Noel John READ
Born
Former R.A.F. aircrew and Army Air Corps pilot
I was thirteen
years old when World War II was declared and was fired up the following year
by the exploits of the RAF fighter pilots in the Battle of Britain. Some of
the dog-fights took place over our area and we thrilled, as did the whole of Call-up
came in July 1944 and I reported to the Aircrew Reception Centre (ACRC) at After
a fortnight at ACRC the RAF decided to ship all personnel down to Torquay and
away from the risks posed by the V1s. We traveled
by special chartered train and marched from Torquay Railway Station to our
various billets which comprised a host of requisitioned hotels. Life was good
for an 18-year old in the late summer and autumn of 1944 at the “English
Riviera” as Torquay is sometimes called. It was there that we learned that
aircrew training was being wound down somewhat and that only a select few
would go on to EFTS. I was not one of the few. So, what to do to realise my dreams of pilot training? I had heard of the Army Air
Corps (AAC) and decided that outfit could be an avenue to pursue. So I
applied for transfer to the Army and this was soon effected. After a transfer
stay at RAF Netheravon the Army greeted me with
open arms and stentorian voices at Fulford
Barracks, York. The relative comforts of RAF life were behind me now and it
was wire-latticed bunks, straw-filled palliases,
barrack rooms, blanco, spit and boot polish, metal polish, rifle drill, and
marching at 180 paces per minute with NCOs of the Rifle Brigade and King’s
Royal Rifle Corps (KRRC). We
were at PTC (Primary Training Centre) at Fulford
for six or so weeks and I was among several who opted to join the Parachute
Regiment, my reasoning being that the Paras were an
elite part of the airborne forces, pleading a case to be taken into the AAC.
My letter to the General, whose name I have forgotten, was never acknowledged
but curiously, after 12 weeks training with the Parachute Regiment at
Parkhurst Barracks, Exciting
times. Flying instruction on Tiger Moths, ground subjects – navigation,
meteorology, principles of flight etc., easy discipline, and visits to the pleasant
town of Then
followed postings to various RAF stations to undertake ferrying, flying
equipment and gear around the country. It was great having the rank of Staff
Sergeant at age twenty, and the flying pay made us a bunch of well paid
youngsters. Now,
of course, the AAC is equipped with Lynx and Black Hawk helicopters. The
Glider Pilot Regiment has long been disbanded. It was, I understand, the most
short-lived regiment in the British Army and was unique in that all its
personnel were Sergeants, Staff Sergeants, Squadron Sergeant Majors, or RSMs, and Commissioned Officers. Unique, and a wonderful
mob of blokes – pilots who were trained infantrymen and who gave a very good
account of themselves in I’m
not sorry that I was born too late to be part of those operations; rather do
I congratulate myself on that fact. They were slaughter-houses in most
instances, and those who came through were lucky indeed. I’m sure that had I
been born eighteen months earlier I would have become part of a Bomber Command
crew and possibly perished over Footnote I
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