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8063 E. North Belt
Humble, TX 77396
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877.861.5078
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Ages: 6 Weeks – 12 Years
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2025 North Park Drive
Kingwood, TX 77339
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877.861.5078
877.861.5078
Ages: 6 Weeks – 12 Years
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5007 Treaschwig Rd
Spring, TX 77373
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877. 861.5078
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Ages: 6 Weeks – 12 Years
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3420 Tree Lane
Kingwood, TX 77339
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877.624.2602
877.624.2602
Ages: 6 Weeks – 12 Years
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4018 Feather Lakes Way
Kingwood, TX 77339
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877. 624.2602
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Ages: 6 Weeks – 12 Years
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19120 W. Lake Houston Pkwy
Humble, TX 77346
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281.852.7738
281.852.7738
Ages: 18 Months – 6 Years
Open: M-F, 6:30 AM – 6:30 PM
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La Petite Academy-North Belt | Humble TX
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Pinnacle Pointe Daycare Academy – Union City GA Child Care Learning Center
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Description: In the simplest terms, La Petite Academy provides educational child care. But our commitment to kids doesn’t stop there. We are passionate about providing your children with the tools they need to be successful in all aspects of their lives.
Additional Information: Initial License Date: 9/26/1986.
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129718-684 - Capacity:
129 - Age Range:
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Sep 26, 1986
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MILITARY LITERATURE –[ Military history ]– Brickhill P.
Sink Germany!
Chapter 8.
Rearing Lake
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At Grantham, a long silence followed the warning of anti-aircraft guns at Huls. Then Dunn’s phone rang sharply, and in the dead silence everyone heard the beeping of Morse code. It was slow enough that Cochrane, standing nearby, was able to read it.
“Goner,” he said. — From “G George.”
“Goner” was a code word that meant that Gibson had detonated his bomb at the intended location.
“I hope one bomb is enough,” Wallis said grimly.
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“She’ll probably weaken the dam,” Cochrane consoled him. Harris looked like he was at a funeral. There were no more messages from “G George”, although they waited a long time. Prolonged silence. Nothing since Hopgood sat down. The phone rang. “Goner” from “R Popeye”. Another painful silence. Goner by A Apple. Wallis even today swears that there were half an hour between each message, but according to the magazine, only 5 minutes come out. “Goner” from “J Johnny”. It was Maltby. Something like a halo shone over Wallis.
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A minute later the phone rang again, but now the Morse code crackled so fast no one could read it. Dunn printed it out letter by letter, and then yelled, unable to stand it:
– “Nigga”! It’s “Nigga”. Its end! [126]
Wallis grabbed his head and danced around the room. Cochrane’s stern face showed the semblance of a smile. He grabbed Wallis by the arm and congratulated him. Harris chuckled for the first time since Wallis had met him. Harris shook his hand and said:
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– Wallis, I didn’t believe a word you said about that damned bomb, but now you can even sell me pink elephants.
A little later, when the excitement subsided a little, he added:
– I must call the Portal immediately.
Sir Charles Portal, commander of the RAF, was in Washington that night and was having dinner with Roosevelt. Harris grabbed the nearest phone and demanded:
– Give me the White House.
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The shy little girl from the Women’s Auxiliary knew nothing about the top-secret raid. Even at Grantham, Cochrane maintained the utmost secrecy. She did not understand the importance of what was happening and did not recognize the great man who spoke. She was taken by surprise, she automatically answered:
Yes, sir.
And without thinking, she gave me the only white house she knew, a pretty little roadside inn a few miles from Grantham.
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Harris at first thought he had a miracle operator when the White House responded immediately. There were a couple of minutes of wild confusion and indescribable comedy as Harris demanded the Portal, and the sleepy landlord, who had been pulled out of bed in the middle of the night, carefully chose his words, explaining to him that no one named Portal was staying at this place. And in general, no one stopped here, since there are no places. And even if he had a room, he would not allow anyone who people are looking for at such a time of the morning to stay in it. Not for a day.
