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King of Air Fighters
Biography of Major ‘Mick’
Mannock, V.C., D.S.O., M.C.*
by
Squadron-Leader Ira Jones
D.S.O., M.C., D.F.C., M.M.
(* although not
mentioned on the Title-Page, Mannock was also awarded two Bars
to his D.S.O. and a Bar to his M.C.)
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London: Ivor Nicholson & Watson, Limited |
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January 1936*
[first published November 1934; Reprinted
August 1935; First Cheap Edition January 1936]
* Although the Title-Page (above) shows "1935"
as the date of publication, the printing history on the reverse clearly
states that this is the January 1936 Edition |
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[xv] + 303 pages |
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Original black cloth blocked in red, and with a
red panel on the spine. The covers are dull, scuffed and very heavily rubbed,
with noticeable variation in colour and a prominent vertical line of
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quite dull. The spine ends and corners are bumped and frayed and there are
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pages (including the Title-Page) is generally confined to the margins. The main exception to
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photographic plates.
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King of Air Fighters
Contents
BOOK I
Early Life—Part I
BOOK II
Early Life—Part II
BOOK III
Learning to Fly, and First Tour of Duty in France
with No. 40 Squadron
BOOK IV
Second Tour of Duty in France with Nos. 74 and 85
Squadrons
BOOK V
King of Air Fighters
BOOK VI
L'Envoi
Author's Acknowledgments
Index
LIST OF
ILLUSTRATIONS*
The Author
Famous German Air Fighters and " Mr." Fokker
Balloon Straffing
Famous British Air Fighters
Famous British Air Fighters
H. M. the King chatting to Pilots of No. 74 Squadron
Famous British Air Fighters
Famous French Air Fighters
Voss's Last Fight
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Please note that the
portrait frontispiece of Major Mannock is not listed
in Table of Contents for some reason
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King of Air Fighters
Excerpt:
. . . the enemy's ' Archie ' was
fairly good at this height, while there was every prospect of Huns
attacking us from above. It was not long before the ' goods '
arrived—and it was not wrapped up in brown paper either—it arrived
well-cooked and on a plate!
' Archie ' bursts soon bounced our machines all over the sky, while
two miles away and about 2,000 feet above, there was approaching a
large flight of biplanes led by a Triplane. I watched them for a
second or two, and wondered whether they were our machines or Huns'.
As we were approaching one another rapidly, I dashed up to Cairns,
waggled my wings to attract his attention, and then pointed at the
approaching aircraft. He signalled back O.K., so I returned to my
position at the tail of the Flight, on the right flank. We were
flying in the customary ' V ' formation, with Skeddon and Jones on
the immediate left and right of Cairns, then behind them were Begbie
and Giles, and behind Giles was myself. This position of honour was
given to me owing to my exceptionally good eyesight. It was my duty
to warn Cairns of any approaching Huns sneaking up from the rear, or
from any other angle. Eyesight plays an important role in air
fighting.
When Cairns continued to fly towards and underneath the approaching
machines, I naturally assumed they were comrades, but the Triplane
puzzled me, and as I couldn't recognise the type of the others, I
became more and more anxious. I remembered Mick's advice about
fighting Tri-planes. Through my mind flashed the thoughts—Are they
Huns? No! Yes! No! Yes! I couldn't make up my mind, but as we were
fast approaching, the black Maltese crosses on their wings soon
settled the question. For a moment I was fascinated by those little
black crosses. It was months since I had seen any. How pretty they
looked! And what pretty machines! They were all colours of the
rainbow! Black and red, bright blue and dark blue, grey and yellow,
etc. It never struck me that they were aeroplanes flown by
men—possibly by the crack pilots of the German Air Force. Men whom I
knew as Huns. Death-dealing gentlemen, possibly smothered with Iron
Crosses and Orders pour le Merite. I looked on them for a moment as
rather a pretty flock of birds. But I was soon rudely awakened from
my reverie.
Cairns, as soon as he had seen the black crosses, turned sharply
left to get away and improve his tactical position, as they were
diving to the attack. Skeddon and Jones could easily turn tightly
with him, and Begbie and Giles, by crossing over positions, could
turn fairly quickly. But I, being so far behind, was left standing,
so to speak. The enemy leader soon took advantage of the gap between
me and my Flight, and brought his formation into it, ignoring the
remainder of the Flight, and soon he was on my tail, firing sweet
bullets of welcome to No. 74 Squadron. Wisely I kept my head, and
immediately put my machine into a vertical bank, held the stick
tight into my stomach, kept my throttle wide open and prayed hard!
According to Mick's advice.
