This is a true tale about a Halifax Bomber that had been on quite a few raids during WW2.
After the war these planes were put to service by helping to train glider pilots.
During 1947 the circular engine Halifax was sent to North Luffenham airfield where my hubby ( Cliff ) used to be a fitter on the engines. The Halifax Bomber was a replacement sent to teach Glider Pilots.
Before it was accepted it had to go on a test flight to make sure that it was safe to tow the gliders. On its first test flight it crashed through a fault in the control column. It turned right over on to its back and crashed in a ploughed field at the end of the drome.
One big cloud of dust that scared the living daylights out of the ground crew. Cliff said everyone was terrified of what they would find but the pilot, engineer and the radio operator all climbed out dusting themselves down and getting the dust out of their eyes.
Everyone was relieved and pleased to see all three climb out unhurt but to this day my hubby says he will never know how they did. Cliff was NOT one of those that had serviced this aircraft but there was a big enquiry as to what happened.
From what he could gather a bolt at the bottom of the control column had snapped.
Hubby said out of the Halifax and the Lancaster he preferred the Halifax because you could walk down the middle of it but with the Lancaster you had to crawl on your hands and knees to service them.
After his stint at North Luffenham Cliff was sent to Cottesmore to work on Mosquitoes. He also worked on the first Meteor. He said he enjoyed his time in the National Service and only wished it was brought back again to straighten some of the yobs out of today.
Out of the wreck of the Halifax Cliff had a piece of perspex from the windscreen and made this brooch for me below.
As am allergic to metal of any description be it gold or anything else this brooch has been worn at many venues over the years and still worn on hubbys birthday or Fathers Day although he died in 2016. I have never been able to wear my wedding rings even though we had been married for 67 years before he died.
We had some very odd looks at times when saying we were Mr and Mrs.
Its now 73 years since he first gave it to me.
To me although worthless it is priceless to me and will be kept in the family.
I very often wonder how many bombing raids has that little piece of perspex been on. If only it could talk.!!!