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Harris turned purple. There was an exchange of harsh words until he hung up the phone. Someone went downstairs and talked to the telephone operator. Terrified, for an hour she tried to call Washington, but to no avail. [127]
Three kilometers down the Mön Valley lay the small, sleepy village of Himmelpforten, meaning “Gate to Heaven.” The explosion raised the village priest, Father Berkenkopf. He immediately guessed what had happened, because that was what he had feared for the last 3 years. He ran to his little stone church, Porta Coeli (which also meant Gate to Heaven, only in Latin) and began frantically ringing the bell to warn the villagers. It is not known how many of them received the warning in time. In the darkness, the ringing of a bell ominously flew over the valley, and then a muffled roar was heard, which was rapidly approaching. Berkenkopf should have heard him, and he knew what that meant. However, he continued to ring the bell as a wall of water hit the church and the village of Gate to Heaven and swept them away.
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The water rushed many miles down the valley and swept away several more villages. Fragments of houses, beds, frying pans, a church bell, the corpses of cats and cows, pigs and dogs, the bodies of Father Berkenkopf and many other people flashed in a boiling whirlpool.
War, as someone remarked, is a great equalizer, but he did not mean such a literal and terrible end.
Eder Dam was much harder to find because of the thick fog that filled the valley. Gibson circled in place for a while until he was certain of where he was. One by one, the rest of the pilots discovered the dam. Soon they were all circling counterclockwise over the lake. There were no anti-aircraft guns. Perhaps the Germans thought that Eder did not need them. The dam lay deep in the folds of the hills. The ridges around it reached a height of 1000 feet, and there was simply no place for heavy aircraft to dive at night.
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Gibson said:
— Okay, Dave, start attacking.
Shannon made a wide circle over the ridges and then lowered the nose of the plane. However, the dive wasn’t steep enough and he overshot. Sergeant Henderson [128] gave full throttle, and Shannon pulled the stick back. They almost crashed into a mountain on the opposite side of the valley.
“I’m sorry, leader,” Shannon said after a breath. – Never mind. I’ll try again.
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Five times he dived into the dark valley, but each time he could not reach the bombing point. He almost caught the hillside with the tail of the Lancaster. Then Shannon radioed:
– I think I’d better make another circle to get acquainted with the place.
— OK, Dave. Turn around a little more, let someone else try. Hello, Z Zebra, now it’s your turn.
Maudsley confirmed the order and a minute later dived along the contour of the hills. However, he also overshot the reset point and was forced to jump up, as was Shannon. Maudsley tried again, but with the same result. He said he intended to try again. Maudsley passed slowly over the ridges, turning only at the last moment and dropping the plane’s nose sharply into darkness, forcing it into the valley. The rest of the pilots saw that he was rapidly descending, then the lights of the searchlights flashed on the surface of the water and quickly converged together. The spot of light rushed to the dam.
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Red flare flashed as Fuller reported:
– The bomb has been dropped!
However, they should have left as soon as possible. The bomb hit the parapet of the dam and exploded with a terrible flash at the moment of impact. In that flash, everyone saw the silhouette of “Z Zebra” for a moment. And then only darkness.
Gibson said tensely, knowing that all this was useless:
– Henry, Henry, hello. “Z Zebra”, how are you?
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No response. He made the call again, and just unbelievably, a completely calm voice said out of the darkness:
– I think everything is fine . .. wait … [129]
Everyone heard it: Gibson, Shannon, Knight. They were amazed, how is this possible? After that, Gibson called Maudsley again, but there were no more answers. Maudsley did not return.
Gibson said:
OK, David. You attack.
Shannon made another run and missed again. He made another circle, dived into the darkness. This time everything went smoothly, the plane got out of the dive just above the water and rushed to the dam. He quickly found the right height and correctly dropped the bomb. Shannon abruptly threw the plane aside over a mountain spur. Beneath the parapet, the bomb spewed the familiar fountain of white foam. When he fell, Gibson, who dived to the water, saw that the dam was standing. Only Knight remained. He had the last bomb. Gibson ordered him to attack.
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Knight made his first pass and, of course, missed. New entry. Again failure.
“Follow the moon path and dive to the limit, Les,” Shannon said. He gave some more advice over the radio, which Knight listened to carefully. He was a young Australian, a teetotaler, his main occupation in the evenings was writing letters home and painting. He dived again. Now everything worked out perfectly, he dropped the bomb just right. Everyone saw the splash. And in a second the lake reared up. Gibson bent down to get a better view, and saw … A wall of water rushed out of the hole in the dam and rushed along the valley in an all-destroying stream.
