My Dad, Harold Belcher, was a rear gunner in a Whitley Bomber in Coastal Command and was shot down in the Atlantic. He was rescued by a Sunderland sea plane and sent to recuperate in Scotland. He didn’t fly any more but went on to RAF Silloth as a Gunnery Officer to train other gunners. It was while stationed at Silloth that my Dad met my Mum, WAAF Beatrice Burns (Betty) where they became engaged and later married during a weekend pass.
Mum was a plotter in the ops room but also went up in Hudson planes as an observer to gauge trainees’ accuracy at dropping bombs onto a target. The bombs were smoke bombs and the target was a red triangle out in the Solway Firth. Mum would plot the strikes on a chart to assess the trainees’ accuracy.
Mum remembers two incidents while stationed at Silloth: a Hudson landing with one live bomb that had failed to release still underneath. It blew up on landing, blowing the doors off a nearby hangar; and another occasion when a gunner who accidentally released some bullets left in the gun while entering the hangar. The bullets ricocheted all down the hangar (but no-one was hurt, fortunately). The Solway Firth was called Hudson Bay because when the tide went out you could see bits of Hudson planes sticking up from the sands.
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