Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Family War Heroes - Wilfred Roy Major (141709)

February 1943, and wintery Europe finds itself in the grip of a cruel war's fourth year.  The continent has endured perhaps its bleakest ever period, but in the last month, there is a glimmer of hope, and a feeling that the tide of the Second World War is turning – British forces have captured Tripoli from the Nazis, whilst in the east, the Red Army has scored a decisive victory in one of history’s bloodiest battles, Stalingrad.  It is 25 February, and at RAF Ridgewell, Essex, a young RAF pilot officer, attached to 90 Squadron from the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, catches up with the war latest in the newspaper.  Wilfred Roy Major, better known as Roy, has just earned his wings, and has flown his first mission over Germany with Bomber Command.  Tonight he flies his second mission, a dangerous bombing raid on the German city of Nuremberg.  It is the first night of a new ‘round-the-clock’ Allied air offensive that will see American aircraft pound German cities by day, with British bombers attacking them by night.  It is a devastating bombing tactic, which will claim thousands of civilian lives, as the war reaches its most terrible of conclusions.


Short Stirlings in flight (Source: WW II Vehicles)

It is 8.39pm, and Roy Major’s Short Stirling, BF410 WP-E, taxis across the runway and takes off, along with 337 other aeroplanes from airfields in the southeast – 169 Lancasters, 104 Halifaxes, and 64 Stirlings.  The 1000-mile round-trip will take five hours, during which they will encounter anti-aircraft flak and, even more menacing, German Messerschmitt fighters. If the bomber and its crew survives, they can expect to land back on British soil at around five o’clock in the morning.

Approaching Nuremburg at 15,000 feet, the crew spot the fires already blazing in the north of the city, and in the neighbouring town of Furth.  These fires were started by the flares of the 'pathfinders', dropped to mark out the target, so it could be more easily identified by the main bombers.  On this occasion, poor weather has led to some inaccuracy, and the northern fringes of the city, along with the aforementioned Furth, are bearing the brunt, along with the surrounding countryside. 


Nuremberg (Source: German Tragedy of Destiny)

Wilfred Roy Major’s bomber has dropped its load, and the crew is looking forward to returning home.  A cup of tea.  A soft bed.  English soil.  But then there is a stutter, an almighty jolt that throws the crew violently around their tin can.  The engines cut out.  Have they been hit by flak on their return journey?  Have they suffered the attack of an enemy fighter?  We don’t know the cause, but Short Stirling BF410 WP-E is falling frighteningly out of the sky.  Sergeant J. Carrick is the first to bail out of the aircraft.  He is also the last, parachuting to the ground whilst the machine nose-dives into the countryside, taking the seven other crew members to their deaths.  Sergeant Francis John Miles, the pilot, Sgt Arthur Vivian Derrick Hines, the flight engineer, Sgt George Pettinger, the navigator, Sgt John Henry Dyer, the bomb-aimer, Sgt William Hughes Bevan, the wireless operator, Sgt Eric Howeth Holmes, the air gunner, Sgt Wilfred Roy Major.  Aged 21.  On only his second mission.  A volunteer.  One of nine aircraft that did not return home on that terrible night.


Memorial to 90 Squadron at RAF Tuddenham (Source: War Memorials Online)

Sergeant J. Carrick was picked up by the German authorities, and spent the rest of the war interned in Stalag 8B (later 344) Lamsdorf prisoner of war camp.  He had the Prisoner of War Number 27633.  Wilfred Roy Major and the rest of the crew are buried at Durnbach War Cemetery, Bad Tolz, south of Munich.  The vast majority of those buried here are airmen shot down over Bavaria, Wurtemburg, Austria, Hassen and Thuringia, brought from their scattered graves by the Army Graves Service, as well as those killed whilst escaping from prisoner of war camps, or who died towards the end of the War on forced marches.  Wilfred Roy is buried close to the cemetery’s Stone of Remembrance, in Coll. Grave 11, H 1-7.  His connection to me is through my grandfather, who was Wilfred Roy's cousin.  
  


Wilfred Roy Major's Forces Record

First name:  Wilfred Roy
Initials:  W R
Surname: Major
DOB: Circa 1922
Age: 21
Nationality: British
Date of Death: 26/02/1943
Information: SON OF WILFRED DOUGLAS AND IVY MAY MAJOR OF EARLEY, READING, BERKSHIRE
Rank: Pilot Officer
Service Number: 141709
Campaign Medals: War Medal 1939-1945, 1939-45 Star
Service: Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve
Regiment: Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve
Battalion: 90 Squadron
Commemorated: Germany

Sunday, 23 February 2014

I love hockey!

