DONALD LAMBIE’S WAR - Episode Two
April, 2020
Originally planned as a two part series, this story of one man’s experiences in the Second World War will now span three episodes. It is the story of an ordinary line Spitfire pilot at the very end of the war told through a series of unpublished photographs from an album discovered in an antique store in Ontario.
When last we saw our intrepid aviator, in Episode One of Donald Lambie’s War, he had boarded Hired Military Transport (HMT) Andes in Halifax for a crossing of the Atlantic.
At this point in the war, with Germany on the defensive, the time left to join the fight was diminishing for Lambie and his comrades. The summer before, the Wermacht had made no headway and were fought to a standstill at Kursk. The previous winter and in the summer of ‘44 they were pushed steadily across the Ukrainian Steppe, out of Crimea, back from Odessa and Sevastapol and west from Leningrad in the north. The Soviets were clearly in the ascendancy in the East. Stalin and the Russian General Staff were pushing the Allied leadership hard to launch an invasion on Germany’s western flank, to penetrate the Atlantic Wall and release pressure on the Soviet Army in the East.
In the Mediterranean, the Germans had been forced from North Africa and Sicily and were slowly being pushed up the length of Italy. The Italians were long ago done and Co-Belligerant forces were even fighting the Germans to win back their country. It was clear to anyone with a newspaper subscription and a basic understanding of extrapolation that Germany would eventually lose the war. For eager and committed men like Lambie, it was entirely possible that they would never get the chance to contribute to victory.
Lambie’s troop ship left Halifax at the beginning of June. Then, somewhere mid-Atlantic, while he was taking in the warming summer air on the officer’s upper decks of HMT Andes, Allied forces fought their bloody way ashore at Normandy and the long-prepared for Second Front was opened. No doubt an announcement was made on the ship’s loudspeakers. As on many ships in the invasion fleet, General Eisenhower’s message to the invading troops may very well have been read out loud:
“You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade,
“The eyes of the world are upon you. The hope and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on other fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.
“Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is will trained, well equipped and battle-hardened. He will fight savagely.
“But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man-to-man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our Home Fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to Victory!
“I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full Victory!
Lambie knew by now that he was going onward to an Operational Training Unit (OTU) somewhere to learn to fly a front line fighter — possibly a Spitfire, P-51 Mustang or Hawker Typhoon. His recent Advanced Tactical Training course at Camp Borden taught him much about working air support for ground troops and armoured units and his thoughts about his immediate military future must have included training up on the beast known as the Tiffy, the pilots of which had a shorter lifespan than others. All these things must have been swimming around in his head as he lifted his kit bag in Liverpool and walked down the gangway and on to the land of his parents, a country he no doubt loved as much as Canada.
No. 3 (RCAF) Personnel Reception Centre
Innsworth, Gloucestershire, June 11 to August 3, 1944
When Pilot Officer Donald Lambie arrived in the UK aboard the troopship HMT Andes, his first posting was to the No. 3 Personnel Reception Centre (PRC) detachment at Innsworth, Gloucestershire about 150 miles south of Liverpool. This was a satellite facility of No. 3 PRC based at Bournemouth, Hampshire on the south coast of England. No. 3 PRC with its two satellites at Innsworth and Hastings, was the clearing house for all incoming RCAF personnel after they stepped off their ships. Here they would remain until a place was found on an OTU.
Lambie must surely have enjoyed his four weeks at Innsworth, for, by the end of the war, there were nearly 5,000 people living on the station, three quarters of them with the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force!
RAF Fairford, Gloucestershire
August 3 to September 6, 1944
Lambie and others waiting for a place to go languished in the presence of 4,000 women for nearly a month at Innsworth, so perhaps it was time to move some of these men elsewhere. On August 3rd, he was posted to RAF Fairford, some 35 kilometres to the southeast of Innsworth. Lambie writes in his personal chronology that he was engaged in “supernumerary aerodrome control”. Perhaps they we employed assisting the RAF staff in the control tower or other dispatching areas. RAF Fairford was a relatively new airfield having just opened a few months earlier in January, 1944. The timing of Lambie’s posting to Fairford is interesting as it was one of the bases from which gliders were towed to participate in Operation MARKET I (part of Operation MARKET GARDEN) a week after Lambie left. Fairford-based Short Sterlings of No. 620 Squadron, RAF departed from that field with Horsa gliders in tow filled with paratroops from the First Airborne Division. It seems possible Lambie was there to help out in the logistical and organizational activity related to the massive and ill-fated operations, arrangements for which would most certainly have started while he was there.