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Knight was indescribably delighted, he let out a wild scream, which the radio obediently conveyed to the others, and only then guessed to turn off the transmitter. The crew’s remarks also went on the air, and they were extremely expressive.
It was even more fantastic than in Myung. The gap in the dam was huge, and more than 200 million tons of water poured through it. The Eder Valley was steeper, and the pilots watched silently as the churning billows writhed through the valley like a snake. His speed was at least 30 ft/sec. They saw the car trying to get away [130] from the water. Only the headlights were visible, frightened twitching in the darkness. But the car lost the race. The foam overtook him, the headlights flickered green for a moment and then went out.
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Hutchinson sent “Dingy” in Morse code. It was a code signal that the Eder dam had been destroyed. When he had finished, Gibson said:
– OK. All aircraft cancel. Love it and that’s enough. Moved home.
The sound of their engines slowly faded between the hills as they flew back.
McCarthy flew to the Zorpe Dam alone, weaving through the hills south of Myung. The valleys were full of fog, so it took a long time before he was able to decide on a place. The lake gleamed dimly through the haze, and he recognized its outline from the training model.
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He made a trial run and, like the others over Eder, found he needed to dive harder. Then he found an aiming point and hurried a little. McCarthy made 2 runs but was not satisfied. On his third pass, he broke through a curtain of mist to keep out the misleading moonlight. He nearly crashed into the water and leveled the plane at the last moment. Jackson found his aiming point, seconds ticked by.
– The bomb has been dropped!
The plane had already jumped over the wall of hills when it exploded against the dam wall. McCarthy swooped down again, and everyone saw a gap 50 yards wide. After they set a course for England, Eton rapped on the radio that the bombing had been successful.
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Wallis’s joy was complete. Cochrane radioed “G” to George, asking if he had any aircraft left to retarget them at Zorpa. Hutchinson replied that there were none. Sutterley, who was in charge of the reserve group, relayed the order to them by radio.
Burpee on “S Sugar” was diverted to Zorpa, but did not respond. He did not respond to repeated calls. By this time he was already dead. [131]
Brown on the F Firefly was sent to Zorpa and arrived there after McCarthy had left. The fog got even thicker. Although he swooped down to the dam itself, his bombardier Oancia did not have time to aim.
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Brown dived a second time, but the second time the fog prevented Oancia. They made 8 attempts, after which Brown stopped this activity for a while and decided to have a small meeting on the intercom. The next time Oancia dropped a pack of lighters on the trees next to the dam. They flared brightly, the trees also caught fire, so during the tenth run, Oansia saw this glow from afar. Now he knew exactly where the target was, and accurately dropped his bomb.
They began to climb with a turn, and a column of water and mud flew out of the fog. Then it fell off, and the pilots saw an air shock wave that looked like a giant ring of smoke around this pillar.
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Anderson, on the Y Yorker, was also sent to Zorpa, but he arrived even later than Brown. Now the valley was completely hidden by fog, so it was simply impossible to see the lake and the dam. He came back with the bomb.
Ottley’s With Charlie was ordered to fly to Lister Dam, one of the secondary targets. He acknowledged receiving the order, but no one else heard from him.
Last pilot was Townsend on O Orange. His target was the Ennerpe dam. He searched for her for a long time in the fog and made 3 calls before he was satisfied and dropped the bomb. The attack was successful.
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10 planes out of 19 were returning home. Now they were lighter by 8 tons due to dropped bombs and burned gasoline and could reach a maximum cruising speed of 245 miles / hour. It was possible not to care about fuel consumption, the only task was to fly home. The shore was an hour’s flight away, but it was less before sunrise. The pilots knew that enemy fighter pilots were anxiously waiting for the sky to turn pink in the east. [132]
Harris brought Cochrane and Wallis to Scampton to meet the survivors. Back in the operations center, he picked up the phone again to call the Portal. This time he immediately alerted the telephone operator that Air Chief Marshal Sir Arthur Harris, Chief of Bomber Command, would be speaking.
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“Yes, of course,” agreed the patient girl, who knew what jokes young lieutenants allow themselves. It’s you again, sir. Now go and let your navigator put you to bed. He will help you take the right course.
