Bader & Galland

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Ecole de Combat

Bader & Galland


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Bonsoir messieurs!

Comme je continue mes recherches et lectures afin d'améliorer encore et toujours notre école -et en particulier ici la spécialisation chasse-, je suis tombé là dessus et ai trouvé ça génial. Je partage ce passage donc. :)

Petit bout de relation entre Galland et Bader après le crash et la capture de Bader... Ca commence par le moment ou il se fait abattre:

Bader and Galland...

Something hit him. He felt the impact but the mind was curiously numb and could not assess it. No noise but something was holding his aeroplane by the tail, pulling it out of his hands and slewing it round. It lurched suddenly and then was pointing straight down, the cockpit floating with dust that had come up from the bottom.
He pulled back on the stick but it fell inertly into his stomach like a broken neck. The aeroplane was diving in a steep spiral and confusedly he looked behind to see if anything were following. First he was surprised, and then terrifyingly shocked to see that the whole of the Spitfire behind the cockpit was missing: fuselage, tail, fin - all gone. Sheared off, he thought vaguely. The second 109 must have run into him and sliced it off with his propeller. Only the little radio mast stuck up just behind his head.
(He wrestles free from the wreck, leaving his right tin leg behind; is captured, and a few days later he meets Adolf Galland)

Galland said: 'I am glad to see you are all right and getting about again. How did you get on bailing out?' 'Don't remember much about it.' 'One never does,' Galland said. 'One of your pilots shot me down the other day and I had to jump out. I landed very hard. Bader asked: 'Is that when you burnt your eyes?' Galland nodded.

Galland led him and the others to the low, three-sided blast walls of an aircraft pen. In it stood an Me-109.
Bader looked at it fascinated, and Galland made a polite gesture for him to climb in. He surprised them by the way he hauled himself on to the wing-root, grabbed his right leg and swung it into the cockpit and climbed in unaided. As he cast a glinting professional eye over the cockpit lay-out Galland leaned in and pointed things out. Mad thoughts about starting up and slamming the throttlle on for a reckless take-off surged through Bader's mind. He turned to the interpreter. 'Would you ask the Herr Oberstleutnant if I can take off and try a little trip in this thing?' Galland chuckled and the interpreter answered: 'He says that if you do he'll be taking off right after you.'
'All right,' Bader said, looking a little too eagerly at Galland. 'Let's have a go.' Galland chuckled again and said he was off duty at the moment.

Paul Brickhill, Reach for the sky, the story of Douglas Bader (1954)