Returning
from Sourabaya 26th January, 1942, in a DC2 Douglas A30-8 after
having transported 10 WT Operators from Darwin, were F.O. Webster,
Captain. Sgt. Picker, W. T. Operator. Cpl Mason, Fitter and myself
Co-pilot.
We had run through occasional banks of low cloud, the sky being
completely overcast. On nearing the Island of Soemba the weather
began to clear a little. As we approached the Northern most point
still yet about 40 miles from it and about 20-25 miles from the
nearest land. Noel and I were quite pleased that we had plenty of
fuel to get to Koepang without making a landing at Soemba, thanks
to the monsoonal N.W. wind which was blowing at about 15 knots,
our height 2250 ft., time 0915 hours, Sourabaya time.
The first intimation we had that anything was amiss was a burst
of machine-gun fire coming up from underneath. I was hit on the
knee and said, "They've got me." I pushed the prop controls into
fine and Noel set the nose down. He then asked me to go astern to
get parachutes and Mae Wests.
I told Picker and Mason to don theirs, as I reached the near luggage
compartment a burst came through there and the lavatory, one nicking
me on the arm and letting lots of daylight into the plane. The 'chutes
not being there, I started to return as I thought it would be just
too bad if Noel was shot, the machine would then be out of control.
As I stepped out of the lavatory another burst started punching
holes between Sgt. Picker and myself. I felt a burn on my side.
Picker was adjusting his chute in a rear seat on the Port side,
Cpl. Mason was further forward. I looked out and saw a fighter fly
past. We were now very close to the water, Noel using his rudder
violently to throw the Japs aim off.
I started forward again, another burst was coming from somewhere
as I neared the cockpit, the machine landed and a very good landing
it was.
I told Picker to see if the rear door would open and luckily it
did. Noel came out of the cockpit, we started blowing up our Mae
Wests. Noel directed Picker to send an S.O.S. he told me to throw
the secret code book and Syco overboard.
On my return he went forward to get a two gallon tin of water.
I asked Picker and Mason to bring a chute with them, my intention
being to open it when we all got together and use it as a sail.
I also thought it would have some effect in keeping away any sharks
that may be around. The plane was now filling rapidly, Noel shouted
from forward that we should get away. Cpl. Mason was already in
the sea, Noel climbed out of the front hatch and I told Picker to
hop out. He did not hesitate, poor fellow, I did not then know he
couldn't swim. I grabbed the tool box which was made of wood and
thought might be useful, jumped in and swam after Mason who seemed
to be in trouble. Noel called out that a Mae West was going flat,
I gave Mason the boy, swam over and blew it up but found it would
not tighten on the valve, I tried it with my teeth, teeth did not
seem valuable at the moment. I broke a peice off so asked Noel to
have a try, he broke some off his teeth, so I suggested tying it
which we found quite successful.
We gave this fifth Mae West to Picker who was in difficulties and
looked like he needed it.
By this time Mason was drifting away and did not seem too bright.
I swam after him and brought him near Noel. I then asked if anyone
had a chute, apparently it had been overlooked, so I started back
to the plane. As I neared her she started to settle. Noel shouted
she was going down, and warned me to keep clear, as I swam away,
she nosed down - tail up, hovered awhile and then slipped out of
sight.
I think we all felt as if we had lost a good pal and were afraid
of the huge distance we would have to swim through these shark infested
waters.
After a little more manouvering with Picker and Mason, we settled
down to swim, with the wind to the island of Soemba.
Mason let the tool box go, I think he had taken aboard a little
salt water.
I said how lucky we were that the Japs had disappeared and that
they would probably have gunned us in the water if they hadn't thought
us already dead, Noel said even Japs wouldn't do that. His code
is of the highest and because it seemed inhuman to him he could
not imagine anybody else doing it.
We thanked our lucky stars for the Mae Wests we had, as I had drawn
them just before we left Darwin. Five for Bonnington's ship and
five for ours. A happy thought.
We talked of most things except our very terrible plight in the
sea.
Picker told us how he had seen holes appear in the starboard wing.
Then saw an Aileron shot partly off, come adrift from its bearings
and finally fly off altogether.
The wind freshened and it was with mixed feelings that I received
it. I knew that it would blow us faster towards the island, on the
other hand the seas were mounting and breaking over our heads continously.
Picker started vomiting but still continued to give us direction
as Noel and I were laying on our backs.
We were now very thankful for the tin of water which I had looped
through my gun belt. We rationed it out.
It rained several times and we would open our mouths to catch a
few drops of water and as likely or not succeed in getting a mouthful
of salt water with it. I was the first to suffer from cramp, then
Noel complained of cramp in the foot. I began to be worried if this
sort of thing continued the already almost hopeless prospect became
more hopeless.