There was an explosion in the operations center. An unusually polite communications officer flew down the stairs and explained to the girl what a terrible thing she had done. Someone calmed the furious people in the operations center while the girl dialed to Washington. This time the line was free, and Harris, somewhat reassured, had the pleasure of telling the Portal:
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– Operation Downwood was a success… yes, a success!
Gibson saw Hamm’s black spot ahead and turned east. On the left, he saw another plane. Gibson thought he was flying too close to Hamm. and immediately flashes of anti-aircraft guns flashed, and something exploded in the sky, where the plane had just been. It fell, spewing flames like a meteor. Perhaps it was Burpee. Or Ottley.
Townsend was the last to leave the dam area. He flew over Myung and did not recognize him at first. The lake has changed shape. Everywhere one could see mudflats on which fishing boats were stuck, bridges absurdly sticking out, as if on stilts, over a dried-up river. The anti-torpedo net was gone, and the terrain below the dam was completely changed. A new lake appeared, which did not exist before. A strange lake rushing down the valley.
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By some miracle, most of the planes got away from the anti-aircraft guns on the way back. But any luck ends one day, the sky in the east brightened, and now the heavy bombers looked more like sitting ducks. Trevor-Ruper told Gibson over the intercom: [133]
– Unidentified aircraft behind.
– Ok, Trav.
“G George” went down rapidly until he began to literally scrape his belly over the fences in the pastures, and the frightened sheep began to scatter in panic.
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“I can’t see anymore,” Trevor-Ruper said, but Gibson kept crawling on the ground just in case.
Over Holland he called Dingy Young, but did not hear an answer. Gibson began to wonder what had happened to Dingy. (The group headquarters knew! They received a short message from Young. He passed the coast at low altitude and the last salvo of anti-aircraft guns hit the plane. Young managed to stretch a few more miles, losing altitude, but then he landed on the water.)
Approaching the West Wall, Gibson climbed to 300 feet. Pulford pushed the gas sectors forward and dived towards the ground again. They picked up speed of 270 miles an hour and raced over the tank traps and the sandy shore. Soon there was a gloomy gray sea below them, and the anti-aircraft guns were left behind.
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After 10 minutes dawn broke over Holland, but Townsend still hadn’t left the mainland. He was lucky, and he slipped between the guns.
Maltby arrived first. He landed at dawn and found that the whole airfield was waiting for him, despite the twilight. Harris, Cochrane and Wallis met him. Maltby told what he saw. Sell Martin. Matt Sanders rushed out to meet him and found Martin under the plane’s wing, looking distressed at the jagged hole in the wing.
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“Hello, Matt,” he said. “Look what those bastards did to Popeye.”
One by one the planes landed and the pilots went to the operations center, where Harris, Cochrane and Wallis listened carefully. Gibson entered. His hair, which had been under the helmet for 8 hours, finally settled down.
“That was crazy, sir,” he said. – They flew like bombs, but could not get past [134] anti-aircraft guns. I’m afraid some guys got it. I don’t know exactly how many were hurt. Probably Hopgood and Maudsley.
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They ate ham and eggs and crowded around the beer bar, waiting for stragglers. Shannon and Dingy Yang sat on the water, and someone said:
— Hasn’t the old drunkard spanked back yet? He is doing this for the third time. And will do it too often.
Young had to do it TOO often. This time he was not in the lifeboat.
Wallis asked anxiously:
— Where are they? Where are the others? Summers replied:
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— They’ll get together, just give it time. Perhaps they sat in other places.
However, the wait soon became pointless, and Wallis realized that everyone around him was drinking to those who did not return. Excluding himself. He didn’t drink. Martin made him take half a pint, but he just stood there, trying to blink away tears. Then Wallis squeezed out:
– Oh, if only I knew. I would never start this!
Mutt and Charles Whitworth tried to make him forget about it as soon as possible.
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The crowd was slowly dissolving. Someone said, “Why are we having a bachelor party here?”
Immediately, an Australian and three other people broke into the room where the women lived. One of the girls sat on the bed and undressed.
– You can’t come in here! she screeched.
— Yes, I can, — answered one of the pilots. He grabbed a couple of tennis balls off the dressing table and stuffed them under his uniform. Then he examined the new bust with approval and said: “All the girls are here.” Come out and join the party.
