Avro Anson

Avro Anson August 1941 modified

I have seen people on Facebook get all excited about pictures of planes used in the BCATP.

I can see why. This picture was taken from Walter Neil Dove’s photo albums. If you want to use it please give due credit to Walter Neil Dove.

Walter who?

Walter was also known as Wally Dove.

Google Walter Neil Dove and you will see who is Walter who.

Walter never flew the Avro Anson, but he took that picture in August 1941.

Avro Anson August 1941 modified

He flew Spitfires with RCAF 403 Squadron from December 1944 till the end of the war.

Mervyn Jack Mills also flew Spitfires but not for long. He went missing on November 19th, 1942. Easy to remember that date. One of my sons was born on November 19th.

Been born in a world with less tyranny is one of the reasons I write blogs about WWII and pay homage to those who left this world in the hope of a better world.

Strong message if you can read between the lines.

No. 6 S.F.T.S. Dunnville – Class 46

Jacques Gagnon’s uncle was there. Eugene Gagnon was in Class 46, and in 2011, his nephew shared precious mementoes to pay homage to his uncle.

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Brian is now doing the same thing in 2014.

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Missing since 19 November 1942

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LAC Mervyn Jack Mills

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Somewhere in Canada, probably Eugène Gagnon in 1942 flying Harvard 2777.

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Probably…

Eugène Gagnon Dunnville

He got his wings at No. 6 S.F.T.S. Dunnville on April 28th, 1942.

Eugene BCATP

Became a staff pilot at Paulson, Manitoba.

Dunnville Eugene Gagnon plaque

Became a Mosquito pilot.

Flew 33 intruder missions over Germany.

Decorated with a DFC.

plane crash 21 October 1947 Windsor Mills, Quebec

Killed in a plane crash on October 21, 1947.

One month before he was to get married.

About Mervyn Jack Mills

LAC Mervyn Jack Mills did his training at No. 6 S.F.T.S. Dunnville with LAC Lawrence Walton Montague. I am still searching for him.

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Mervyn has someone who wants people to remember his sacrifice in WWII. Mervyn was a young Spitfire pilot from New Zeland.

Boy-Mervyn Mills

He never came back to New Zeland, and his body was never found.

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Pictures from 132 (Bombay) Squadron

Flying Officer Arthur O. Weeks, from Barbados, and Flight Sergeant Collins A Joseph of Trinidad, photographed while serving as pilots with No 132 Squadron RAF Fighter Command in 1943. [Copyright: Air Historical Branch (11478)]

Source http://www.caribbeanaircrew-ww2.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/weekesjoseph.jpg

Harvard 2595

Found on this Website…

2595 North American Harvard Mk.II
  NA-66 66-2328
Assigned to No. 1 Training Command in Ontario.  Classified as instructional airframe A 279 on 27 March 1943.  Later marked 279B, probably post war.
first date: 9 October 1940 last date: 27 November 1961
Taken on strength Struck off

Found on this Website…

British Pathe

Aerial shot of the buildings, runways, etc. of a RAF (Royal Air Force) training establishment in Canada. Two C/Us of trainees in the control tower. Good shots of the runway with several Fairey Battle fighter aeroplanes lined up prior to take off, squadron of airmen are marching past. C/U of a pilot seated in his aircraft. Various shots of a single engined trainer plane taking off. Pan with a Fairey Battle taking off. Aerial shot of the runways and hangars at the base.

 

Sometimes the comment section is most interesting

This is what can be found in the comment section of yesterday’s post.

Thoughts on “Brief History of No. 6 S.F.T.S. in Dunnville, Ontario”

    Richard Perry says:    
    December 19, 2011 at 4:42 pm Edit    

I trained at Dunnville on Harvards in 1942 and continued training on other aircraft in England, finally ending up on Lancasters in 1944 on 218 Squadron, Chedburgh in England where I completed a tour with Bomber Command. I am now 88 years old and am still flying but in Cessna 172′s rather than Harvards.

Flt.Lt.Richard Perry
see Perry Engineering Ltd.

 

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        Pierre Lagacé says:    
        December 19, 2011 at 5:22 pm Edit    

I got my answer…

Excerpts from the Diary of LAC Richard P. Perry.

Left Lachine Manning Depot in Montreal and proceeded to:

No. 6 SFTS, Dunnville on March 6, 1943

Course #76, ‘C’ Flight

The first lessons were introductory and designed to familiarize us with the North American Harvard. Spent considerable hours, during each day, studying the flying manuals and sitting in the cockpit. My first flight was on March 9, 1943 and my instructor was Sergeant Potts.

Harvard #2960 1.45 hrs

Air Experience flight with Potts.

Flew over to Welland for some low flying, then back to base for lectures, then back in the air again for circuits and bumps. (takeoff, circuit and land). Sat in the cockpit for several hours in the evening familiarizing myself with the controls and the instruments.