It did not take me long to realise that the gentleman who was doing
his best to kill me was an old hand at the game. A sure sign of an
old hand is that he reserves his ammunition and only fires in short
bursts; if he is aiming straight he knows that a burst of twenty is
as good as a burst of 200 and much more economical. Having only
about 1,000 bullets in all, it is foolish for a pilot to use them up
when he knows that his aim is not good, on the off-chance that an
odd bullet may hit his opponent. Once he has used up his ammunition,
he then becomes defenceless himself. Mick had warned us that we had
to be careful of a Hun who fired in short bursts; on the other hand,
if the Hun is firing long bursts at you, he said, you can be sure
that he is frightened and probably a beginner. 'Fight him like hell,
he should be easy meat.' This Hun on my tail was so close that I
could easily discern his features. His machine was painted black
with a white band round his fuselage just behind his cockpit, and he
was flying it superbly. It seemed to slither round after me. Round
and round we waltzed, in what was no doubt, to my opponents, a waltz
of death, but this morbid aspect of the situation fortunately never
occurred to me. Of course, I could see the big idea. The leader was
to shoot me down while his eight companions prevented anyone coming
to my assistance, or myself from getting back to my lines. Some of
them kept above and on the north side (the side that Cairns and his
Flight were climbing), and the remainder kept on the west side of me
at various heights, so that I would have to run their gauntlet of
fire if I chose to quit. As we waltzed around, I kept on repeating
to myself, ' Keep cool, Vanlra, he can't hit you. His bullets are
going behind.' I could see the track of his bullets as he was using
tracers, and this fact encouraged me to keep cool. I had no desire
to have a burning bullet roasting my intestines, especially before
breakfast! So keep cool I did.
Occasionally I shouted at the top of my voice at him, telling him to
do his damnedest. I also used most indecent language. Of course, he
could not hear me, but it gave me satisfaction and temporarily acted
as a stimulant to my sorely tested courage. While he flew close to
my tail but did not fire, I did not mind very much, but whenever I
heard the Kak-Kak-Kak of his Spandaus and saw the spurting sheets of
flame close behind me, I felt a little anxious of a stray bullet
hitting me. Every now and then my attacker would zoom up, and a
couple of his comrades would make a dive and zoom attack, hoping
that I would get out of my vertical bank—but I wasn't having any, as
I knew of this old trick from past experience. Once they got me out
of the vertical bank, the gent on my tail (he may have been
Richthofen, Udet, or any of the other Hun star-turns as far as I
know) would no doubt have soon put paid to my account. After a while
I feared, unless I got out of the mess that I was in quickly, the
fickle jade Fate might step in and stop my engine, or worse still
put a stray tracer bullet through my petrol tank, and send me down
to Hunland in a blaze of glory —a glorious death for an airman, but
not one that I wanted on my first patrol. I wanted to kill a couple
of Huns myself first. As we waltzed around one another sparring for
an opening, I kept my eye on the big green mass of trees about five
miles away—the Forest de Nieppe. I knew that those trees were in our
territory anyway. It was a consoling thought. But I could not make
up my mind when to make my dash, the Triplane kept on nagging me
with his bullets—so did his companions, and the longer I stayed as
their guests, the more attention they paid me. Occasionally two or
three would have a crack simultaneously. I would sometimes fire for
moral effect only.
The seconds passed like years, and the minutes like eternity. The
tension grew as the minutes rolled by, until eventually in
desperation I decided to make a bid for home as soon as the Triplane
did his next zoom. I watched my opponent carefully, as he was then
only about 25 yards behind and he seemed to be grinning as I looked
at him over my left shoulder; as soon as I saw him commence to zoom
up to change his position I obeyed Mick's instructions and ' put on
full bottom rudder ' and my machine did a turn of a spin. When I
came out of it, I found I was facing east instead of west, so
another spot of bottom rudder to turn her round westward was quickly
applied, and there in front, a few miles away, was my landmark—the
Forest de Nieppe. Between me and my objective were half a dozen
Huns, hungry and angry Huns, just waiting for me to come their way.
So their way I went, accepting their challenge like a mad bull
charging a toreador. I knew this was my only chance. It was now or
never. So, barging through the middle of them—neither looking to
left nor right, as I had often done before through a rugger scrum
when cornered, I went for home like Hell, kicking my rudder from
side to side to make the shooting more difficult for the enemy—and
praying hard. It was a grand thrill, that run for the lines—I knew
by the incessant angry barking of the enemy's guns that there were
hundreds, if not thousands, of death-dealing bullets chasing my
little machine. Occasionally during my mad careering, I looked over
my shoulder to see whether I was gaining on my enemies; to my joy I
could see I was—but the bullets, I realised, were still faster, and
it was not until I was well clear of the enemy—half a mile away,
that I knew I was safe. It was a joy to see my little S.E.5 gaining
ground on the Triplane and the Pfalz, and to listen to the fading
rattle of the staccato barking of the enemy's guns as my machine
gradually outstripped her opponents. I crossed our lines just to the
north of the forest, right down close to the ground and fortunately
my enemies feared to follow me owing to the approaching of Cairns
from a higher altitude. Cairns then chased them miles over their
lines.
