The gripping story of the twentieth century's greatest struggle in the modest voice of a Canadian teenager in the RAF. In 1940, nineteen-year-old Howard Hewer dreamed of being the next Billy Bishop, of piloting Spitfires or Hurricanes over Europe. His dream was shattered when he was selected instead for a career as a wireless operator in Bomber Command. But he got all the adventure he signed on for. Hewer and his crews of 218 and 148 Squadrons flew important night operations over Germany and North Africa, dropping their deadly payloads and dodging enemy flak. And he was not always much safer on the ground. He survived the Blitz in London, a U-boat attack in the South Atlantic, a fire-fight with Italian troops near el-Alamien, as well as chaste love affairs, fistfights, and beers with Boer rebels. Self-deprecating, bittersweet, and alive to both the horrors of war and the friendships and courage of the men and women who fight it,In for a Penny, In for a Poundis the unforgettable story of a young Canadian's experience of history's greatest war.

Wing Commander T.W.H. (Howard) Hewer, CD, RCAF (retired), flew operations in Bomber Command during the Second World War as a wireless operator in 148 and 218 Sqdns. He has received the Queen’s Coronation Medal, the Queen’s Golden Anniversary Medal, the Malta George Cross Fiftieth Anniversary Medal, and the Canadian Special Service Medal. Hewer lives in Toronto with his wife, Doris.

Foreword	p. xi
Preface	p. xiii
Introduction	p. xvii
List of Maps and Illustrations	p. xxi
In for a Penny
First Steps into War	p. 3
Wireless School in the West	p. 11
Gunnery School and Real Warplanes	p. 19
On the High Seas with HMS Rodney	p. 23
London and the Blitz--First Loss of Innocence	p. 28
Yatesbury Wireless School--Collision of Cultures	p. 35
Operational Training: The "Wimpy"	p. 39
In for a Pound
Operational--"The Glamour Period Is Over"	p. 53
Unto the Breach--Final Erosion of Innocence	p. 66
Blooded Members of the Club	p. 77
Adventures on Squadron Leave	p. 82
Long Night to Berlin	p. 90
Fear, Courage, and LMF	p. 97
The End of the Beginning--A New Captain and Crew	p. 101
Off to a Different War--Gibraltar, Malta, and Egypt	p. 111
The Remaining Fifteen Shillings
The Land of the Pharaohs	p. 127
Kabrit--Into the Desert War	p. 134
In Support of Eighth Army	p. 144
A Fine Line to Mutiny	p. 150
The Mail Run	p. 158
Tymbaki--A Cruel Victory	p. 167
A Costly Assault on Sicily and Leros	p. 176
All Spent
Our Last Bomb Runs	p. 187
Mission Behind Enemy Lines	p. 198
Exit from Egypt	p. 218
South Africa--Uncle Percy's Boers	p. 223
Christmas Convoy	p. 228
A "Screen Tour" and Tragic News	p. 234
The End of My Odyssey--Going Home	p. 244
Epilogue	p. 253
Bibliography	p. 257
Index	p. 259
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Foreword
by Group Captain Kenneth McDonald, OBE, DFC, RAF (Ret’d)

Many books have been written about the bomber war in Europe, the war that Adolf Hitler’s former armaments minister, Albert Speer, called "the greatest lost battle on the German side" and which "opened up a second front long before the invasion of Europe."

Howard Hewer served in that war in Europe, but he served also in the extension of it that harried General Erwin Rommel’s Afrika Korps in the campaigns of the Western Desert. These two experiences alone were enough to set him apart from fellow airmen whose operations were confined to the European theatre.

But he was not content with those experiences. In intervals between his duties as wireless operator/air gunner in Wellingtons (Wimpys), this ninteen-year-old Canadian explored England and Scotland and helped air raid wardens pull bodies from a bombed London dance hall, during which he was himself wounded by German bomb splinters. Plagued by bronchitis, he was in hospital when he learned that his crew was about to leave for the Middle East. He talked his way out of hospital, rushed to the departure airfield, and was airborne for Gibraltar at 0400 the next day. En route, their Wimpy was hit by flak off the French coast, damaging the starboard wheel, but Bill Dixon got them safely down on the airfield’s short, and only, runway.

The continuation of his operational flying in the Mediterranean theatre would make a book of its own. Living conditions were bad enough at base airfields; at advanced landing grounds they were so bad, so lacking in amenities of the crudest sort, as to stand as a permanent blot on the records of successive commanding officers who failed in their first duty — to care for the men under command.

