Information on a relative killed at/near RAF hornchurch in 1942

Interested as well, looking at it. Looking at the time sheets, it's more likely to have been a mid-air collision/clip that unfortunately downed one of the planes. Potentially during landing, judging by the previous 30/35 minute air times of the previous pilots.

After the remaining one is grounded, a reconnaissance team is in the air for an hour -- likely spotting for wreckage and the pilot while cleanup is completed.

Looks like a solid accident/error in judgement, really.


EDIT: Just saw the most recent document... yeah, collision in cloud. Somebody made a mistake, obviously.
 
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From a bit of googling looks like Sgt. Bubes was fairly hastily posted to No. 316 Squadron afterwards.

Seems Sgt. Pilot BUBES, Tadeusz (Jan 1941) joined 306 Sqn (a Polish RAF Sqn) in January 1941 and was no doubt on rotation to 81 Sqn so it would follow from what I have seen that pilots were rotated between Sqn's. It would follow that he would eventually be rotated back to another Polish Sqn which was 316.

This would most probably been entirely routine and unconnected to the accident.
 
Well, given that Bubes survived he'll have more potential hits. Have you thought about tracking him down?

My grandfather (Edwin Ronald McCunnell) was the rear-gunner in a Handley Page Halifax (HR724 NP-W) so it may have been an easier bit of research as the crew roster was an obvious starting place.

Sgt. Basil Christopher Wordsworth (Pilot)
P/O. Frank Oliver (Navigator)
Sgt. Edward Thurlow (Air Bomber)
P/O. Hugh Telfer Wooldridge (Wireless Operator)
Sgt. Reginald John Cook (Mid Upper Gunner)
Sgt. Edwin Ronald McCunnell (Rear Gunner)
Sgt. Roger Victor Pallant (Flight Engineer)

We found that the plane was only on the second mission. It had completed a mission against Dusseldorf on 11/6/43 and had taken part in a raid against Bochum on the following night, but the plane was damaged by shrapnel from a heavy flak barrage.

The wireless operator (Hugh Telfer Wooldridge) had been seriously injured by the flak which had also destroyed the radio. The aircraft had stalled a couple of engines and was flying low in an attempt to limp home, a task made more difficult by heavy fog that left no navigable landmarks.

The pilot (Basil Christopher Wordsworth) believed that they must be over the North Sea due to altitude and a flat mist bank and made preparations to ditch, only to abort at the last moment after seeing a church steeple through the mist. The evac order was given, and my grandfather spun his tail canopy to the exit position and fell out. His foot caught in the canopy and he passed out whilst being dragged by the plane. Somehow his chute deployed and pulled him clear, breaking his ankle in the process.

No-one else got out before the plane landed. The pilot managed to land the plane wheels up, but it skidded across a field and hit a dyke and broke in two, killing all the crew located on the lower level of the plane. Thurlow, Oliver and Wooldridge are currently buried in the grounds of the church they'd missed in the village of Ulft in Holland.

The plane caught fire whilst the remaning crew tried to get clear, with Cook getting heavily burned and Pallant suffering burns to his hands. All the survivors were promptly captured and Cook was moved to a hospital in Amsterdam where he later died from his injuries. He is buried there.

My grandfather was found in a field by a farmer and taken to the local pub and given a stiff drink whilst they waited for the Germans to come and collect him.

My grandfather, Basil Wordsworth and Roger Pallant were eventually moved to Stalag-Luft VI in Heyderkrug (now known as Šilutė in Lithuania).

When my parents visited Ulft, it made the local paper and as a result some people that had witnessed the crash came forward and gave them some souvenirs, such as a perspex shard from the canopy and a navigation compass that had belonged to Frank Oliver.

The perspex fragment was given to Basil Wordsworth, now living in Cape Town in South Africa. My parents have visited him in November 2005 and iirc he's still doing well. The navigation compass was sent on to Frank Oliver's nephew.

The most unexpected development has been a dutch facebook page about the crash showing various findings and recovered artifacts - these can be seen at http://www.facebook.com/halifaxulft. I've been told its by a documentary maker - if it is i hope the youtube video isn't one of his productions ;)
 
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Currently looking up Bubes to see if he saw the war through, tracked him as far as 182.Sqn so far.

Getting in touch with a couple of different places that deal with veterans and RCAF/RAF to try and pin down Bobby's service record and anyone who might have served with him.

I know/think the guy was only joking about Bubes taking a dislike to Bobby but that annoyed me a little as I have a great amount of respect for all these former flyers.

That's a great piece about your grandfather, really lucky with the chute opening.

I had both relatives in the allied and axis forces in the war but it's Bobby Woodhead that really fascinated me, loved fighters/military aircraft since I can remember.
 
Getting in touch with a couple of different places that deal with veterans and RCAF/RAF to try and pin down Bobby's service record and anyone who might have served with him.

I know/think the guy was only joking about Bubes taking a dislike to Bobby but that annoyed me a little as I have a great amount of respect for all these former flyers.

I think accidents were extremely common, given the sense of immortality and recklessness that comes with youth, especially when you add in a big engine and three figure speeds!

I'm not sure about the RAF figures, but during WW2 the AAF (US) lost 14,903 airmen and 13,873 aircraft to accidents alone (includes domestic and overseas accidents).

I doubt it would have been intentional, most likely an error borne out of inexperience at the controls. We tend to forget the people flying these bombers and fighters were just kids really - I don't think I'd have been all that careful hooning a spitfire about at 18 or 19, especially trying to top the board on the cine gun roster.
 
81 Squadron association head has got back to me. They have a member who was a pilot in the squadron in 1942, they have asked him if he can help.

These old guys really do like the idea of helping out, even if nothing come of it I have the greatest respect for them.

From what ive been told it seems as if they see that they are doing as much a service to a squadron member who was lost as to me as his relation. Remarkable sense of loyalty you seldom see these days, these guys are legends.
 
This is fascinating stuff!

I found out a few months back I have a family member who flew F104's for the Canadian Airforce and was killed in Germany due to a bird strike. Cousin of mine has been doing a similar thing to you and digging into the events to establish what happened. It seems when they did a autopsy they found bird bones lodged into his skull, must have been one hell of a bird strike!
 
Had a fair few good leads on this. Genealogy gave me the right relationship to the family. Bobby Woodhead was the cousin of my great grandfather. His youngest aunt was a school mistress at the same first school I went to. In 1918 his father came back from the first world war he was in the Canadian cavalry and took time to visit his family in his ancestral village (my village). He met my great grandfathers youngest aunt and they married in December 1918, in early 1919 the both left for Canada. In 1941 their son Bobby Woodhead returned to England as an RCAF fighter pilot.

A friend he made while training in Canada and after being posted to the UK was killed flying air cover for the Dieppe operation. His father James “Jimmy” Gardiner a famous liberal politician of the time wrote a book containing letters his son had written from joining the RCAF to his death. Some of the letters give a little insight into what my great grandfathers cousin would have been occupying himself with during his service with the RCAF and on leave.

The link to the book page Book, on page 155 John Edwin Gardiner is telling his father about the death of Bob Woodhead-my great grandfather's cousin. On page 105 John Edwin Gardiner is talking about a trip to London he and my great grandfathers cousin took, they actually had a chance to see the King and Winston Churchill while walking round.

There is a lake named after him, the Canadian government took an interest in naming geographical locations after serviceman killed.

Link

Tomorrow being the anniversary of my great grandfathers cousin's death I plan to visit his grave and pay my respects.
 
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