It was also likely that during his two months at Innsworth and Fairford, he explored the UK and spent some time with his relatives near Cambridge. The last time he was in Great Britain, he was a young boy dependent on his mother and Aunt Amy, and now he was a fully-grown, educated man and a fighter pilot — a modern day knight off to the crusades. Despite the seriousness of his purpose and the regulated life he was signed on for, Don Lambie could still find free time to explore, to renew old relationships with family and build new ones with comrades and female companions. It was a heady time for the young Canadian.
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No. 3 (RCAF) Personnel Reception Centre,
Bournemouth, Hampshire, September 6-13, 1944
The ORB for No. 3 PRC at Bournemouth tells us that Lambie was only one of an astonishing intake of 400 officer pilots and 81 sergeant pilots who arrived that same September day, along with many more officers and NCO navigators, flight engineers, wireless operators, bomb aimers, air gunners and hundreds more ground trades. When he left on September 13, he was one of just 8 officer pilots who had orders in hand for operational training or other purposes.
Though Bournemouth was a seaside tourist town, it was not always a safe place during wartime. There were nearly 10,000 Canadian airmen stationed there in May of 1943, accommodated in scores of requisitioned hotels, homes and luxury flats, and their presence in the town prompted a daylight “tip and run” bombing raid by the Luftwaffe. At midday on Sunday 23 May 1943, 26 Focke-Wulf 190 fighter-bombers, flying at wave-top level across the English Channel to avoid radar detection, climbed up over the town and bombed the central area, destroying 22 buildings and damaging a further 3,000. There were heavy casualties among the aircrew stationed there and several hotels were destroyed, in particular the Hotel Metropole where nearly 200, mostly Allied airmen, lost their lives including Canadians.
By the time of Lambie’s arrival on September, 6, 1944, however, the Luftwaffe presence had been pushed back into Belgium. Billeted at one of the many tourist hotels in the city, Lambie would spend only about a week here before a posting to Morecambe, Lancashire near Blackpool. During the week he did spend here, Lambie likely had a smashing time. Local restaurants and pubs, though hampered by rationing, now had several years of experience catering to Canucks, Aussies, Kiwis and Yanks with money to spend.
No. 2 Personnel Dispatch Centre,
RAF Morecambe, Lancashire, September 13-28, 1944
Just prior to boarding a troopship for the Middle East, Lambie transferred to Number 2 Personnel Dispatch Centre at RAF Morecambe. This station was not a flying station, but rather a collective name given to multiple hotels and facilities used by the RAF in and around the Lancashire seaside town of Morecambe, a few kilometres north of Blackpool. The International Bomber Command Centre at the University of Lincoln explains:
“Morecambe had a number of different roles within the RAF — a basic training unit, including WAAFs (about 80% of whom went through Morecambe), driving school, training centre for engine fitters and airframe fitters, transit camp [No. 2 PDC- Ed] and hospital. There was a non-operational airfield with three hangars where airframe fitters learned their trade on withdrawn Whitley bombers, whilst engine fitters worked in the numerous commercial garages commandeered, including the council bus garage. After basic training, recruits would move on, unless enrolled in driving courses (WAAFs) or were trainee fitters.”
As well as housing training facilities, Morecambe was, through No. 2 PDC, a collection point and jumping off station for overseas air force postings. Here, Lambie would linger for two weeks and acquire any tropical uniform gear needed for work in Egypt and Italy. The only reason I can see for Lambie to travel the 300 miles from Bournemouth in the south of England to Morecambe near Blackpool was to join a troopship departing from that port or possibly from Liverpool, 60 kilometres to the south. I believe either port was where he boarded HMT Alcantara for the voyage to Egypt, though it is not noted anywhere in Lambie’s records.
Off to Egypt
On September 28, 1944, Lambie embarked the troopship HMT Alcantara with other fighter pilots from Canada and enjoyed a sunny voyage south to Gibraltar and then across the length of the Mediterranean Sea to Egypt. By this time in the war, the German U-boat threat in the Mediterranean Sea was over. U-960, the last submarine to make it past Gibraltar and into the Med, was hunted to exhaustion in March of 1944 and the weaker Italian submarine threat had ended in 1943 with Italy’s surrender. I imagine Lambie truly enjoying his transit of the blue Middle Sea under sun-dazzled skies and cooled by fresh breezes on an adventure to a totally foreign world.
