Saturday, September 14, 2013

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few...

This is the story of the only Royal Canadian Air Force Squadron to take part in the Battle of Britain and my Dad's (Russell Mackie Bragg) part in it.

Norman, Rusty and Raymond
Bragg
Russell or Rusty to those who knew him well was born in Gleichen, Alberta on September 14, 1914 to John Thomas of Collingwood, Nova Scotia and Julia West Gamble of Castlereagh.  One of four boys, he was an outstanding athlete, having been scouted by the Chicago Cubs (an offer he turned down because in the midst of the Depression, he was needed at home on the farm).  He also excelled in hockey and running.  After high school in a one room school, he went to Normal School and returned home to teach in Rockyford.  Restless, though, he soon enrolled at the Southern Alberta Institute of Technology and got his certificate in Locomotive Engineering.

On May 28, 1937, he and his best friend, Jack Elviss joined the Royal Canadian Air Force where Rusty's engineering skills were soon put to use with No. 1 Fighter Squadron.  About this time, during a tonsillectomy, he met my mother, Dorothy Harrigan (his nurse) and the two planned to marry, but then Canada declared war on Germany.  

RCAF Insignia
Transferred to Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, the Squadron was then held during the Phony War.  Mom travelled from Calgary and the two were married in the east.  They had a few wonderful months, getting to know many of Rusty's family on both his mother and father's sides.  

During the summer of 1940, a few hundred airmen stood in the way of Hitler's massive air attack on England. One hundred Canadians were among them.

Dubbed the Battle of Britain, it was the first decisive clash of Second World War and the first battle in history to be fought exclusively in the air.

"It is certainly an awful sight to behold those ugly black bombers in rank after rank," remembered Canadian pilot Ernest McNab. "Your mouth dries up like cotton wool. You lose all sense of space and time. We fought far above the clouds in a world of our own - a world of freezing cold, of limitless space traced with white plumed trails of wheeling aircraft as they fought. It was like skywriting gone mad. "

Rusty Bragg on left
with wrecked Hurricane
 For some Canadian airmen the Battle of Britain was baptism by fire. At the time, Canada had a fledgling air force. Many Canadian pilots fought with the British military. But as the Battle of Britain raged on, the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) Number One Squadron went into action.

Ernest McNab led the Canadian squadron. The short, stocky engineer from Rosthern, Saskatchewan was the country's most experienced fighter pilot but on the eve of battle McNab was worried.

"This is the lowest point in my life. I didn't think my men were ready for combat."

Not trained as fighter pilots, his men had spent only 20 hours in their planes. Most had fired only once at a moving target. Now they had to face the fearsome Luftwaffe during some of the fiercest fighting in the battle. 
And their inexperience proved deadly. 

As Battle of Britain continued, Allied aircrews were out-numbered and losing pilots faster than they could be replaced.

Hartland de Montarville Molson had left Montreal, the family business and his young bride, Maria Magdalena Posner, to fly for Canada.

"Since noon yesterday we have done seven patrols of at least an hour each. Bill Sprenger, Cupe Hyde, Bob Corbette and Jean Paul Desloges have all either had to bail out or force land, but are not in bad shape. Having had two slugs and dinner it is now time for sleep, because we go at dawn tomorrow. "

Quick repair before
another sortie
By mid-September, Hitler was running out of time to establish air superiority over south and east England. Soon winter weather and tides would force him to delay an invasion of Britain until spring.

On September 15, 1940 Germany launched as all-out aerial attack.

At 11:30 in the morning, air raid sirens wailed over London. Waves of incoming German aircraft left thousands dead and London in ruins. British, Canadian and other Allied pilots scrambled to their Hurricanes and Spitfires.

"It was a terrific spectacle," McNab recalled. "There were more than a thousand aircraft in the sky just south of London. So many that there was as much danger of colliding with another fellow as there was of being shot down."

British Prime Minister Winston Churchill was in the command bunker deep below the streets of London. "I asked Air Vice Marshall what other reserves have we," he wrote. 'There are none,' he replied. The odds were great; our margins small; the stakes infinite."

The German planes retreated but came back two hours later. "It was a quick shot and away for someone was sure to be on your tail," Ernest McNab remembered. "I counted nine aircraft falling at one time, and there were parachutes everywhere. After fifteen minutes there was hardly a plane in the sky - the Germans had run for home."

But by the end of the day Germany has lost over 60 aircraft and failed to smash the Allied air defenses. 

Although British cities would be bombed nightly for the next six months, the threat of invasion was over, the Allies had won the Battle of Britain. Twenty-two Canadian pilots had died winning it.

