SECRET FORM "F".
PERSONAL COMBAT REPORT.
P/O Fiedorczuk

C) Date........................................................... 9/8/41
D) Squadron................................................... 315 (Polish)
E) No. of e/a................................................... Four
F) Type of e/a................................................. Me.109F and E
G) Time of attack............................................ 11.30 hours
H) Place of attack........................................... Over St. Omer
J) Height of e/a............................................... 11,000-ft.
K) Enemy casualties....................................... 1 Me.109 damaged
L) Our casualties - a/c.................................... 1 Spitfire, Cat. 2
M) " " - personnel........................................... Nil

GENERAL REPORT

I was No.4 in Yellow Section and went down to attack, but lost the Me.109 in cloud. I heard the leader give a vector to return to base and on emerging from the cloud started crossing the Channel at low level. Half way cross I met a Me.109E going in the opposite direction also at sea level. After it had passed me I turned and followed it, closing in from 1 1/2 miles to 100 yards when I opened fire with cannon only. No result. The Me.109 put on boost and made for the low clouds - I gave it another long burst from cannon and m/g before it disappeared into clouds. A moment later I saw it emerge with much black smoke pouring from it. The e/a appeared to be attempting to glide to the beach, but its speed was considerable and its angle was too sharp as it was now only about 500 feet above water. I had to break away as the shore batteries started firing at me. I turned and flew back, and owing to lack of petrol I had crash land at Little Waldingfield at 12.45 hours. I was uninjured.

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315 Squadron (Polish)

SECRET FORM "F".
PERSONAL COMBAT REPORT.
P/O Gil

C) Date......................................................... 9/8/41
D) Squadron.................................................. 315 (Polish)
E) No. of e/a.................................................. Four
F) Type of e/a................................................ Me.109F and 109E
G) Time of attack........................................... 11.30 hours
H) Place of attack........................................... Over St. Omer
J) Height of e/a............................................... 11,000-ft.
K) Enemy casualties....................................... 1 Me.109 probably destroyed
L) Our casualties - a/c.................................... Nil
M) " " - personnel........................................... Nil

GENERAL REPORT

I was Yellow 3 and I went down with the rest of the Section behind the rest, acting as a sort of rear guard. As Yellow 1 was going to attack his e/a I saw the hindmost Me.109 trying to get on the tail of Yellow 1. I attacked him with two short bursts from eight machine guns at 200 yd., closing to 80. After my second burst, black smoke poured from the cockpit and the e/a lost control and began falling in a series of sideslips quite limply. I fired another three long bursts at very close range between 50 and 100 yd., and the e/a continued falling through the cloud and disappeared. I noticed that the undersurface of this e/a was painted matt black, and I claim it probably destroyed. Being unable to find my squadron I flew back and landed at West Malling at 12.30.
Rounds fired: - Machine gun 2,300 - one gun did not fire at all.

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315 Squadron (Polish)

On Aug 9, 1944, Sgt Edward Jaworski (see photo below taken at Northolt in Sep 1941) flew his first mission over the enemy's territory. That's how he recalls it:

It was a "Sweep".* Our mission was to engage the enemy fighters. Our squadron flew top cover for 306 and 308. At that time we were already flying a "finger-four formation". British flew line-astern with a so called tail-end-, or arse-end-charlie...
...In our formation, all sections flew in line-abreast. Keeping proper distances between a/c we had whole squadron visually covered. Section's relative, vertical position depended on the sun. Sections were positioned in steps, with the one closest to the sun flying the lowest position. The same scheme applied to the whole Wing. As a youngest and least experienced pilot I was flying on the very end. Nobody covered my tail...
...The most innerving moments were when the ops room controller kept reporting approaching bandits, their position and number. There was some maneuvering done but I don't remember any of it. I was too apprehensive. I do remember an order: "They're attacking from right side! Turn right... now!" We turned under the attacking e/a and for the next couple of minutes we wiggled in a mass of swarming a/c. All the time I stayed close to my section's commander. Next thing I knew, we were flying in a straight line toward England. All Messerschmidts were gone.
Over the channel we encountered a very cloudy conditions. We had to come through very thick layer of it. Once I cleared, I found myself very low over the water and flying alone except for another Spit but not from our Wing. Soon I saw the coast with its line running North-South, which indicated to me that I am on the North side of the Thames estuary. Visibility was very poor and my fuel was almost gone. The area was all spotted with airfields and I was hoping to find one. I also borne in mind that landing without engine in this a/c was a very risky business. At last, I saw a large meadow but after I closed on it I discovered to my horror a latticework of poles and ditches. They were meant as the anti-invasion measures. My engine stopped for a fraction of a second, giving me unmistakable signal that I'm running on the last drops of fuel. I decided to land on a strip between two rows of poles, which I was hoping to be wide enough. Being a young and inexperienced pilot I made a mistake and brought down the undercarriage. Any unevenness of the ground could catapult me upside down...
...I landed all right just moments before my engine stopped. On the end of the strip my starboard wingtip came to a rest on one of the poles. I climbed out of the cockpit and had a look around. Not a soul in view. I relaxed a little bit and let my sweaty body to cool down. After several minutes a man showed up and approached me very cautiously. Once satisfied with my identity he informed me about my location; 15 km from North Weald, NS of London. The man contacted the airfield for me and after three hours a sergeant mechanic came with a small party and a barrel of 100-octane gasoline. He opposed strongly against taking off from there. I proposed to cut down several of those poles in order to save the a/c from being dismantled. We hacked down whole row of them I took off without any problem. It was however, a rather dangerous stunt. I landed at North Weald, fueled-up and started back to my squadron where I was warmly welcomed since they considered me a loss. F/O Czerniak and Sgt Niewiara were less lucky. They never returned. (this is my not facsimile translation)
* In squadron's chronicle this operation is marked as a Circus 68 over St.Omer.