The moon shone on scudding clouds which fled before a gusty wind; the same strong wind whipped up 4 to 5 foot waves, which crashed onto a sandy shore, littered with strange steel obstacles. It was not as bad as last night, but the wind would pick up again, sometime in the next few days. …
My uncle, John C. Pickford, served in the RAF from 1941 until 1946. Between October 1944 and the end of the war in May 1945, he flew about fifty operations over Germany as a Navigator/Bomb Aimer in Mosquitoes. With the aid of his flight logs and entries in Operations Record books, over the coming months I …
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