And so, two weeks after the Winter Olympics began its crazy set of events in Sochi, we reach the climax of the Games – the men’s ice hockey final in the Bolshoy Ice DomeI’ve enjoyed ice hockey for a number of years, and it’s great to see it brought to British television, even if it is only once every four years.

Bolshoy Ice Dome, Sochi

So, who do we fancy for the gold medal?  It’s hard to bet against the defending champions, Canada, especially after their moral-boosting win over the USA in the semi-finals.  On the flip side, I’ve been watching the Swedish team with some interest – the Buffalo Sabres are well-represented here, with defensemen Jhonas Enroth and Henrik Tallinder both playing in yellow.  They're both cracking sides, each capable of winning gold so, like with all sports, it depends who turns up on the day.

Canada beat the USA in a thrilling semi-final

On the subject of colours, I had a brilliant find yesterday – this amazing Finland hockey jersey for only £16 from everyone’s favourite bargain store, TK Maxx.  Well, what’s a fella to do except buy it, especially when I have such a great collection to maintain; I’m hoping it will one day be as good as the sports shop in Banff!


A bargain buy!
Sports shop in Banff, Alberta (2011)
I’ll hopefully be enjoying a really good hockey final today, and as my photo might suggest, I’ve decided to nail my colours to the mast.  Not that it will go down ever so well with our resident wolf dog, Diefenbacker, a proud Canadian from Alberta. 

Diefs

Divided loyalties at home

Good luck Sweden, and all the best Canada!  Now let’s play hockey!

Thursday, 6 February 2014

"God said: Noah, build yourself a boat; make it nice and waterproof, guaranteed to float"

Noah's Ark on Mount Ararat by Simon de Myle

Well maybe we haven’t reached this stage yet but down here in the Westcountry, it’s all getting a little bit Biblical, and with a never-ending series of storms constantly battering out coastline from the Atlantic, it’s getting harder to believe that Spring should be just around the corner.

Porthleven, Cornwall (Source: The Guardian)
Dawlish seafront (Source: The Guardian)

We all woke up on Wednesday to heart-breaking scenes in Dawlish, the destruction of our iconic railway line, touted by many as the country’s most beautiful train ride.  Local travellers will tell you that “no two journeys are ever the same” along this stretch – the scenery changes by the minute, influenced by the position of the sun, the clouds, the weather, the seasons, the brooding moods of the Exe, the mist of the Teign, and the ever-menacing presence of the English Channel.  One day you’ll be waving to a family on a bucket-and-spade holiday, the next you’ll be jumping back as an angry wave smashes against the carriage window. 

Dawlish seafront (Source: The Guardian)
The railway at Dawlish (Source: The Daily Telegraph)

That rapid transformation perhaps best sums Devon up - taking a journey from Exeter to Newton Abbot on this line is like looking into the window of the county’s soul.  Sometimes calm, occasionally ferocious, ever beautiful, as gentle as innocent love, but with a cavalier streak that won’t hesitate to kill.  If you’re Devonian, the land – and the sea – will teach you to take the rough with the smooth, and thus we are a people brought up in tune with our surroundings – we respect it, we understand its power, we love it and we fear it, we wouldn’t change it for the world.

The most beautiful journey in England (Source: Dawlishwarren.info)

My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone affected by our terrible and destructive winter weather.  Good, hardworking people, whose homes are damaged, whose businesses have been swept away, whose livelihoods are now in jeopardy, from our county cousins on the Somerset Levels to our troubled friends in Cornwall, from Oddicombe beach to Exmouth seafront, up and down our coastline, in our estuaries and up our river valleys.  Winston Churchill once famously spoke over the wireless to a fallen France, and perhaps his words will resonate around our embattled county today, bringing with them some comfort for those affected, and some hope for the future:

“Good night then: sleep to gather strength for the morning.  For the morning will come.  Brightly will it shine on the brave and true, kindly upon all who suffer for the cause, glorious upon the tombs of heroes.  Thus will shine the dawn.”


Stay safe, Devon.  I'll see you in the morning.