I enjoyed this book. It covers in broad strokes the experiences of the men in the Polish Air Force during WWII (and a few of the women too). Some of them escaped from Poland in the fall of 1939 and fought against the Nazis during the Battle of France. Others went directly to Great Britain, or went there after France capitulated. They played an important role during the Battle of Britain and in the subsequent air campaigns, especially in the years before the US entered the war. Other Polish pilots ended up in Soviet gulags and came to Britain later, after the Soviet Union was attacked by Germany. The book covers not just the military endeavors of the Poles, but also their adjustment to life in Great Britain and how they interacted with the RAF and civilians.
For many of the men, just getting out of Poland was an adventure worthy of a movie or a novel. They snuck through Romania, the Middle East, Northern Africa, and France. They flew, walked, and sailed. One man “worked out that the 18 Poles with whom he went on a training course in Torquay had between them been in 65 different camps, received a dozen death-sentences and been condemned to a total of more than 350 years’ hard labour.”
The book begins with this dedication, which both sets the tone for the narrative and sums is up: “To the men and women of the Polish Air Force who fought so long and so hard for so little.” So little for their country, perhaps, but so much for those fighting Hitler from the west.
A few quotes of interest:
On Polish airplane mechanics: “Such is the unwritten but immutable law, that the machine belongs not to God, nor to the king, nor to the government, but to him, and only him, an oil-smeared scarecrow in blue overalls.”
About a posting to a Scottish coastal base for patrol duty: “Only a couple of weeks after their arrival they sighted what they took to be a U-boat, and bombed the guts out of an unsuspecting shark.”
An account that shows both the bravery of the Polish airmen and how the war effected them and their families: “On 16 September 1942 Wellington ‘Ela’ was set upon by no fewer than six German fighters near the Spanish coast, but managed to shoot down one, damage a second, and shake off the remaining four. The pilot, Stanislaw Targowski, was recommended for the DFC, and the signal that he had been awarded it came through two weeks later, while he was again out on patrol. His comrades prepared a surprise party—which was to be a double celebration, as news had also come through that his wife, whom he had heard nothing of since 1939, was safe and would soon be arriving in England. But Wellington ‘Ela’ did not return from patrol.”
How not to shoot down V-1 rockets: “He approached a bomb from behind and, in Polish fashion, waited until he was close—100 metres—before opening up. As he hit the bomb, it exploded. The blast tore off his propeller, bent both wings, shattered the steering-gear, and he had to bale out. After that, pilots were instructed not to open fire at less than 200 metres.”
On the difficulty of watching the Warsaw Uprising from afar: “‘As we sat around the radio, we died a little during each of those 63 days of the rising,’ one pilot of 316 said. ‘I’m a Warsaw man, born and bred, and my wife and children were there.’”
One of the big tragedies of WWII was that the Poles fought very hard and very bravely for the winning side. But in the end, they lost. Their country was never liberated (the Red Army doesn’t count), and they spent 40 years in the shadow of the Soviet Union. But this account contained a spot of hope: “One squadron leader [now stationed at an air field in Germany in spring 1945] stopped a little girl who was wandering among the planes. He told her in German that it was too dangerous a place to play, but she replied in Polish that her mother had been killed and that she was looking for her father, who was an airman. He asked what his name might be, and heard his own in reply. He had last seen his daughter in Poland, aged two.”
I enjoyed learning more about Poland and its sacrifices during WWII. There were so many times when I wished the author would have gone into more detail about someone mentioned in the text. This book did a good job of showing the big picture and whetting my appetite for some memoirs that tell more detailed accounts of individuals.