
This is a book about the consequences of the air war over Devon.
Describing Dartmoor as the last wilderness in southern England, it gives
details about the aircraft that crashed there during World War Two.
What is surprising is the total comes to more than forty. Illustrated
with photographs, it has accounts of more than two dozen accidents
involving the aircraft that came down on the slopes of Dartmoor. Despite
involving British, American and German forces, all cases are treated in
the same ‘matter of fact’ manner. Although it was a time of war, only a
few of the crashes came about because of enemy action, but with many it
seems the weather played a large part.
The first chapter, ‘The Day the
Battle of Britain came to Tavistock’, tells how in 1940 a top secret
installation at the village of Wotter led to a German bomber being
forced to crash land at Tavistock. The following chapters deal with a
variety of aircraft that came to grief on the moor during the war; from
one of the oldest fighters then in the RAF, a Gloster Gladiator biplane,
to the loss of two of the very latest twin engine Westland Whirlwinds
that crashed ‘somewhere near Princetown’. There is an account of what
caused a high flying German reconnaissance plane to come swooping down
to earth at Scorriton. But one of the saddest tales is about a Liberator
bomber of Coastal Command returning from a long patrol over the Bay of
Biscay. There is a full explanation as to why it should have come down
in a field by Plasterdown as the crew struggled to make an emergency
landing.
Undoubtedly some of the stories are tragic, but they are
nonetheless fascinating. They show how fate can play a part in the
outcome – sometimes for the better, but not always. There are tales of
amazing escapes, like the one about the crew of an American Flying
Fortress returning heavily damaged from a bombing raid on Lorient. Then
there is the piece about what happened to Basil Browne, a nineteen year
old RAF sergeant and how he happened to be on an American weather plane
that crashed above Bridestowe on Christmas Day 1943. There is also an
epic account of how the quarrymen at Meldon ventured out in appalling
weather to look for the crew of a Wellington bomber that had crashed
‘somewhere up on the high moor’.
There is a whole chapter devoted to
Harrowbeer, the only operational air station on Dartmoor. Built early in
the war, the airfield was home to a number of fighter squadrons. There
are details about the aircraft and pilots who came down on the moor
whilst flying from the airfield. It concludes with an explanation as to
why the President of the United States should have paid a flying visit
to Yelverton.
At the end of the book there is a list of the casualties.
Some of them survived to fly again, but sadly many did not. What is
amazing were their ages, the oldest was only 27. They came from all
walks of life and from all over the globe. The majority of RAF crews
were volunteers coming from as far away as New Zealand and Canada.
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