No. 22 Personnel Transit Centre (PTC)
Almaza, Egypt, October 11 -14, 1944
Alcantara disembarked her passengers in Alexandria on the south coast of the Mediterranean Sea in the first week of October. Lambie was taken on strength at No. 22 PTC, Almaza on the eleventh. Given that he would need to get to Almaza (which was in a suburb of Cairo) from Alexandria, it’s likely that his disembarkation was before the 11th. RAF Almaza had been an air station since the days of the Royal Flying Corps of the First World War when it was known as Heliopolis. The fledgling Egyptian Air Force found its roots there in 1932. It has the distinction of being one of very few RAF bases ever attacked and bombed by the RAF — which they did in 1956 during the Suez Crisis.
Lambie spend only a few days posted to 22 PTC before he was officially moved under the command of No. 5 Middle East Aircrew Reception Centre. I doubt he was physically moved from one to the other as they were both situated at RAF Almaza/Heliopolis.
No. 5 MEARC, (Middle East) Aircrew Reception Centre
Heliopolis, Cairo, October 14 — November 11, 1945
Lambie was probably getting tired of the “hurry up and wait” system he was forced to endure. Finally arriving in Egypt, he no doubt was looking forward to strapping on a Spitfire and getting to the work he had spent so many months training to do. The very thought of having gone through two years of training and then missing out on the big show was anathema to these young and eager men. Unfortunately, once he got to Heliopolis/Almaza, he was subject to yet another month-long wait for a slot on a Spitfire course.
Operational Training on Spitfires at 71 OTU, Course No. 70
RAF Ismailia, Egypt — November 11, 1944 to January 13, 1945
Royal Air Force Operational Training Units (OTU) were training schools that prepared aircrew for operations on a particular type or types of aircraft or roles. No. 71 Operational Training Unit was formed in June of 1941 at RAF Ismailia, on the Suez Canal north east of Cairo. Its task was to train Spitfire pilots and acclimatize them to desert conditions. The desert war was now over, but operations farther north on the Italian front were definitely going to be dusty and marked by deprivation and poor sanitation.
Ismailia had been an active station from the days of the First World War and as such had decades to improve living conditions for Royal Air Force officer pilots and other aircrew. There was even a tennis court!
For the first time, Lambie would have his own batman (or at least shared with a couple of other officers), a servant who would be responsible to wake him, make his bed, bring him refreshments, shine his shoes and maintain his kit. Unlike batmen in the UK who were generally low-ranking serving members of the RAF, his batman in Ismailia was a local man in kaftan and fez.
The OTU had two-seat Harvard trainers for pilot assessment, Hurricanes for refresher flying and of course Spitfires. Of his first ten flights at Ismailia, Lambie flew a Harvard six times and a Hawker Hurricane four times. Of those six Harvard flights, five were flown for assessment with an instructor named Flight Lieutenant Houle. Lambie has made a small notation next to Houle’s name: “CO 417” and then in another column note that he was “A good type. From Alberta”.
Albert “Bert” Houle had in fact been an instructor on Spitfires at the nearby No. 73 OTU, Abu Sueir, but that was more than a year before and he was indeed the legendary commanding officer of 417 Squadron, but by the time Lambie got to Ismailia, Houle, a Squadron Leader, was back home in Canada after being wounded in combat in February. Though Albert was his first name, he was not from Alberta, but rather the north shore of Lake Superior. The “CO, 417” note on his log book must surely have been a post war notation and Lambie got the two men mixed up. If anyone out there has a bead on the No. 71 OTU instructor known as Flight Lieutenant Houle from Alberta, Canada, please contact me at domalley@aerographics.ca.
The young Canadian fighter pilot’s first flight in a Spitfire took place on December 4, 1944, nearly a month after reaching the OTU — a one hour freewheeling flight after which he noted in his logbook: ”What a Kite — just like a bird!” He was finally, two years after enlistment, a Spitfire pilot! Lambie would spend three full months at Ismailia learning to fly the Supermarine Spitfire Mk VcT, a tropicalized variant of the Spitfire, the fighter of Lambie’s dreams.
In the beginning at Ismailia, the pilots were assessed in the Harvard and then brought their rusty skills up to speed on the Hurricane before stepping into the pilot’s seat of a Spitfire. In their Spitfires, they practiced close formation, battle formation, spins, deflection attacks, air combat, climbs to altitude, low flying, interceptions and more. After about 10 hours in Hurricanes and 21 hours in Spitfires, Lambie graduated to the Air Firing Squadron at No. 71 OTU where he got down to the nitty gritty of gunnery — quartering and stern attacks, circuits of pursuit, evasion and lots of shooting of their .303 Browning machine guns and 20 mm cannons.
