JAMES ALLEN WARD

“YOU MUST FEEL VERY HUMBLE AND AWKWARD IN MY PRESENCE… THEN YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW HUMBLE AND AWKWARD I FEEL IN YOURS”
Winston Churchill to James Ward

he German night fighter seemed to come from nowhere. One minute, the crew of the No.75 Squadron’s Wellington IC, L7818, AA-R had been returning home to RAF Feltwell, Norfolk, after a successful bombing raid on Münster, a mission relatively free from opposition with its end almost in sight. The next, cannon shells smashed through their aircraft, spraying fragments everywhere and filling the cockpit with smoke as a Messerschmitt Bf 110 fired at them from beneath. The damage wrought was swift and severe: the bomber’s hydraulic lines were rendered useless, its communication systems knocked out and its undercarriage was in a perilous state. Meanwhile, in the rear turret, Sergeant AJR Box was struck in the foot, though he did manage to fire a few