The Horry Brothers Memoir

The Horry Brothers Memoir

A brief memoir of Frank and Freddie Horry written by Freddie's wife.
There is a short memoir about Frank and a longer memoir about Freddie.
There are three stories about different operations.

One typed sheet

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Brother-in law – Frank W. Horry 1917 – 1982

Enlisted 22.5.1935. 520155 AC2
9 Sqdn. 31.10.1939 – 3.7.1940 Air Gunner. Action in Heligoland eight Op. - awarded DFM
Pilot training and commisioned [sic] 24.1.42.
Retired 19.2.1954 FL/Lt.

My husband – Arthur M. Horry (AKA Freddie inRAF [sic] )10.9.1925 – 15.12.2005
Enlisted 28.1.41. [indecipherable number]
Pilot training in Canada. Went solo but deemed foolhardy. 6.10.42
BAGS 5.3.43. A/Bom. Badge 8.7.43
106 Sqdn. Metheringham 8.6.44. 2nd crew Pilot F/L A.G.Williams
9 Sqdn. Bardney 5.9.44 with Sqn/L Williams (AKA Bill) Ops & Tallboy incl:- Sorpe & Tirpitz. Commissioned 19.2.45
50 Sqdn. 11.6.45. UKAC Singapore.

[underlined] Memories [/underlined]

106 Sqd suffered heavy losses. After one raid only two Lancs. got home to Metheringham. Arthur said the whole village was in mourning. The two crews had a huge breakfast.

9 Sqdn. 21st Birthday in Russia (for Tirpitz raid).
Running for home being attacked by German fighter. Plaintive from Rear Gunner – “If you don’t get up soon Skipper I’ll get wet feet.” Vivid account by [indecipherable letter} R G. Prettijohn –

A daylight raid on a bright summers day on an op to [indecipherable word] on German airfields which were heavily defended. I counted 50 anti aircraft guns firing at us. The smell of cordite came into the cockpit from shells exploding close to us. The rattle of shrapnel against the aircraft was sinister and Fred suddenly called out “I’ve been hit Skipper.” I went into the Bombaimer’s [sic] position and tore Fred’s shirt open to remove a lump of hot metal. Fortunately, the shrapnel’s speed had been reduced as it hit the perspex in front of Fred. Everyone heard his call out over the intercom “You clot : only got this shirt out of stores this morning.” We couldn’t help laughing. It could have been a nasty incident but Arthur said he heard a voice from behind call him by a schoolboy nickname. He was so surprised he turned and did not get hit in his face.