March 10, 1943

Harvard #3118 1.05 hrs

Lectures in morning, then up for takeoffs, spins & recovery, circuits and landings.

Was impressed with how nicely these aircraft handle after the Tiger Moths. No more worries about starting the engine but remember not to release the brakes until the ground crew member signaled that he had unplugged the starter AC and remember to put the undercarriage down before landing. (there was a warning device installed)

March 11, 1943

Harvard #3118 1.15 hrs Up for a test with F/O Gordon. He had me going over everything that I knew about flying and some of the things I didn’t know. It’s funny how they expect that you can get into a completely unfamiliar aircraft with only two days of instruction and know everything about it. Spent the evening in the cockpit going over all of the drills, instruments and controls.

March 12, 1943

Harvard #2960

Lectures in morning and finishing off with tests on airmanship and aicraft recognition. Spent the afternoon in the Link Trainer. All the talk now is about going solo. Had a long discussion with Potts about this item and he reiterated that he would have us off by the end of the week.

March 13, 1943

Harvard #2960 1 hour

Potts took me for a thorough test, all the items I did know or should know. Very exhausting. A day off to recuperate while he dealt with his other two pupils. It was payday and we each received $30.00 !!!!!

March 15, 1943

Harvard #2954 2.15 hrs

A short flight with Potts and then SOLO. Marvelous feeling to be up there in a powerful machine on my own. Now I had to remember all of the instructions myself. Takeoff, wheels up, flaps up, propeller pitch to normal, throttle back, around the circuit, flaps down wheels down, propeller to fine pitch, throttle back, tailwheel locked, brakes unlocked, nose up and touchdown. I flew around for a couple of hours, making sure that I knew how to handle everything, then taxied in and shut down. Taxiing quite difficult. Cannot see over the nose so have to fishtail back and forth across the runway.

We had lectures every afternoon.

March 16, 1943

Harvard #2558

Up for test flight with F/O Gairdner. Again went through all of the familiar drills. Spent the rest of the morning practicing.

Between now and March 27, 1943, spent every day flying, either cross country, low flying, circuits and bumps, rolls, spins, etc. in endless number.

Some of the interesting features of the aircraft:

It had 550HP up front and this meant lots of torque on take-off, difficult to keep the plane on the runway. Then again, landing was very tricky with a ground loop a very natural result. We all had some problems. Jimmy Spanhake, as an example, skidded down the runway on his nose but got out safely.

Getting in to a spin was easy, the aircraft just naturally flipped over after a stall, the big problem was the recovery. Two or three turns was fine but more than that and you were in trouble. Someone had told me that, after five turns there was no way to recover and it was difficult, if not impossible, to get out of the cockpit.

A roll, after the difficulty of rolling a Tiger Moth, was a joy. With all that horsepower up front one could fly completely around the roll without using the rudder at all.

By this time I was completely familiar with the aircraft and looking forward to Wings Parade. For some time now, we had heard rumors that there were too many pilots and not sufficient aircraft overseas. I was interviewed by the CO and advised that I had two options. Either go back to New Zealand, complete training and carry on as an instructor or re-muster. I decided on the latter option for the reason that this was the only way in which I would have the opportunity of participating in the war. Total time in the air was 30 hours day, 5 hours night and 8 hours in the Link Trainer.

I was advised that there was an opening on an Air Observer course at Malton, outside Toronto, so entered my name and was accepted.

To Toronto Friday, April 2, 1943

This is Richard Perry’s Website where this story is told.

His WWII experiences are documented here.

Brief History of No. 6 SFTS in Dunnville

Post I wrote in 2010.

Lest We Forget

Eugène Gagnon had some of his pilot training in Dunnville, Ontario.


He got his wings there on April 24, 1942. Then he moved to Paulson, Manitoba to become a Staff Pilot.

Brief History of No. 6 SFTS

The Dunnville flying school, No. 6 SFTS, opened on November 25th 1940; one of the 28 Service Flying Training Schools constructed in Canada under the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan.

The base had five hangers, three double runways, 50 H-huts, a drill hall, canteen, fire hall and other buildings.

Students attending the school had previously completed an eight week elementary course at a Flying Training School. After an additional 12 – 16 weeks at Dunnville, they would earn their wings.

The first group of 50 graduates received their wings on February 10th 1941. While the base was in operation it graduated a total of 2436 pilots. Students came from New Zealand, Australia, Great…

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It always starts like this…

A comment…

I found this very specific information about Lester Charles Jones, the American buried in the Alliance (Nebraska) Cemetery (All text is copied directly from the listing for the sale of this medal…!)

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An exclamation point!

Good grief!

Was this reader trying to tell me something…?

I guess so because he is the one who shared these.

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He added this heartfelt comment.

It feels that way, Pierre.