Canadian aviation underwent rapid growth after the Battle of Britain. By the end of the war, 48 RCAF squadrons were stationed overseas. Almost 10,000 Canadians died in air raids over Germany in an effort to destroy German industry and the morale of the German people.

Rusty Bragg in France
after D Day
By October the Squadron had shot down 31 German planes with another 43 probables. Their losses included 16 Hurricanes and three pilots.  During this time, Rusty Bragg was quickly promoted from Leading Aircraftsman to Flying Officer and in 1944 he was awarded the honour of Member, Order of the British Empire.  The citation states:  This officer is the squadron engineering officer.  During the Battle of Britain and during several bombings of Northolt and later at Digby, he was always in the forefront directing others and setting an example for all.  It has been due to his unrelenting efforts that his unit was transferred from older to newer aircraft in record time.  He has been responsible for the fine serviceability record of the unit and has rendered outstanding service throughout.

When asked what his MBE was for, Rusty always responded "My Bloody Effort".

No. 1 Fighter Squadron was renamed 401 Squadron, RCAF shortly after the Battle of Britain and went on to distinguish itself during the raid on Dieppe and on D Day, where Rusty's role was to establish the first landing strip and repair depot in continental Europe.  He was a Squadron Leader by this time and had spent over four years overseas.  He was done in and sent home because of a motorcycle accident in the French countryside.

Battle of Britain Memorial
Flight
Every year on September 15th, or the nearest Sunday (designated Battle of Britian Sunday) I remember with pride my Dad and all the young men of No. 1 Fighter Squadron who led Canada into battle.


Friday, September 13, 2013

Lost at Sea - a Family Tragedy

Brig, similar to the
Phoebe Ellen
I wrote a brief story about this incident in my travel blog this summer and it got a lot of response.  Many people had difficulty understanding how Captain John Dill could stand by and not try to avert this tragedy. However, given the time period and the intensity with which many of these early settlers practiced their religion, I'm sure he felt God would save them.  So here's the tale:

The Dill Family of Londonderry Township, Colchester County, Nova Scotia descended from a line of Ulster Scots that came from Northern Ireland in the 1760s.  Robert Dill and Jane Denny raised 8 children on their grant near Great Village. Of their three sons, George became a school teacher, John became a farmer and Robert learned the ship building trade. Both of John's sons Robert and John followed their uncle into the seafaring life
Captain Robert Dill

Robert Dill sailed the seas in his brig "Phoebe Ellen" and he also served his community as Justice of the Peace and Collector of Customs and then later as village postmaster.  In 1841 he married Mary Ann Peers, granddaughter of my United Empire Loyalist ancestor, Alexander Peers.  The two had a family of 4 girls and 5 boys Including another John and his brother David Robert.

This is the story of John and David Dill (3rd cousins, twice removed) and William Henry McLellan (3rd cousin, 4 times removed)  and their tragic deaths in the Bay of Fundy.  The brig "Phoebe Ellen" was a two masted vessel, square rigged on both masts and had been built by Captain Robert Dill (father of John and David) in the 1860s near Great Village.  On January 8, 1872 the ship was loaded with goods bound for Cuba.  John Dill had just taken command of the ship and his younger brother, David, had left his position as school master to come on the voyage.  It was his first time as a crew member and he worked well with his cousin William McLellan. 

William Henry McLellan was the son of another sea captain, Capt. William McLellan and his wife Nancy Agnes Perry.  He was 22 years old at the time of this event.

As the ship neared Toney's Cove near Digby, all sails were furled and the crew was on deck.  Everything looked ship-shape.  Inexplicably, in a freak northwesterly gale and thick fog  the vessel was drive aground and lost.  The weather was extremely cold.  The question then became: "Why did the Captain not take measures to prevent this grounding?"  Of the many things he could have done to prevent the wreck, he did nothing.

An investigation showed that the accident took place on a Sunday and being a staunch Presbyterian, Captain John Dill practiced what he preached - and that included not working on the Sabbath.  Unfortunately, this left the ship in peril when the weather turned on them.

Capt. John Dill, Sr. was a man of the highest character (as I knew him from my boyhood); respected by everybody and after this sad event, he settled down at his home in Great Village, becoming the post master, which position he retained until he died. (Written by Capt Chas. A Morrison)" [taken from the scrapbook of Christina McLellan 1854-1942, as transcribed by her great-granddaughter G. Diane Urquhart] 

The young Dill brothers were laid to rest together in the Folly Village Cemetery.  William Henry McLellan was buried at the Portaupique Beach Cemetery just down the road.

A sad day for all involved.
Grave of John and David Dill
The body of Captain Dill was found ashore, cut in half by the ice packs in the Bay.  His young brother, David and cousin William McLellan were found frozen to death, lashed to the