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The girl said she had never been to a party before breakfast. Then they grabbed the bed and started tossing her up to the ceiling until she begged for mercy. “Well, well, well, let me just get dressed. [135]
Gibson quickly left the party, but did not go to bed. He went to the hangar to give Humphrey and Chifi Powell the list of victims. They were supposed to notify their relatives by telegrams. 56 beardless youths out of 133 who went on the flight were gone. Only three managed to jump out with parachutes at a dangerously low altitude and spent the rest of the war in the unpleasant environment of prisoner of war camps. Gibson expected heavy losses over Myon, where the scouts found some defensive structures, but only 1 aircraft was shot down there. (It wasn’t until after the war that the mysterious black shadows on the hillsides were discovered to be nothing more than ornamental pines. At the height of the war, the Germans were unable to send additional guns, but tried to at least portray them.)
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The carriages went to Whitworth’s house for lunch. Wallis wearily descended the stairs, shaken by his losses, and after a while he flew off to Weybridge with Summers. Martin gave him sleeping pills when he left so that he could sleep at night. He fell asleep. The tired scientist dropped a pill somewhere in the bed and turned off like a light bulb.
Around 2 pm even the hardy Martin and Whittaker decided to go to sleep, but at 5 pm they were up and took the bus to Woodhall Spa for the party. On the way back, David Shannon and Anna sat side by side. Shannon leaned right in to the girl’s ear so that the others would not hear, and asked her to marry him.
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“Oh David…” she muttered, “… not with that mustache.
Shannon involuntarily grabbed them. It was the most precious thing for him, they made him quite an adult – he looked at least 22 years old. He cleared his throat.
Is this serious? My mustache or you?
The answer was silence.
– All right, I’ll shave them off.
In the morning, 617 Squadron went on leave – 3 days for ground personnel and 7 days for surviving pilots. Gibson remained, who for 2 days wrote letters to the mothers [136] of the dead. He refused Heveron, who wanted to print the standard form of the notice, and wrote to everyone in his own hand, each time in a new way. 56 letters.
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In London and at home, the pilots found themselves famous. The reconnaissance “Mosquito” returned from a flight over Germany with pictures, and they were breathtaking. Lakes Mön and Eder were empty. 330 million tons of water, like a cancerous tumor, spread through the valleys of the western Ruhr, only the skeletons of cities and villages were visible among the wastelands.
The Ruhr, which used to be tested by fire, is now under water. At 50 miles from Myon and 50 miles from Eder, coal mines were flooded, factories were destroyed. Fritzlar, one of Hitler’s largest military airfields, was under water. Planes, airfields, hangars, barracks, bomb storage – everything is gone. Highways, railroads, bridges disappeared. The industrial suburb of Kassel Unterneustadt, located 40 miles from Eder, went under water. The current rushed a few more miles through the Fulda valley. The banks of the canals were washed out, the power plants were demolished, the Ruhr blast furnaces were without water and could not produce steel. Dozens of river structures were destroyed in Gelsenkirchen, Dortmund, Hamm and Bochum. The transport system that ensured the flow of raw materials to the Ruhr and the export of finished products was destroyed. Some factories were not demolished, but could not work because they lost electricity or water.
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In the small town of Neheim, 2,000 people were involved in repairs, including 1,250 soldiers. Another 2,000 people tried to repair the dam. But even many months later, during the battle for the Ruhr, there was not enough water even to extinguish fires.
The official German report gives a “gloomy picture of devastation.” By autumn, it will be clear how much production has suffered, but according to an estimate, this was equal to the loss of 100,000 workers for several months.
125 plants and factories were either destroyed or badly damaged. Approximately 3000 hectares of arable land were [137] devastated. 25 bridges destroyed, 21 bridges damaged. 6500 heads of cattle died.
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Such were the costs. But there were also losses. 1294 people drowned, mostly civilians. However, they were mostly prisoners and slaves – 749 people. In the Eder Valley there was a camp of Russian prisoners of war.
After the raid, the Germans brought in hundreds of soldiers with anti-aircraft guns to guard the rest of the dams in Germany. In the meantime, they worked like beavers to repair Myung. They built 2 high pylons 2,000 yards from the dam and strung a cable between them across the lake. Other cables with suspended grenades hung from it all the way to the water. It was a trap for low-flying aircraft. Near the dam itself, they stretched 2 strong anti-torpedo nets, another was installed 1000 yards from the dam. On the dry side of the dam they stretched out a steel net.