When I found the decoration and read his story, I cried. It seemed – and is! – so wrong that anyone can sell medals awarded by governments to individuals for exceptional sacrifice in war. It would be like buying someone’s grave marker for a Halloween event to scare the kiddies, in my mind. A disgrace. The only good that came of it is we now have a very full description of his life and death. I will never walk by that grave again without a moment of silence, a salute from one old soldier to another. It should be against the law to sell such things. This man is more than a $225 (or whatever it was) chunk of cash in someone’s pocket for shameful behavior.

The irony is that there is a place where that medal not only could have been on display with the story of Lester Charles Jones, it and Lester would have been given the full respect he earned through his sacrifice. As I’ve mentioned, I volunteer Thursday afternoons at […] Nebraska.

Most of the displays and resources there are donations from family who found military memorabilia in Dad or Mom’s closet after they died, realized there was no equitable way to share it with survivors or no survivors particularly wanted it because it would end up in their closets for lack of better ideas on what to do with it.

But, the family recognized its importance. The museum gave them a way to honor a loved one by sharing his or her memorabilia, and visitors to the museum gain knowledge of the impact of war on ordinary people in a small, isolated town in Western Nebraska. Heroes walk among us, silent in life many times because of the horrors they experienced in service to their country, but revealed and honored after they are gone because

we all need to recognize the fact John Wayne was just a fiction, but these people lived, fought, and sometimes died to save a world from tyranny. It’s a small museum, but it serves a large purpose.

If we can’t have the medal for the Museum, I can, at least, make sure his story isn’t lost. There is a project in the USA (I think Canada, too) to photograph each grave marker in every cemetery in the country, and to put together as much information as possible for the stories of the individuals buried there. The other history museum in town, is in charge of the local project. My friend, the director of the museum, has a small staff and volunteers who’ve been deeply involved in that project, but there over 8600 graves in the city cemetery, more than live in town! Little by little, though, they are working through the task, and it seems only fitting that I pass on what I found on Lester Charles Jones in case they don’t have some or all of it, other than a photo of the grave marker.  

Mervyn Jack Mills – 19

Mervyn is much more than a name on a page.

Mervyn Jack Mills banquet document 2

Taken from this Website…

  • Son of George William Alfred Worthy Mills and Gwendoline Eleanor Mills of Parnell, Auckland.
  • Mervyn Jack Mills was born at Auckland on 19 February 1923. He had two sisters. He received his primary education at Te Kuiti Primary School (1928 – 1931 approximately) and Parnell Primary School (1932-1934) and his secondary education (studying electrical engineering) at the Seddon Memorial Technical College (1935-1936). His hobbies were shooting and swimming.
  • At the time he enlisted for war service with the RNZAF in June 1940, he was employed as a Warehouseman by J Wiseman and Sons Ltd, Auckland. Elsewhere in his service record his trade is described as a saddlery salesman.
  • Mills was enlisted for aircrew training on 27 July 1941 at the Ground Training School, Levin, and was posted on 8 September to No 4 Elementary Flying Training School, Whenuapai, to commence his flying training. On 17 November 1941 he embarked for Canada to continue his training under the Empire Air Training Scheme.
  • He was posted to No 6 Service Flying Training School in Dunnville, Ontario, shortly after his arrival in Canada. It was while he was stationed there on 27 March 1942 that he was awarded his flying badge and promoted to Sergeant. This was superseded by his being commissioned as a pilot officer with effect from the same date. On 1 October 1942, while in Wales, he was promoted to flying officer. Meanwhile, on 5 April 1942, he proceeded to No 1 “Y” Depot, Halifax, Nova Scotia to await embarkation for the United Kingdom.
  • Having arrived in England in mid May 1942, Mills was held at No 3 Personnel Reception Centre, Bournemouth, until posted on 3 July 1942 to No 5 (Pilots) Advanced Flying Unit, Ternhill, Shropshire. From here he was posted on 22 July 1942 to No 53 Operational Training Unit, first at Landlow, and later to Rhoose, both in Glamorganshire, Wales. With his unit he completed his training on Spitfire fighter aircraft prior to being posted on 14 October 1942 to No 132 Squadron, Martlesham, Suffolk, to commence operational flying.
  • As the pilot of a Spitfire fighter he engaged in sixteen operational flights, mostly convoy patrols but including one low level attack against an enemy objective and one enemy aircraft interception flight.
  • Mills was the pilot of a Spitfire fighter which failed to return to its base and he was classified as missing. His death was officially presumed to have occurred on 19 November 1942 as a result of air operations. At the time of his death he had completed 273 flying hours as a pilot.

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Portrait, 1942, Mills standing, wearing leather jacket, standing in corner of brick walled area. Mills had written the following on the back of the original photograph “25-3-42 – Yours Truly. Taken outside the Dormitory at Dunnville on day of the last flight at Dunnville. I was in a hurry to get back into the air. Hence the clothing and worried expression. Note the flying boots.”

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