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Re: Nightfighter Navigator W/Cdr Douglas A Oxby DSO DFC DFM*
Richard - Have just seen this, sorry. My condolences to you and your family.
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Re: Nightfighter Navigator W/Cdr Douglas A Oxby DSO DFC DFM*
Thank you all. But don't be too sorry fellas. Doug was 88 when he died. That's a good age. He had lived a far more interesting life than any of us could ever hope for. He had seen the red mist of action where I see traffic at red lights. At his funeral we had all sorts of WWII veterens turn up with their assorted DSOs DFCs and Lord only knows what other gongs jangling in the sunshine.. Russ Bannock was there. It was touching, humbling and inspiring - all at once. I was thankful I could speak without my voice cracking. I didn't want to let him down. I was grateful to them for being there to say farewell. So, for those who are interested - here's the text of the service including my personal tribute to my old man..
High Flight Read by Jack Cahan Oh ! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun split clouds, and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even Eagle flew And while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed santity of space I put out my hand and touched the face of God The Gremlins On Malta Read by Russ Bannock The Gremlins are waiting just over the wall They’re waiting and watching to give you a fall When least you expect it they’re out in a flash To trap the unwary and laugh at his crash They’ve been on the island since flying began And try to prevent it as much as they can Their method is always the same, more or less They make your arrival a hell of a mess The wall to the south is the favourite lair Of those little Gremlins who jump in the air Without any warning they make a bee-line For any young chap who‘s cutting things fine When coming in slow with a few feet to spare The Gremlins will spot you and creep from their lairs They’ll shoot out their arms with lashings of mirth And seize your contraption or drag it to earth So if you approach with your height running short Keep plenty of speed on, or you’ll surely be caught The man who depends on his flaps and his slots Is grabbed in a jiffy and tied into knots. So, beware of the Gremlins who live by the wall They’re waiting for fellows who flirt with the stall Remember my warning and give her the gun Or else you’ll arrive as some others have done. Unknown RAF wit. Malta 1942 Douggie Oxby - Nightfighter Navigator 'Ace' A Tribute Read by Richard Simon Oxby Like many other airmen, my Dad didn't much care for the elitist associations the word 'Ace' confers. You see, my old man's beginnings were quite modest. He was a Canton lad, originally from the rough terraced streets near Riverside... Doug Oxby was born in Cardiff Wales on 10th July 1920. He enlisted in the Royal Air Force in 1940 and served over three operational years until the conclusion of hostilities in 1945. He served with 68, 89 and 219 Squadrons as a nightfighter navigator. He flew Blenheims, Beaufighters and Mosquitoes in his time - and had the distinction of becoming the top scoring nightfighter navigator of all Allied forces in the Second World War with twenty-two confirmed victories. This was a remarkable achievement for the french polisher's boy from Cardiff. Doug began his career as a Leading Aircraftsman (ground radar mechanic) but soon volunteered for re-training as an aircrew radar operator, known at the time simply as 'Observer' for reasons of secrecy. Once qualified he was assigned to 68 Squadron at High Ercall Shropshire. Doug's first successful combat was on 1st November 1941 when he assisted his Aussie pilot Mervyn Shipard DFC intercept and destroy a bomb laden Heinkel III headed for Liverpool. The stricken aircraft crashed into farmland near Llangefni on Anglesey – which is an island off the north west coast of his native Wales. Later on Doug and Ship deliberately sought out more opportunities together to become involved in the thick of the action. Early in 1942 they volunteered for active service together in the Mediterranean and the Western Desert. As a consequence they quickly increased their tally of night victories with 89 squadron in the defence of Malta. This was in spite of enemy bombs dropping all around them and re-cratering their already potholed runways. Following a period of enforced 'rest' in the UK by 1943 Doug was paired up with Wing Commander Peter Green who was the CO of 219 squadron. Peter Green's usual navigator was Grimmy - but he had been sent on rest. Meanwhile W/Cdr Green recognised young Douggie Oxby as someone with considerable potential as a nightfighter 'nav/rad' and decided to take him on. It seems Douggie's reputation was making him sought after amongst more senior pilots. He was on his way to becoming one of the most successful navigators in the nightfighting business. Shortly after pairing up together the Oxby Green partnership produced results – with the destruction of three Ju87 Stuka dive bombers confirmed in just one night patrol. These aircraft were attempting to bomb the bridges over the Waal near the town of Nijmegan in Holland. Had the Luftwaffe been allowed to succeed in this mission their actions could have held up the Allied advance. This fact was not lost on the Luftwaffe. Research conducted recently in the German archives shows somehow enemy intelligence had acquired the names of the successful Oxby-Green nightfighter team.. Douggie Oxby at this time was still a young slightly built lad, keen on football, with a twinkling almost rogueish eye and a keen wit that seemed almost just about to bubble over. In the air however his exuberant commentary was very effective in directing his pilots to their elusive prey in the darkness. Doug's style over the intercom always remained a fluent and unflurried stream of directions 'steady steady, starboard five, throttle up and climb a touch'. When asked whether they had ever had much trouble with the notoriously slow Stuka Ju87's Douggie admitted Peter Green had been forced to drop both flap and landing gear just to stay behind the lumbering old dive