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Mayor Dillhardt was avenged, but too late. The stable door was slammed when the horse was already gone.
Gibson calmly passed the dismissal with his wife Eva. She was shocked when photos of her Guy appeared on the front pages of the newspapers. All the time he served in 617 Squadron, he assured her that he worked in a flying school.
Mickey Martin was invited to the Australian Air Force headquarters. There, a swarthy, pretty girl named Wendy used all her charms to get him to talk about the raid and relay it to Australia. However, the indestructible Martin only said:
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– Let’s have lunch together.
He remained silent until she agreed.
In Scampton, Gibson received a letter from the village vicar. Opening the envelope, he found a copy of the letter he had sent to The Times.
“Sir,
The bombing of the Myona Dam caused serious concern in the international bird conservation movement. For 3 years since the beginning of the war, a pair of whooper swans [138] ringed by us nested on this lake. These are the rarest of the large birds in Europe. There is only one other known pair of this arctic subspecies. She was photographed at 1927 Professor Olssen’s aunt, Reykjavik, at their nesting site on Lake Thongvallavatn, Iceland.
Has anyone heard anything about the fate of the Möna couple, possibly the last couple in Europe? Given the rarity of these beautiful birds, how could they have allowed their nesting site to be bombarded? Moreover, if the operation was already necessary, could it not be postponed until the swans (if any) grow up?
Sincerely yours. ..»
The Times realized that it smelled bad and did not publish the letter, which was quite reasonable. After all, Gibson later learned that it was written by 2 intelligence officers from Scampton.
Mickey Martin also received a letter. One Australian wrote that he collects souvenirs for a military museum and asks to send something from the raid on the dam. Martin was completely irreverent when it came to the rear. He replied:
“Sir,
I am extremely interested in your museum and I am sending you the Möna dam in an envelope
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Sincerely yours…”
Below the signature, he had Toby Foxley write in red ink: “Censored and confiscated by the Metropolitan Water Board.”
After that came awards – 33 pieces. Gibson received the Victoria Cross, Martin, McCarthy, Maltby, Shannon and Knight – Distinguished Service Crosses. Bob Hay, Hutchinson, Leggo, Danny Walker received buckles for their Distinguished Flying Crosses. 10 people received Distinguished Flying Crosses, including Trevor-Ruper, Buckley, Deering, Spafford, Tarum. Brown and Townsend received [139] Distinguished Gallantry Medal, 12 others were awarded the Distinguished Flying Medal, including Tammy Simpson, Sumpter, Oansia and Palford.
Upon hearing the news, Gibson called Sergeant Powell.
“Chifi,” he said calmly, “if I change, tell me right away.
On May 27, the King and Queen visited the famous new squadron. Crews in dress uniform were lined up in front of the aircraft. On this day, Shannon turned 21, about which Gibson warned the king. Therefore, when Shannon was introduced to the monarch, he shook hands with the pilot and cheerfully said:
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– You’re perfectly preserved for your age, Shannon. You just have to go to the party.
Gibson held a competition for the best squadron emblem and presented several designs to the king to choose from. The king called the queen, and they, without saying a word, chose a drawing of a broken dam. Water gushes from the hole, and lightning flashes in the sky. Below the picture was the motto: “Apres nous les deluge”. It sounded ambiguous – “After us, even a flood.” Especially if you remember that Queen Marie Antoinette said it.
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The night the royal couple left, Shannon had a party. Near the end, an unexpected vision appeared in the room. Charles Whitworth dressed up in a hunting harness, red jacket and white breeches and announced himself with loud blasts of a horn. He blew until someone from below yelled, “What the hell?! What’s going on there?!” – the door opened and a certain senior officer appeared in a uniform embroidered with galloons, with golden oak leaves on his cap and an order block on his chest. Frightened exclamations were heard, but when not quite sober eyes saw the newcomer, a cat chorus thundered.
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– Shannon!
Shannon ran away unnoticed and stole Whitworth’s uniform and cap. He entered, took the pipe from Whitworth, and muttered:
— Who are these unfortunates in fancy dress?
Whitworth put strawberries in his hunting horn.