‘TIL WE MEET AGAIN
On September 19th of this year, the Vintage Wings of Canada open house featured the reunion of James “Stocky” Edwards and his Second World War Kittyhawk fighter. While Stocky received much-deserved acclaim and gratitude that day, two other veteran fighter pilots, Sergeant Pilot Frank Waywell, a Western Desert Air Force (250 Squadron) P-40 Kittyhawk pilot and Flight Sergeant Harry Hanna of Glasgow, Scotland, a 602 Squadron Spitfire pilot , were also in attendance. Both men met a few years ago as members of the Oakville Golf Club and were astounded to learn they had both been Prisoners of War in the same camp – Stalag Luft IVB – a camp dedicated to the incarceration of airmen. While they each had spent more than two years there, neither had met.
While in Gatineau for the Open House, they were introduced to our resident veteran Spitfire pilot and raconteur Bill McRea. After a short conversation with McRae, Frank Waywell, uncovered another stunning coincidence – he and Bill McRae were both part of a 50 pilot re-enforcement to the Middle East that travelled to Africa via Takoradi, Gold Coast (now Ghana) onboard the battleship HMS Nelson. Neither had met, but most certainly stood together on the deck of Nelson.
Their animated meeting with McRae inspired both Waywell and Hanna to put down on paper for the first time in 60 years, their thoughts and memories from that time. The following vignette by Frank Waywell tells us of that sea voyage that he and Bill McRae took so long ago. Fate still plays its part 67 years after their voyage. Let’s let Frank take us back:
"On the 7th of May, 1942, I graduated from 59 Operational Training Unit at Crosby-on-Eden in Cumbria, in what is known as the Lake District. With a total of only 202 hours flying time, 54 of them on Hurricanes, I was declared ready to join an operational squadron. The following day, with the necessary paperwork complete, I travelled home for nine days leave.
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Arriving late in the evening, I visited for an hour with the beautiful Alice, my bride to be. The very next day we were married and went by train to the resort town of LLandudno on the North Coast of Wales for our honeymoon. It was to be a short but glorious time for us. We climbed the 3,560 foot slope of Mount Snowdon and danced in the evenings to the latest Andrews Sisters hit “Apple Blossom Time” at the restaurant where we had dinner. The music was beautiful and the words so appropriate to our May wedding:
One day in May
I'll come and say:
"Happy the bride the sun shines on today!"
What a wonderful wedding there will be,
What a wonderful day for you and me!
Church bells will chime
You will be mine
In apple blossom time.
Things were happening pretty fast for us. We returned home to find a notice requiring me to report at Wilmslow, in Cheshire, which I knew to be an overseas posting base that was fairly near home. I was one of a group of fifty newly-minted fighter pilots. After inspection each morning I applied for a sleeping out pass to be with Alice. After three days the rookie Squadron Leader was so annoyed with two guys who would not make up their beds that he grounded us all.
I went to the orderly room and demanded an interview, where I told him such action was against regulations, and demanded my pass. Telling me not to say anything, I got my pass every day, even the night before we moved out.
The time with my bride was fast coming to a close however. The fifty of us boarded a train for Scotland, where we embarked on the massive battleship HMS Nelson at Gourock on the Upper Firth of Clyde, and sailed from there on May 30, only 21 days after my wedding. I was not to see my beloved bride nor my home again for more than three years.
The peacetime complement of HMS Nelson was 1,000. Wartime was 1,500 plus 500 passengers. Our group was split up and my little section was placed in an inner room which appeared to have been a library. With nowhere to hang hammocks, we slept on tables or benches. By the time it reached our area, the air was third hand but we were excited to be on our way. The creature comforts would not improve for me for the next three years.
We sailed in Convoy WS19P way out into the North Atlantic to avoid submarines for as long as possible, and after several days came back across the Bay of Biscay. HMS Nelson had been designed to have three gun turrets forward and one aft. Due to the peacetime armament agreements, this would have put Nelson over gunned and over sized, so the rear turret was eliminated from the design and the stern shortened. As a result, in rough seas the truncated ship twisted and turned like a corkscrew. We had one call to battle stations as U-boats had been reported in the area. Otherwise, life was quite monotonous.
A small aircraft carrier, HMS Argus, with her escort (HM Destroyers Salisbury, Keppel, Leamington, Wells, Beagle, Douglas, Blackmore and Derwent) was with us from the Clyde. Argus left the main convoy on June 5th. This was HMS Argus – ferrying aircraft to Gibraltar to be put aboard another carrier and launched when within range of Malta. We were relieved that we were not the pilots for that operation.
As we got farther south, it was much warmer. We saw flying fish and strange sea birds. Below decks, it was hot and muggy. We all wanted to be in the open as much as possible, but it was forbidden to sleep overnight on deck. Before dawn each day the guns were checked and the turrets were traversed back and forth. Unfortunately two men ignored the order and were crushed to death by a traversing gun turret. Both Waywell and Bill McRae were part of the burial at sea detail - which they discovered 66 years later.
The convoy sailed into Freetown and we were transferred by lighter to a small passenger vessel which was said to have operated in the St Lawrence Seaway. The conditions were better in that we were not as cramped for space, but there was no air conditioning and all the flour on board was rancid.
After a few days we docked in Takoradi. This was the point to which aircraft bound for the Middle East were shipped in parts and assembled - eventually to be ferried in stages through Lagos, Kano, Khartoum to Cairo with many refueling stops en route. At that time the organization was in the process of establishing a pool of Ferry Pilots who would be familiar with the aircraft and the territory. We had been losing too many airplanes en route for various reasons.
Because of the problem with malarial mosquitoes we were issued with tropical kit which included pith helmets, long sleeved shirts and almost knee-high suede boots which had to be worn from 4:00 pm until bedtime. We were there about seven days. The local taxis were small pick-up style trucks with benches and a roof for sun protection. People would be carrying all kinds of goods including livestock. The drivers liked to get up speed and then disengage gears and switch off the engine to save fuel. Most of the women were bare-breasted.
With about 23 others I was flown by Pan American Airways in an early version DC-3. My recollection is of aluminum bucket seats down each side of the aircraft and no seat belts. We stayed overnight in Kano on July 4th and were shown a movie in the open air
After several refueling stops we arrived at Khartoum, Sudan. There we were told to eat at the RAF Mess. We now know that we were being held back as Rommel was attempting to by-pass Alexandria. After just one poor meal at the Mess, I said to two of my pals “We are going back to the Pan Am dining hall until they throw us out”. We got away with it.
After about a week we flew on with stops to Cairo and ended up in the Transit Camp at Almaza near Heliopolis. From there we went on to No.1 Middle East Training School and then to 250 Squadron, where fate awaited me."
Sergeant Pilot Frank Waywell
Kittyhawk Pilot, 250 Squadron, Western Desert Airforce
Postscrip
In 1943, Frank went down with engine failure in the middle of a strafing run in Tunisia near the coastal town of Sfax and was captured. He was first interned as a POW in Italy and then Germany (Stalag IVB)
Four years ago he discovered that one of his golfing friends, Harry Hanna, had also been in Stalag IVB
At Vintage Wings open house, he met Bill McRae who had been one of the 50 pilots aboard Nelson outbound for Takoradi and had been made part of the funeral detail with Waywell.