Background: These three articles, “Hunting Pirates in the
[English] Channel,” “Landing as if Dreaming” and “The
Battle over the Helgoland Bight” were published in the second of
a series of booklets on the war. Its date is in the early spring of 1940,
before the invasion of Denmark and Norway. It was at least partially aimed
at the youth. My copy has a drawing by the original owner showing a German
fighter chasing an English fighter.
The source: “Auf Piratenjagd im Kanal,” “Wie im
Traum die Landung ausgeführt” and “Die Luftschlacht über
der Deutschen Bucht,“Drauf und Dran! Unsere Luftwaffe am Feind.
Kleine Kriegshefte Nr. 2 (Munich: Zentralverlag der NSDAP., 1940),
pp. 1-2, p. 25 and pp. 26-28.
Hunting Pirates in the
It was a difficult yet satisfying task: “Scout the mouth
of the Thames and hunt for armed British ships.”
The men were filled with an iron will as they flew toward
their goal. Most of them had earned the Iron Cross and had often
been to the English coast.
The observer sits in the cockpit. He had made a name for
himself during the Spanish Civil War as “Iron Gustav.” The crew
is proud of him: “He charges in like Blücher, and his bombs
always hit their targets...”
“The English Channel is a wonderful area,” says
the mechanic, as the others peer through binoculars across the
Where have the once so numerous ships gone? Vanished!
After a time things liven up. Itís no pleasure flight any
longer. It is a mission for tough guys who can look danger straight
in the eye.
Nerves are strained. One looks left, the other right, and
searchlights rise into the heavens from the English coast. Things
are happening down below. Be on watch. At first there are just
“cheap targets,” as the pilot calls the little ships.
The crew is looking for bigger game.
“Hey, down there, thatís what we want I’d guess 4,000 or
5,000 tons. Thatís the one we want.”
The dark spot grows larger. The pilot curves slightly. The
“prey” must be “surprised.”
But the Germans have been seen. Peppery greetings rise to meet them.
The English pirate quickly receives his “just reward.” The illegal
weapons must naturally be punished. Down ... dive ... the button is pressed
and the first bombs follow their path, hitting the English ship dead center!
Through increasing smoke, the Englander defends itself, every gun shooting.
A second dive! A hit! And again. The third bomb hits!
The whole ship seems to rise under the explosions. Our warplane
jumps several times under the air pressure.
Down there, a smoking wreck! Two pillars of flame rise, mixing
with white and black smoke to form a splendid symphony of color!
The ship is done for: its fate is seated in a few minutes.
The crew deserts the ship as fast as it can. They have learned
the disadvantages of serving on an armed merchantman!
Course northeast! The crew is in good humor. An icy wind blows
outside. Searchlights illuminate the English coast once again.
Their deadly fingers reach into the heavens, searching with wide
and narrow beams. In vain! They do not find us!
Underneath are mine fields, the English ones to the left, the Dutch to
the right. Lights shine from Holland.
The canal is behind us. Not a Tommy in sight, no fighters
or intruders are in the vicinity, Down below, however, a British
destroyer is seeking to escape. It has seen the German machine
and is very excited. The dark gray wake shows its path.
“A worthwhile flight. Itís great to hunt English pirates in the
Channel!” With these words the four men leave their aircraft, receiving
the hearty greetings of the ground crew.
Landing as if in a Dream
The death of a German Flyer
A Moving Account of Camaraderie
A wounded flyer tells this story.
We were on a mission against the enemy, me as the observer
next to the pilot and the gunners in the cockpit. In a battle
over enemy territory we were hit several times by an enemy plane.
They did not seriously damage our aircraft, but wounded the pilot
in the head, breast and legs. He sunk in his seat and his hands
fell from the controls.
With the approval of the crew which was readying its parachutes, I forced
myself next to the half-dead pilot, despite my wounded foot. Against my
own expectations, I was able to turn the plane and bring it over German
territory, but that entirely exhausted my aeronautical abilities. As an
observer, I knew neither how to take off or land. I made several wide
circles over a landing field, during which the plane threatened to stall
several times, undecided about whether I should risk a potentially fatal
landing. I noted movement on the part of my comrade. He was still alive.
I yelled in his ear: “Land! Land! He finally heard me, and pulled
himself back from death, opening his eyes, wiped his bloody face and sat
up. As if in a dream, he took the controls and put his foot on the rudder
control. With a weak smile, he began to land the plane. He did not forget
to set the flaps, which he lowered a bit on the way down.