I was troubled three times with cramp within a period of half an
hour, and after that Noel and I were completely free from this distressing
condition.
I decided to alter the position of our Mae Wests and use them similarly
to a pair of water wings. The water did not continually wash in
the mouth and up the nose and our swimming position was improved.
Towards late afternoon we could see our efforts were being rewarded
... the land was appreciably closer. We renewed our efforts. My
gun belt kept coming undone as I had Mason tied to it, this was
causing some nuisance.
At dusk we were probably as close as five miles from the shore.
Mason showed signs of recovery. Things looked brighter.
I continually looked around the horizon for the fear of sharks had
never left me since entering the water. There, perhaps twenty yards
away to the rear, I saw a fin coming swiftly towards us. I yelled
"SHARKS, use your guns and yell like hell." No extra urging was
required shots flew in all directions and the yelling was terrific.
Whether the shark was hit or not was problematical. We were all
now starkly on the alert, some minutes later, I had no idea exactly
how long. (we arranged ourselves go that we could see in any direction.)
I saw a fin appear four yards or so away - making a direct line
for Noel. My gun was in my hand beneath the water, I fired and yelled.
The shark turned off and in so doing scraped Picker's legs.
I was amazed later to think that the gun operated beneath the water.
We then continued to fire in four directions and yelling as well,
the object being to frighten away other sharks that might have had
similar ideas.
My line of fire, I knew must have gone close to Noel and I was no
end relieved to know that he had not been hit. Pretty soon he said,
"Who shot my bloody Mae West." It would have been amusing if not
so nearly tragic. I remember wanting to laugh like hell.
Things didn't seem to be going our way, the wind had dropped and
the tide had turned, try as we might land seemed to get farther
away, and we were faced with the prospect of spending a night in
the water.
Noel now used the two gallon tin to keep himself afloat. I was sorely
tempted to take one of Picker's Mae Wests for him. But I thought
that Picker might get into difficulty and Noel seemed to be doing
moderately well with his tin.
We'd stopped swimming as one could not be sure of direction, we
seemed to be drifting in an easterly direction and although Noel
said nothing, I knew he was thinking the same as I, that once we
missed the most northerly point, the coast slopes away to the south-east,
and our chances would be extremely remote.
The boys now began to get drowsy and very soon they were all asleep.
Noel would lose his tin and wake with a hell of a splash and splutter
… recover the tin and place it beneath his stomach and drift off
to sleep again.
I ever I came near to praying I did then.
I was greatly relieved when it began to get light, the lads were
now awake and Mason whom we thought would die the day before, was
now swimming weakly.
Picker was all used up and could do very little. We could now make
out the northern most point and we were pleased to find that we
were mistaken in our previous assumption of missing this point completely.
Our hopes rose and Noel with constant encouragement and doing two
men's work started swimming strongly.
We were getting closer to land as the wind rose and the tide again
helped us. Mason was now swimming well, an amazing thing, although
he could hardly see and some of his effort was wasted in swimming
in the wrong direction.
I now took two points on the Island and urged the boys to give it
everything they had, as the tide would be turning, and we should
make every effort.
We made considerable progress and then the tide changed, I could
see we were going out again by my two points. My spirits sank end
I felt all used up. Noel constantly encouraged me and said we were
getting closer. I knew he was shamming and thought all the more
of him for it.
Soon this spasm or reaction passed and I was swimming moderately
well again.
We didn't lose much ground during the next six hours.
We saw an aeroplane circling over the big point and hoped we wouldn't
be seen as it may have been a JAP.
The wind was rising, the tide changed and again we put a supreme
effort into action.
Noel was struggling so I gave him as much assistance as I could,
which was not very much.
Poor chap still had his two gallon tin and when one of us wanted
a drink, he would have to suffer for it.
As we neared the beach the thought of sharks was uppermost in my
mind, I lay on my back guarding the rear.
Mason was now swimming strongly and Noel and Picker became separated
from Mason and myself. Noel called me back to help him with Picker,
so I let Mason go and went back and assisted Noel.
What a relief when we reached the line of breakers, to me it was
indescribable.
The time I now estimated to be 1500 hours. We separated, I caught
a good chute and was soon scrambling amoung the coral … none of
us could stand.
We crawled up the beach into the shade of overhanging rocks and
promptly went to sleep.
A truely remarkable feat by F.O. Noel Webster, towing a man for
thirty hours, never losing his temper and always with an encouraging
word and setting a fine example in what he was doing.
L. Van Praag
(Noel
Webster also received the George Medal for his heroism.)
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