16 July baled out near Orleans
I was a member of the crew of a Halifax bomber which took off on 15 July from Gransden Lodge, Cambridge, at 2230 hours to drop markers and bombs at
Montbeliard France. We reached our target, dropped our flares, etc. And we're on our return journey when at about 0200 hours 16 July, we were attacked by two fighters east of
Orleans France. We were flying at about 5,000 feet and two starboard engines were hit the pilot gave orders to bail out.
I landed in the middle of a forest in a small clearing. I buried my parachute and mae west, and started walking south, keeping to small roads. Shortly before dawn, I crawled into the bushes in which I slept until midday. When I woke, I opened my escape box, ate some Horlick tablets and continued my journey. At about 18:00 I saw a farm which I approached. A woman and two children were in the farmhouse and they gave me food when I told them that I was a member of the RAF. I returned here until about 2230 hours.
I then took off my badges and started again to walk south. I walked all night. I sheltered from dawn till midday 17 July, and then continued my journey. On the road I was overtaken by a Frenchman in a car who motioned to me to take a seat. He gave me to understand that his wife spoke English and that he would pick me up again on his way back after completing his errand. At about 20:00 he returned and drove me to his farm, north of
Gien France. I was given civilian clothes and stayed here until the morning of 20 July when I left with his two small sons who escorted me across a river. They left me in the neighbourhood of Saint Floren. They had given me plenty of food and I walked for four days resting by day and walking by night until I reached
Chateaumeillant France on 23 July during this period I met nobody.
On the evening of 23 July some people at
Chateaumeillant France took me in for the night and helped me to get a ticket for
Toulouse France via
Chateauroux France. I reached to loose on 24 of July without incident. From here, I started to walk Southwest. After about two hours, I was approached by a lad who asked me for a match. He was trailing a bicycle with a punctured front tire. We walked along together. He indicated that there was a German aerodrome nearby which it would be dangerous for me to pass, and offered to take me to his home for the night. We walked back to the suburbs of Toulouse. He told me he had a friend who could speak English. On the afternoon of 25 July the friend turned up and told me that he knew somebody who could help me.
RAF Evaders, The Comprehensive Story of Thousands of Escapers and Their Escape Lines, Western Europe, 1940-1945, pages 226, 399
Evader Report to MI-9WO-208-3315-36