His smile spread a little as he felt that we were on the ground,
but then his smile faded. We sat motionless in the machine for
a long while, hardly daring to take the life he had given to
us, until the ground drew hurried to us.
God grant me such a death!
Who will not bow with me in respect before this unknown pilot?
The Battle over the Helgoland
A Glorious Page in Aerial
Warfare 36 Tommies Shot Down
The English Air Force received a devastating blow on 18 December
as it attempted to attack the northwest German coast. 26 of 52 attacking
aircraft were shot down in the air battle that developed north of
Helgoland and moved over the Helgoland Bight. The brilliant and
unstoppable attacking spirit of the German Luftwaffe, displayed
so clearly in this battle, proves that any future British attempt
to attack Germany will meet as disastrous a conclusion. The day
will forever be a glorious page in the history of the German Luftwaffe.
“The show developed as it had to develop,” said Lieutenant
Schumacher, the German squadron commander, of the big five-hour battle.
“The British attack occurred under favorable weather conditions,
with blue sky and little fog. It was spotted early. My squadron, fighters
and destroyers, were sent to the area the English would have to pass through
if they wanted to attack the coast. I kept a small reserve over the North
There was nothing more for me to do. I was sure there would
be a fight with the Tommies. I was in touch with my planes by
radio. My job was to sit in my fine Messerschmidt and see to
it that as many English as possible were shot down.
There was not much to see as I took off. There was mist over
the islands along the coast. Up a thousand meters, however, the
view was fantastic, 50 to 60 kilometers visibility. It was a
beautiful view. To the north and east were towering clouds, and
my planes were everywhere plunging toward dots. These dots were
My machine pressed on. Soon it passed through white clouds of gasoline
that streamed from the tanks of enemy planes, then through clouds of smoke
rising form English bombers that had been shot down. Above me I saw a
few scattered Tommies. I headed in their direction. Around 3000 or 3500
meters, I took aim at an English plane and shot toward the cockpit. The
Tommies broke off and looked for safety.
But my plane was faster. I did not let my target out of my
sight, making a second attack. A few shots, then I climbed to
make a third attack. I came at him from an angle of 50 or 60
degrees and shot a burst straight toward the cockpit. I must
have hit, since I saw smoke. The Tommy was done for.
At the same instant I was attacked by a comrade of the downed British
flyer. There was a strong odor of gasoline. My tank had been hit. Open
the window! The engine slowed down. Slowly, carefully, I headed home and
landed with the last drop of gas. I counted numerous holes in my machine.
I had been gone 20 or 25 minutes. I was the last to take off
and the first to return. My colleagues followed after. There
was scarcely a machine that did not wave its wings before landing
as a sign of a victory.”
Captain Falk was on a reconnaissance mission with part of
his squadron as the news of the enemy attack reached him.
“I changed course immediately. The flak bursts showed me the right
direction. It was messy up there. I had never experienced anything like
it before. Wherever one looked, Tommies were falling. Everywhere British
planes were being chased by Germans. I headed for an English bomber, and
quickly had three hits on my machine, one just missing my head. But soon
I had the English plane in my sights, and opened fire. The British bomber
fell like a rock, leaving a cloud of smoke as it plunged into the water.
By the end, our five planes were 150 kilometers out over the
ocean, and every few minutes we shot down another Tommy. I went
after a second Tommy. Smoke was already coming from the seriously
damaged Wellington when suddenly a black stream of smoke came
from the engine of my Messerschmidt. The enemy gunner who had
been firing to the end had hit me. I was 130 kilometers from
the coast, and had to depend on the second engine to get me home.
But I was able to land anyway.”
The pluck and daring, the firmness, toughness and strength of duty and
will with which the German flyers carried on the glorious battle was unprecedented.
One captain lost an eye to an English bullet. Blood streamed over his
face. Torn by tremendous pain, he remained in control of his plane. The
pilot of another plane was shot in his breast, the radioman in the arm,
but both got the Messerschmidt back to base. A lieutenant got splinters
in his arm and breast when a bullet hit the signal box next to him. His
damaged motor could hardly sputter, but he still made a round before landing
to announce his aerial victory. A corporal had used all his ammunition.
In his rage, he flew toward a heavy English bomber and joined the English
formation for a while, shaking his fist at the English.
The German aircraft were as incredible as their flyers. Many
planes had 30 or 35 hits. The battle was 150 kilometers out from
the coast, yet despite the damage all but two aircraft came home.
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