Lambie was assessed by the Officer Commanding the Air Firing Squadron at Ismailia on his Air Firing and Bombing Assessment form as “Below Average” as an air-to-air and air-to-ground marksman, but scored an A- in air combat marksmanship. The OC’s remarks concluded with “Course use of rudder spoils his attacks”. Overall he was deemed an average fighter pilot which, as disappointing as that sounds, was an excellent result for any fighter pilot and proof he had mastered the Spitfire, for to be an average Spitfire pilot was to be an extraordinary kind of warrior.
Lambie and his cohort would be one of the very last groups to transition to the Spitfire at No. 71 OTU. After graduating from the course with over 38 hours on Spitfires, he was granted a one week leave. He and his course mates left on January 13, 1945 and the school ceased training on May 20, and disbanded a couple of weeks later.
On leave in ancient Egypt
January 13 to 21, 1945
When Lambie and his course mates at Ismailia had finally concluded their Spitfire training, they had some time to explore the exotic sights of Egypt. Some time was spent taking in the spectacle of the Pyramids and palaces of Cairo, but the boys wanted to get out of the grime, beggars and crush of the capital and head to cosmopolitan Alexandria on the Mediterranean coast of Egypt which had a more “European” flavour. “Alex” as it was called, had been a major Royal Navy base and command centre in the “Med” since the First World War — even bigger than Gibraltar and just as strategically important for its proximity to the mouth of the Suez Canal. Here they would find many seaside pleasures as well as good hotels and less chaos.
Bound for Italy
When Lambie’s leave was over, he and his friends made their way back to Almaza where once again they were billeted at No. 22 Personnel Transit Centre, this time for a week. On the 28th of January, Lambie and others climbed aboard trucks at Almaza and drove across town to Cairo West Airfield where a C-47 Dakota (KK158)* of 44 Squadron, South African Air Force was fuelled and ready to board his cadre of newly-minted Spitfire pilots and fly them to Bari on the Adriatic Coast where Italy’s stiletto heel joins its boot. When their gear was stowed aboard, the Dakota’s commander Captain Du Toit, AFC pushed the throttles to full power and lifted up out of the dust and heat and flew northwest towards Alexandria. Looking out over the port wing the young aviators caught a glimpse of the endless empty Egyptian desert drifting west for as far as the eye could see.
Soon, the sparkling Mediterranean slid into view, with the white wakes of lateen-rigged dhows, rusting coasters and naval shipping chalking the blue slate of the sea as they funnelled towards Port Said and the Suez Canal. Crossing the sand hard edge of the coast, Du Toit continued northwest towards Athens and soon they were droning across a vast blue expanse, half asleep under the drone of the engines, bundled up against the cold. After a long flight and a short stop in Athens, they lifted off again and headed east to Bari on the Adriatic. Here they were put up for the night and fed at No. 53 Personnel Transit Centre. The next day, before sunrise, Du Toit took off again with his passengers, flying south east to Malta and then, from there, north to Catania, Sicily to drop off cargo and passengers. In each of these stops, Lambie and the others got out to stretch their legs and take a close look at these now-famous airfields. Lambie’s camera was always close at hand.
After the stopover at Catania, they boarded again and flew north to Pomigliano, a major Italian military airfield outside of Naples before it was captured by units of the British Army in October, 1943. Here, Captain Du Toit would bid farewell to Lambie and his new Canadian friends and continue on back to base at Cairo West Airfield. Throwing their kit in the back of another lorry, the pilots were driven a short distance south to No. 56 Personnel Transit Centre in a Neapolitan suburb known as Portici. Lambie would spend a week at Portici in the shadow of Mount Vesuvius. The 1944 eruption of Vesuvius had been a major news story around the world the previous year with the Allies contending with both Nature and Nazis. No doubt Don Lambie was looking forward to seeing the legendary Vesuvius and the scars of the recent eruption. Luckily Naples and his new encampment at Portici were west of the volcano’s slopes and fared much better than the towns near Pompeii and American airfields like Poggiomarino to the east where the American 340 Bomb Group lost many of its B-25 Mitchells under the hot ash.