Despite those conditions – ground crews performed miracles to keep the Wimpys flying – the aircrews dropped their bombs and strafed enemy installations in the cause of holding the Afrika Korps in check.

Hewer and his crew were part of air power’s long arm. Yet they share with compatriots in Burma and Italy the fate of all military units too far from the centre of authority. Northwest Europe was where the European war would be decided. Northwest Europe was where the news was written and broadcast.

Bomber crews who survived the dark nights of Europe will read with admiration and respect Hewer’s matter-of-fact descriptions of low-level operations at night: laying their 4,000-pound bomb alongside a mole in Benghazi harbour; repeating that op two nights later, each op requiring an overnight stop en route at a primitive ALG and ten to eleven hours flying time; and as the lone attacking aircraft, doing a timed run to drop a 4,000-pound bomb on the German headquarters at Tymbaki, on the south coast of Crete, after they had dropped (as briefed!) leaflets on the north coast town of Candia and thus alerted the defences. All three operations were flown in the space of six days.

Howard Hewer flew 300 operational hours in Wellington Marks I and II, but it was in between the spells of official ops that he got into different kinds of trouble. Among many episodes, this one stands out. Convalescing from serious illness in Cairo, and bored by the enforced inactivity, he offered his services to the Mechanical Transport Unit. While he was there, he volunteered to drive a truck as part of a two-vehicle survey some 400 miles westward into the desert, though he had never before driven a car. A British Army captain, Sergeant Hewer, and the captain’s corporal driver, set off on an expedition that took them far behind enemy lines. These and other remarkable adventures took three years of Howard’s young life.

Preface

“England Expects That Every Man Will Do His Duty”

Admiral Nelson’s signal to the British fleet at Trafalgar was obviously meant to inspire his sailors, but according to diaries of the time, reactions to what became the most famous naval signal in history were not what might have been expected.

Crusty Admiral Collingwood grumbled, "What is Nelson signalling about? We all know what we have to do." Some seamen complained, "We’ve always done our duty."

Those reactions reflect the fact that for centuries the soldiers and sailors of the British Isles have ever gone "once more unto the breach," often poorly led, always in discomfort and danger.

Since the air wars of 1914–1918 and of the Second World War, the airmen of Britain and the Commonwealth have earned the right to take their place alongside their sailor and soldier comrades. If I have one overriding, lasting impression of my many hours of operational flying on Royal Air Force squadrons, it is of my aircrew and groundcrew comrades shrugging off their fears and hardships, their sometimes poor leadership, and even abuse, all the while pushing themselves to the limits of duty to King and Country.

I believe that my motivation to enlist was partly influenced by my family’s history of service. One of my earliest recollections is of the steel helmet, the cartridge bandoliers, and the bayonet in its worn leather sheath, all covered in a film of fine coal dust, that hung behind the furnace on the cellar wall of 198 Jones Avenue in Toronto. In one of the cartridge pouches were my father’s dog tags: 342310 GNR Hewer JH CGA C of E.* He had been a gunner in the 3rd Brigade, Canadian Garrison Artillery, 11th Canadian Siege Battery, attached to the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) in Belgium in 1918, the last year of the First World War. Later I discovered that my uncle, Percy Ireland, had served in the Boer War in 1900. He had enlisted in Hamilton, Ontario, in the Lorne Rifles of Canada, which later joined the Canadian Mounted Rifles.

As soon as Canada’s participation in the Second World War was confirmed by parliament, the country’s scant reserve forces were called up, recruiting offices were opened, and tens of thousands of Canadians enlisted in the Canadian Army, the Royal Canadian Navy, or the Royal Canadian Air Force. All were volunteers.

For the title of my story, I finally settled for In for a Penny, In for a Pound, partly for the aptness — as the dictionary puts it, "things once begun must be concluded at all costs" — but also because they were the first words to greet me on arrival at our first operational squadron. An Australian flying officer, cap at a jaunty angle and a holstered revolver slung dramatically on his hip, welcomed us in August 1941, with, "Well, chaps, the glamour period is over. You got in for a penny, but now you’re in for the pound!" How right he was!

*These were the fireproof discs worn around the neck to identify soldiers killed in action. One was removed for records; the other remained with the body until burial.

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