neck was too painful to turn and I was in such misery I couldn't have cared less if the whole of the Luftwaffe had attacked us!

by Tom Scotland

Written by: Tom Scotland
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