Perugia or Bust
After a week at 56 Personnel Transit Centre near Naples, it was time for Lambie to start flying operationally. It had been more than a month since the last time he had flown a Spitfire or any aircraft for that matter. No operational squadron wanted a pilot whose skills were rusty, so before he could be posted to a front line unit, he was sent to a Refresher Flying Unit (RFU) in country where he could get back up to speed without the worry of the enemy at his back. Lambie received orders to proceed to No. 5 RFU which was located at Perugia, Italy, a city that sits about halfway between Rome and Florence and is the capital of the Province of Umbria. It was a long haul from Portici near Vesuvius to Perugia in north central Italy and the train trip would take them through Rome where they waited long hours for a connection on to their final destination.
No. 5 Refresher Flying Unit (RFU)
Perugia airfield, Feb 9 - Feb 16
It took Lambie’s group three days to make their way north to Perugia, travelling in freight cars all the way, languishing for hours if not days in rail yards along the way. The boys were eager to get to a squadron, as the war was obviously coming to a close and they all wanted to test their skills and their mettle. They were so close, but the war laid down another speed bump in their way — No 5 RFU was packing up and relocating to Gaudo airfield back even farther south than they had come from. Gaudo was an Allied airfield near the ancient city of Paestum, 40 kilometres south of Solerno. While they were in Perugia for a week, I suspect they had little to do, save to visit the famed Catholic town of Assisi in the hill country 30 kilometres east of the field.
The airfield at Perugia was close to the small town of Sant'Egidio and is now Aeroporto Internazionale dell'Umbria San Francesco d'Assisi. The Luftwaffe simply called it Flugplatz 296. The conditions at Perugia contrasted greatly with their last training base at Ismailia. On January 19, 1944 SAS commandos parachuted in and planted explosive charges near seven aircraft, destroying four. Two days later the airfield was made unserviceable by 200 heavy bomb craters on hangars, taxiways and runways. On April 6, 1944, it as bombed again by 36 Mitchells. By the time the British 8th Army captured the airfield in June, it was a shambles.
While Lambie was there in early February, it was raining and muddy while they prepared to pack up and convoy the entire unit — mechanics, officers, instructors, students vehicles, spares and tools— by lorry south to the coast of Italy. I’m sure, as they convoyed south, Lambie was thinking they were going in the entirely wrong direction, further from the war, further from a squadron posting. Frustration was increasing.
No. 5 Refresher Flying Unit (RFU)
Guado airfield, February 20 to March 7, 1945
At the refresher flying course at Guado, there was no assessment or dual time on a Harvard. It was assumed these pilots were now fully trained and could be trusted with His Majesty’s Spitfires. Here, Lambie rolled up another 11 hours on Spitfires, this time on more modern Mk IXs. Before taking Spitfire MA707 on his first RFU flight, he signed an affidavit certifying he understood how to fly this aircraft and was “fully conversant with Flying Regulations in general and with those of 5 R.F.U. in particular; this I know the boundaries of 5 R.F.U.‘s flying area and that I must under no circumstances carry out any low flying” — obviously a unit form born of painful experience. Over a series of one-hour flights he got comfortable again, practiced something called a “pansy formation” (which I believe was close-in tight echelon formation vs the wider battle formation), bomb dives, strafing runs and tail chases.
Having completed his two last flights on March 5, 1945, he was certified squadron-ready.
Another week of waiting
Having been struck off charge with No. 5 RFU, Lambie was shifted in quick order back to No. 56 PTC at Portici, then over central Italy by aircraft to No 53 at Bari and then on to a Canadian Army rest camp at Brindisi on Italy’s stiletto heel. Once again, he seemed to be going in the wrong direction. A week later however, on March 15, 1945, he was flown nearly 700 kilometres north to Bellaria on the Adriatic coast with orders in his pocket to join 417 Squadron, Royal Canadian Air Force. And not a moment too soon as the Americans had just secured the bridge over the Rhine at Remagen, and within days Operation Plunder would see Allies —Americans, Canadians and British—pouring into Germany. The end was nigh and it looked like Lambie would finally get into combat operations and even get to celebrate victory as a fighting man.
Coming Soon
Donald Lambie’s War — Episode Three
Combat Operations with 417 Squadron, VE Day and War’s End
Stay tuned as Donald Lambie and 417 Squadron work their way from Bellaria on the Adriatic Coast to Treviso near Venice, attacking German columns all the way. There they celebrate VE Day and then give up their Spitfires and go sightseeing.