bombers. Even then it was difficult not to overshoot. It was a dicey game they were playing. The recoil from opening fire with four cannon at 100 knots airspeed might reduce their own speed by as much as 18 knots – enough to bring them dangerously close to a stall. It paid to keep some altitude in hand. Doug mentioned to me in one of our taped sessions - almost as an afterthought - that despite the difficulties that night they might have accounted for a fourth Stuka had Peter not been blinded and forced to turn away. The enemy observer had fired off a dazzling cluster of phosphorus recognition flares right in their faces. In his time Doug flew with quite a variety of pilots. He saw considerable activity over Tobruk following the battles between Montgomery's desert rats and Rommel's Afrika Korps in the Western Desert. Whilst on Malta he served as aircrew with 89 squadron's small detachment of Beaufighter Mk I's. This aircraft was a perfect flying platform for it's fearsome armament which included four 20mm cannon and eight wing mounted .303 machine guns. The punch from this monster could make short work of any enemy unfortunate enough to come within range of their devastating firepower. The Beaufighter's cannon were described by one pilot as being 'like hell's own hammers crashing upon some huge aerial anvil'. Suffice to say their cannon deafened our own crews - as well as silencing the enemy. On several occasions watching through the choking cordite fumes which quickly filled the fuselage - young Oxby would be horrified (but also secretly pleased) to see yet another enemy aircraft disintegrate in front of them. One time an enemy Junkers 88 just ahead exploded in a fireball - engulfing their own aircraft too. Now ablaze themselves Shipard saved the day - and their lives with some quick thinking. He put the Beau into a steep dive which quickly extinguished the 'flaming bonfire'. Merv wasn't too worried (or so he said at the time) because – 'it was just cheap 'n nasty German petrol'. At about this time Doug received his first DFM by selflessly giving up his oxygen supply to his pilot at 22000ft - knowing there was very little available left to him personally. Typically Douggie made little of the episode and modestly denied his heroism. The truth was he had shown considerable courage on many occasions in life threatening circumstances. There were often times he freely admitted to having been scared witless. One night Ship's airspeed indicator became u/s - the result of ice building-up in the wing pitot tube. Sensing the aircraft was flying too slowly and nearing a stall Ship pushed the stick forward to lower the nose and gain airspeed - but still the knots indicated on the IAS dial remained static. Shipard pushed the control column further forward. The Beau responded dutifully and promptly entered a 'bunt' (a loop) before obliging Ship further by entering an uncontrollable inverted flat spin. Meanwhile Oxby was being thrown about helplessly in the fuselage like a rag doll in a washing machine. He was terrified and not for the first time. In the end Ship lost around 20,000ft of altitude before finally managing to regain control. Oxby had already been ordered to bail out. But somehow Doug had unintentionally caught his rip cord on an obstruction – causing his parachute to deploy whilst still inside the aircraft. Having struggled for several minutes now he was completely exhausted - and quite unable to effect an escape. Effectively trapped he lay back in the parachute silk - and prepared to meet his maker... In all, Merv & Doug walked away from no less than seven crashes - any one of which could easily have killed them. Several crashes resulted in the destruction of their aircraft. But they always seemed able to walk away from the wreckage - and the authorities in charge didn't seem to mind - so long as their tally of German aircraft remained greater than their losses of rather expensive Beaufighters. Whilst serving in the defence of Malta the squadron were re-equipped with new radar equipment. Doug explained 'Back then we were so short of juice that every operator was considered to be operational after just one twenty minute practice'. Other crews spent weeks struggling with their unfamiliar equipment before becoming proficient. So it was surprising to find this crew seemed able to produce positive results after such a short practice period. Douggie laughed 'We did four sorties from Luqa the same night' he said. Asked what luck he had had Doug replied 'One destroyed and one probable - both Heinkels. The probable was one of those annoying blighters that wouldn't burn. We chased it down from twelve to one thousand feet, and used all our ammo on it too'. It did not seem to strike him as anything of an achievement to get two visuals and combats straight off the reel with completely strange equipment. There was only a vague regret they hadn't properly fixed the probable. Doug went to fly with Wing Commander Peter Green to pile up the record score for any of the Allied night fighter navigators. He produced thirty-six visuals on enemy aircraft in total which resulted in twenty-six combats. Of these twenty-two of the enemy were definitely destroyed and two more were damaged. For the record Doug's tally compares rather well with his better known contemporaries. 