Squadron Leader Ross Dawson, a friend of Flying Officer Ross Doubt, wrote this narrative following Ross Doubt's return to the UK September 8th, 1944
"They were just making their run in on the target at Louvain Belgium about 10 minutes past midnight when a night fighter caught up with them, blew up the S.O. [starboard outer] engine & set fire to the wing tanks. Old Blackie the pilot immediately gave orders to bale out & Ross was first out, the W/op [Wireless operator], bomb aimer, pilot & F/Eng [Flight Engineer] followed. The three remaining gunners crashed with the kite & were killed, the bomb aimers chute didn't open & he was killed & Blackie was taken POW. The other three escaped . . . His [Ross Doubt's] chute broke a strap on one side & the leg straps cut & bruised his legs quite badly. By hanging on to the broken strap he could remain upright ok but when he finally had to let go he turned upside down & floated head downward all the way down to the ground & landed that way too. What an experience! He apparently landed in a ploughed field, bundled up his chute & started to run when he heard a dog bark & the sound of voices. He later threw off his Mae West & spent the remainder of the night in the bottom of a deep wet ditch where he got very cold and wet.
At dawn he lit his first smoke which he had been dying for & wormed his way thru a flax field on his stomach until he could look out on a road. He watched various farmers cycle & walk past to work & then decided that, as he was going to have to ask for help some time anyway, he might as well do it then so waited until he saw one old guy coming along alone. He popped up out of the field & went over to talk to him while the old guy seeing his uniform immediately turned around with his eyes popping out & beetled back the way he had come. Ross thought then that everything was settled. The man had either gone off to get the soldiers or to get help. Before he could get back down in the field, two teenage girls came along on cycles & seeing him turned back & raced into a nearby farmhouse. Ross then settled down to await events & it wasn't long before the girls' brother, as he found out later, came into the field & found him & took him back to the farmhouse. There the old mother of the family wept all over him, much to his embarrassment & then they hid him in their Air raid shelter since several patrols of Jerrys were out on the prowl looking for members of the crew who they knew were in the vicinity. They got him to burn his clothes & chute etc. & dressed him in some old farmer's overalls.
In the meantime, one of the girls had gone to town & contacted the leader of the local "Arme Blanche" or underground movement. Within an hour or so he came out & visited Ross on a bicycle. Together they left the farmhouse since things were getting pretty hot & the Gestapo were searching all the homes in the neighbourhood. They walked about 5 miles then this man hid Ross in a woods while he went on to contact the bloke at the next town. This went on for about three more towns & then a bus ride into Brussels where he was taken to a house & bedded down for the night. From then on, all his movements were controlled by the Underground. Apparently, the Gestapo were hot on the trail of this particular organisation since he was moved about 8 different times just half a jump ahead of raiding parties. Several of the people who handled him were picked up just after he left and after about two months, he was thinking very seriously about giving himself up since so many of these people who were helping him were being caught & tortured & killed etc. & he felt himself more or less responsible.
He had many varied experiences while staying there â€" got a chance to visit his F/Eng who was also being hidden by a different underground organization, got his photo taken for his forged identification papers etc. He was getting a little jumpy living like this & all keyed up all the time never knowing from one minute to another what was going to happen next. The Germans had a vicious habit of putting a cordon systematically entirely around a city block & ransacking every house, apartment & hiding place in the whole area & he had several narrow escapes from these.
Finally, one night when things were approaching a climax, he heard a disturbing noise about 4:00 am. At the time he was staying with a married couple in a third floor flat in a narrow street in Brussels. He jumped up and looked out of the window just in time to see a long black sedan pull up right in front of their door & about six SS men armed with sub-machine guns get out. He was making plans about jumping out the window (third floor and all) rather than be captured when they walked over & went in the house directly across the street instead of his own. There were a few screams & shots etc. & they came out dragging three men & two women who were Polish refugees hiding out there. Nothing was ever heard of them again. They had been informed on by some traitorous Belgian woman who lived a few doors down the street. The Underground don't fool in cases like this & 3 days later this woman's head was cut completely off and stuck on a table drawn close up to the window with the curtains drawn back for all to see & as a warning to others who might have similar ideas.
By this time Ross had been hiding in a single room for 8 weeks without poking his nose out the door & was going nearly crazy for something to do. Also the Gestapo were getting closer & closer all the time so it was decided he would be moved out to a chateau in the country north of Mons. He had his false papers by now, said goodbye to all the friends he had made and set out for the big escape by train. He was led through the streets by 3 agents two walking at intervals in front & one walking behind. They had a system of signals arranged such as scratching, hat lifting etc. to be prepared in case they got stopped since occasionally the Germans would stop everyone in a whole street & inspect papers & question people etc. Ross could speak French well enough by this time to get along [his wife Suzie was francophone] but had such a terrific accent that he was done for if anyone talked to him. They finally reached the train station, had his ticket bought for him & when it at last started to move he was just starting to breathe easily again when in walked a Gestapo officer on the carriage & started inspecting identity cards & questioning the passengers. Ross couldn't decide what to do as the guard progressed nearer & nearer & was watching his underground friends dispersed in different seats in the carriage for some sign as to what to do next. However, as luck would have it, when he came to Ross he just looked at his card, grunted once & handed it back to him without saying a word for which everyone concerned was duly thankful.The rest of the journey was made without incident & Ross got settled down in this big Chateau with a man & his wife and their two children. He had a nice room of his own, could wander around the grounds at will & generally lived like a king. The allies by this time were getting closer & closer & the Germans retreating in streams by the front door of the Chateau. One morning there was loud pummelling on the door & on peeking out the door they beheld two or three German soldiers wanting in. Ross jumped out a window & hid in some bushes in the garden while there was frenzied clearing of dishes etc. so they wouldn't know there had been a fifth at breakfast. It turned out that these soldiers were commandeering a room & office in the Chateau for a high German officer as his H.Q., of all places, they took Ross's very room & settled down
.In the meantime, Ross had moved to the granary in an adjacent house & stayed there for the next week with the German HQ operating right from the same building. All kinds of DR's and trucks dashing in & out & soldiers all over the place. By this time the American column was only a few miles away & they heard about Ross thru their intelligence service & sent four tanks, two jeeps & a couple of truck-loads of soldiers to gather him up. They did so in fine style, fought their way out again and took 50 prisoners into the bargain.
Ross's experiences were not yet over however since the Americans were so busy advancing, they couldn't get time to send him back so he tagged along with them for a few days & went through a couple of battles. Finally, he got a chance to get back with a truckload of prisoners to guard. The driver & Ross with a gun each & 70 German prisoners packed in the back like sardines. They travelled for 9 hours straight & since there were 70 prisoners with only himself as guard, he couldn't take a chance on letting them out even to relieve themselves so there they stood for the whole trip. He finally arrived back at Paris & at last flew over in a Dakota to London & 14 days leave. What an experience." Ross Doubt returned to Canada following his capture and escape and remained in the RCAF. The two Rosses continued their correspondence until the end of the war.