The feeling of safety produced an amazing reaction of fear, the
intensity of which was terrific. Suddenly I experienced a physical
and moral depression which produced cowardice. I suddenly felt that
I was totally un-suited for air fighting and that I would never be
persuaded to fly over the lines again. For quite five minutes I
shivered and shook while my aeroplane careered about the sky almost
uncontrolled. Had I been attacked at that moment by the rawest of
Huns he would have had no difficulty in shooting me down, as I had
temporarily completely lost control of myself and my moral
resistance was at its lowest ebb. This depressed state of mind
disappeared after a tremendous mental battle, and as suddenly as it
had appeared, it left me. The air fighter had triumphed over the
coward.
The patrol ended without any victory or loss, and when my machine
was examined for bullet-holes, there were none. Mannock was proud of
his pupil, and after breakfast, he made an entertaining little
speech on the value of listening to good advice and keeping cool in
a tight corner. The C.O. whispered a little word of praise which
made me happy.
Mick and his Flight were delighted to hear that we had not destroyed
a Hun, and they went on their first patrol at 8.25 a.m., full of the
offensive spirit. Before taking off, Mannock gave his final
instructions, which ended with the remark: ' Remember, to fight is
not enough. You must kill.' An hour and a half later the Squadron
awaited their return with bated breath, and we breathed a sigh of
relief when we counted the full number as they appeared in the
distance, approaching from the direction of Cassel. We soon realised
that they had been up to some dirty work, for they commenced firing
all colours of Very lights as they flew over the aerodrome. Every
one was very excited when they got out of their machines. We rushed
up to Mannock, and his face was wreathed in smiles as he greeted us
with his slogan: ' Always above. Seldom on the same level. Never
underneath.' It appears that the air was still full of Huns when
they got over the lines. Mick decided to get into a position between
the enemy formations and their aerodrome before attacking.
Eventually he led his Flight on to a formation of Albatross Scouts
over Merville at 13,000 feet. Mick and Dolan each succeeded in
crashing an enemy. The first Hun to go down was persuaded to do so
by bullets from Mick's guns, and so to him goes the honour of having
destroyed the first enemy credited to the Squadron. Later in the day
his Flight attacked another formation of Albatross Scouts, coloured
black and yellow, one of which was shot down and fell near the Bois
de Phalempin. Although all the other members of his Flight say that
Mannock was the victor, he himself has put in a report which states
that ' The whole Flight should share in the credit of this enemy
aircraft.' He has done this to encourage his Flight. What wonderful
unselfishness!
The C.O. and Young also destroyed an Albatross Scout apiece during
the afternoon. 'C ' Flight tried hard to destroy a two-seater over
Ploegstreet Wood on our second patrol, but we had no luck, although
most of us tried our damnedest to sock him one. I managed, however,
to force one to land, but he did not crash. I came home on the
carpet and Jerry gave me a lively time with his flaming onions and '
Archie.'
All Flights did three shows each, and we felt pretty tired at the
end of it. Clements has had to go to bed with a splitting headache
due to the sudden change of atmospheric pressure during dives. Dolan
tells me that Mick swoops on the enemy formation like a hawk on its
prey. On my last patrol, my crankshaft broke when we were about ten
miles over the Hun lines . . .
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King of Air Fighters
Original Publisher’s
Description:
In the R.A.F. the name of " Mick "
Mannock, V.C., will go down to posterity as that of an almost
legendary hero. He was the personification of all the ideals to
which the young air fighters of to-day are striving— modest,
brave to an almost incredible degree, inspired in battle,
reserved off duty—yet to the general public of to-day he is
almost unknown.
Mannock, V.C., is undoubtedly the most inspiring figure of the
Great War as far as aerial warfare is concerned. The victories
of Von Richthofen, Ball, V.C., McCudden, V.C., Guynemer, Udet
and many others, both German and Allied, are well known. Yet
Mannock, in his own quiet way, topped them all, grimly piling up
the score, which at his death stood officially as 73 victories.
He was officially acknowledged to be the leading British Air
Fighter, and when, a year after his death, a posthumous V.C. was
awarded to him, the citation in the London Gazette ran as
follows :—"This highly distinguished officer during the whole of
his career was an outstanding example of fearless courage,
remarkable skill, devotion to duty and self-sacrifice that has
never been surpassed."
This tale of adventure, courage
and gallantry cannot fail to appeal to all ; and for generations
Mannock's example will be held up to our children—and their
children too—a national legacy of heroism and inspired
self-sacrifice.
Some Press Opinions
" A story which for vividness and thrill has never been surpassed."—Observer.
" There have been many books about the air aces of the Great War,
but there is a place for this one among the best half-dozen or so."—
Daily Mail.
" One of the most remarkable biographies of the war years . . .
enthralling reading."—The Scotsman.
" A book which tells for the first time one of the most wonderful
stories of all—the life of Ma|or ' Micky ' Mannock, V.C. The author
has performed an important service."—Sunday Times.
" Flight-Lieut. Ira Jones marshals his facts so deftly that his
narrative is a glowing record of adventure, courage and gallantry.
One cannot read this volume without being thrilled to the core. —News
of the World.
" Plainly and strongly written, the book is among the best studies
of airmen that have appeared. An accurate study."—Birmingham Post.
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