'Cat's Eyes' John Cunningham for example (famed for improving his eyesight with the consumption of orange coloured root vegetables) scored only twenty-one enemy aircraft destroyed. My Dad hated carrots. One of the aircraft Peter Green and Doug destroyed was shot down while the pair were only on one egg whisk - the other engine having failed during the chase. Another time whilst close astern of another Ju88 over München-Gladbach there had been no response at all from the cannon when Peter tried to open fire. Doug commented dryly 'Leaves one with rather a naked feeling, doesn't it ?' After the war's end Doug was granted a permanent commission in the Royal Air Force and his decorations included a Distinguished Service Order, the Distinguished Flying Cross, and the Distinguished Flying Medal and Bar. He served in a variety of appointments including air defence operations at Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers in Europe at Versailles, France; directing Staff at the Joint Services Staff College, UK and Assistant Air Advisor on the staff of the British High Commissioner in Ottawa, Canada from 1962-1966. Doug retired for the RAF in 1969 and emigrated to Canada where he served as a civil servant in the Ontario Ministry of Health in Toronto until 1984. Doug was a family man and a good father, husband and grandfather. He was married for forty happy years to his beloved wife Margaret before she passed away. That was almost three years ago now. How time flies. Doug was also the sort of man who would help anyone who had a problem. He was a gentle soul. He was stupidly generous at times. But he was always concerned to be a good friend to the people he knew. Loyalty was important to him. I knew him to be a good cook. A man with varied interests. He liked watching sport. He also liked a beer or two while listening to his classical music. You know folks - in many ways my father was really was quite an ordinary bloke. He was an unassuming bespectacled grandfather. If you passed him walking down the street, or bumped into him in the supermarket you would scarcely think there was anything special about the old fella. But different he was. My Dad led an extraordinary life. A charmed life. He touched many people. With your permission ladies and gentlemen I will conclude with a short passage from my father's unpublished memoirs... He said toward the end : 'They say one should never look back, but sixty-odd years after these wartime events, it is difficult not recall those times without a sense of pride, perhaps tinged with a little sadness. I know many of the airfields, and places I once knew have long since gone, like the people who once worked and flew from them. In memory however, if not in fact - these places remain unchanged in my memory. Takali remains much the same. I made my pilgrimage back to Malta just last year. And Anglesey remains much the same too. Anglesey in particular retains something I find difficult to describe. It’s still a desolate wind-blown place, despite its modern fast jets, and the RAF’s fighter pilot training programme. If you ever visit Valley in Wales, you might see a farmer busy with his tractor on the land bordering the runways, overlooked by the observation tower built after the war’s end. And when I think about Valley, down the longest corridors of memory, I can still faintly hear Binwood calling us ‘Hello, Razzle 44….’ My old friend Shipard, and his Australian accent is just as it was years ago, coming through loud and clear. I can hear the GCI too, ‘This is Binwood, Razzle 44, you are clear for take off.’ Once again a young man, almost a lifetime away, I join Ship and the Beaufighter again just for a few moments, as we rumble down the concrete runway. Ever faster over the weeds now growing unchecked between cracks in the runway’s slabs, and suddenly the rattle and roll stops, and were soaring skywards, powerfully surging upwards into a darkening sky. Later, I wander again through the adjutant’s office and into the orderly room. They haven’t changed either. Each contributes its share of atmosphere, and I can smell it. Its’ like returning to my grandmother’s home. Then I’m out in the open, striding past hangers out toward the runway, where the old dispersal hut once stood. There is no trace of it now. The place is silent and brooding, like the charred wrecks of the aircraft that were destroyed. Like those Lundy Island Heinkels. Standing there, I can hear Crombie, Leathard, Ship, and Peter. My old friends whispering around me. They make me shiver, and I take a step back, and look up toward the sun. The splintered shafts of light dazzle, and force this observer to consider less painful parts of the sky. Just once in a while, I take the time to look back across the years, and remember... Far away, and just for a moment, I am transported. Once again separated by time and space. I hear what sounds to me like the distant rumbling thunder of cannon fire - followed by the growl of Hercules engines. Perhaps it’s the ghost from my Nightfighter past echoing down the years.' At the setting of the Sun and in the morning, we will remember him. Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah Text: William Williams, 1717-1791; trans. from the Welsh by Peter Williams and the author1. Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak, but thou art mighty; hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven, bread of heaven, feed me till I want no more; feed me till I want no more. 2. Open now the crystal fountain, whence the healing stream doth flow; let the fire and cloudy pillar lead me all my journey through. Strong deliverer, strong deliverer, be thou still my strength and shield; be thou still my strength and shield. 3. When I tread the verge of Jordan, bid my anxious fears subside; death of death and hell's destruction, land me safe on Canaan's side. Songs of praises, songs of praises, I will ever give to thee; |
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Re: Nightfighter Navigator W/Cdr Douglas A Oxby DSO DFC DFM*
Thank you so much for that Richard.
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Peter Verney ex nav/rad |
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Re: Nightfighter Navigator W/Cdr Douglas A Oxby DSO DFC DFM*
As Peter said, thanks.
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Re: Nightfighter Navigator W/Cdr Douglas A Oxby DSO DFC DFM*
Link to Daily Telegraph's obit :
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/military-obituaries/air-force-obituaries/5225866/Wing-Commander-Douggie-Oxby.html |
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Re: Nightfighter Navigator W/Cdr Douglas A Oxby DSO DFC DFM*
So sorry to hear the news. Losing a father is hard -Peace to you and your family. He was obviously a man of courage and principle - I have read about his bravery. I am sure that he has gone to a better place and found his son and his fellow officers and airmen.
Godspeed to him and pride to you. |
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