T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER]
I GO DIVING DOWN PART 6
Eagle Day
T-30 I report to my assigned Attack Sqd. #609 and present my logbook; I receive a hearty welcome and a pleasant round of jolly good banter.
T-20 I am quizzed on my experiences with AWTA; My hours with instructor Bushwacker; and My flying experience in general;
T-18 Everyone gathers in good fellowship to hear my response; I reply that; Actually old chaps, I only took one session with Bushwacker and the ruddy AWTA before my Uncle Dowding pulled me out the class and sent me here; The Sqd seems to gather more closely as I answer more questions about flying the Spit;
T-15 My log book and responses are collected
T-10 I am put under close arrest until someone from intelligence arrives; I am strip searched and required to explain the rules of cricket;
T-07 They are finally satisfied I wasn't parachuted in by the Luftwaffe to sabotage an attack Sqd;
T-06 Someone from Group HQ. escorts me away from the good ole chaps in #609 and flies me over to Patrol Sqd. 610
T-08 Sqd 610 Welcomes me and asks a few questions while examining my log book; They ask me to look at my map and discuss the defence sectors; They listen closely to my answers;
T-06 I am strip searched and required to explain why Edward gave up the Crown
T-04 I am given back my uniform but no parachute and no side arm;
T-03 I am climbing out of B-33, a grin on my face, guns armed, heading for the English Channel to do battle;
T-02 Hdqs requests that I return to the field as Eagle Day has not started yet;
T-01 I am strip searched and required to explain Cromwell's tactics at the Battle of Waterloo.
T-00 The Sqd leader escorts me to my patrol sector
T+1:30 I have seen one enemy aircraft, have not fired my guns and flew 1:30 min on the fence line. The only British casualty in my sector occurs at T+90 when ole man Herms, at the Dairy, looks up to see my plane, trips and falls on his hayfork. But Gentlemen it was Eagle Day and I was there!!
T.NAUGHTON [SCAVENGER]
I GO DIVING DOWN 7
Dweebering, oops, During the battle of Munda I, at last, had an opportunity to exit the rands of Dweebdom. The enemy bomber formation tried to sneak around the my patrol route. I caught them redhanded and radioed command where to vector the entire Japanese force to intercept. Only problem was I radioed the wrong sectors and then got shot down. When asked to explain the misshap I wrote the following to command at Christmas 1993.
THE NIGHT BEFORE MUNDA
It was the night before Munda, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring,... no spoons and no mouse. The maps and sectors were put in to place. In hopes that the Scav would make no mistakes. The Scav was nestled all snug in his bed. While visions of enema danced in his head. The take off next day was at T-ZERO. The Scavenger hoped he'd soon be a hero. His mission was to be a good scout. His comrades awaited the sound of his shout. The time passed slowly as onward he flew. The moments grew tense, his anxiety grew. When all of a sudden there arose such a sight. The enema Bomber wing in all of their might. Then down came the fighters they lanced through the sky. Scav. must report, for soon he would die. The radio came on, the message was fast. "Come Kotoshi and Bebop, on Twisted and Crash. To the top of my sector I'm in 2 comma 2. Hurry Grey Eagle, and Bushwacker too. The fighters came down, their tracers flashed red. Scavenger knew, he soon would be dead. The flames then burst from the front of his Zero Yes, he would die, but die as a hero. As he started to burn he heard so much chatter He listened to hear what could be the matter. The radio broadcasted, the words he most feared. Scav, reported the wrong sector, no bombers are here. His earphones turned red as his Commander exclaimed This could cost us the battle, God, Dweebs are a pain!
(OK, done)
