At 9.13am on the 28th of October 1944
Wellington V HF465, 12 OTU lumbered into the dark sky from RAF Chipping Warden,
Oxfordshire.
The bomber and its crew of 7, were tasked to fly a
daytime cross country training flight, this would have been one of the crews
last training missions as they were nearing the end of the schooling and going onto
operations. Heading North West the bomber ran into very severe
weather over Cheshire, it is not known
for sure what happened but whilst the pilot was descending through the heavy
cloud HF465 fell into a very high speed
dive tearing the wings and tail off, the fuselage and engines impacted a field on
Prices Hill, Bridgemere, Cheshire.
Tragically 6 of the crew were lost with only one survivor
Sgt D.S.H.Wilson, who suffered serious injury after managing to bail out of the
falling plane.
At the site today on the A51 is a well-built memorial next to the site of the crash, this was placed here in 2003 by local residents and local organisations and it is a fitting reminder of this sad loss.
Crew lost in HF465 –
F/S L.J. Timperley
P/O C.F. Holmes
Sgt L.E. Harrison
Sgt J.D. Milne
Sgt R. Whitely
Sgt A.F. Baker
By the tree nearby is a notice board which Tricia spotted as it had fallen over, on the board is a poem for the crew it is well worth a read if you can expand the picture but if not please take a few moments
Go to your sweet rest.
It is a farmer’s field like any other
Where the wind blows free
And the song birds gather
There are spirits among the flowers
Who walk the hedgerow and mark the hours
Six brave souls whose wings were broken
But of their sacrifice no word is spoken
It was up to those left behind
To bear the wounds with no reason or rhyme
To make sense of the thing that made no sense at all
Forfeiting lives full of promise with those who answered the call
It’s just a farmer’s field like any other
But here the winds can fall silent
And the songbirds will linger
For spirits walk around the hallowed flowers
Along the sacred hedgerows spending timeless hours
Six souls who went boldly forward
Bearing old man’s burdens bravely shouldered
It was up to those who begged the angels nightly
To rebuild lives now shattered and empty
Was it for the glory of war or the will of god almighty
This dreadful price to pay for love of country
It will remain just a farmer’s field like any other
Where the wind carry voices
And the song birds answer
For the spirits here we lay pure white flowers
By the hedgerow chapel for a few brief hours
For the six precious souls who left the world too quickly
We honour your sacrifice your courage your bravery
You died not in vain but for some higher purpose
Now your memory lives on in hearts you never knew
Go now you young cavaliers of the sky
Go to your sweet rest as we bid you goodbye.
Carol Jane Shelton
No comments:
Post a Comment