My brother lived in PNG for over 12 months, mainly on the North Coast during the 1970s. It was apparently quite hairy flying from there to Port Moresby on the South Coast by light aircraft that were often barely able to clear the Owen Stanleys. He recounted one flight where they loaded a fully grown Bull Salt-water Crocodile over 5 metres in length down the central aisle of the aircraft. It was doped up but even so, it started waking up mid-flight and started to flex in the confined conditions. The aircraft apparently creaked quite a bit! Now that was unusual and definitely wouldn't have been repeated in 1942, but it gives you some idea of what it was like up there.
Malaya What If
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Bristol Bisley prototype first flown in February 1941, No belly pack, solid nose with four machine guns, very clean at this stage of development.
Fitting AI would increase the drag but this would IMVHO be a very useful night fighter in Malaya in late 1941.
Now have some bright-spark decide to graft the four cannon mounting from a Whirlwind into this solid nose and any Japanese aircraft that gets hit will have a very torrid
time!
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Hi Ihagambia, yes formed in Singapore, it's really just a renumbering of RAF 243 Sqn, providing more identity to the Kiwi contribution
Even with GPS telling you exactly where you are the old traps are still waiting. That's awful.
Yes in 1941 Torpedoes are some of the most expensive and complex weapon systems then in existence
A bomb and a depth charge are staggeringly simple by comparison and to store your best weapons in another nations base would require USN maintenance armorers to be present there.
Also 20,000 lbs is not a lot of weapons
The RAAF regularly used to conduct training on Carabou transport aircraft into the Owen Stanleys. There was one village airstrip that was a real test apparently. It went up hill on a ridge and was at right angles to the valley. Apparently they had to approach it and then turn sharply unto the runway and grind to a quick stop. It was apparently quite a test and was given to new pilots so they could, "prove their worth". Most made it, a few didn't. The old hands could do it in a DC-3, which was before the adoption of the Carabou.
The "old traps" including rain that is locally heavy enough to change the air through which the plane flies into a much heavier gas-liquid mix that would require a very different "aerofoil" to generate lift; and rain that is locally heavy enough to interfere with combustion air intake and cause engine stall; and unpredictable downdrafts, rapid velocity shifts and spiraling turbulence as pressure-front air mass flows are squeezed through the same mountain notches that you're trying to fly through...all of which can result in intersecting the ground even though you know exactly where it is.
The only significant difference from WWII is that WWII pilots *didn't* know exactly where the ground was...they just knew it wasn't far away, down, left and right.
OTL, Singapore was Hart's preferred fall back base. Hart suffered a massive insufficiency in fleet train. He had one large seaplane tender ,the Langley, that at times served also as an aircraft transport,which could handle 12 aircraft, 2 converted destroyers each capable og handling 4 Aircraft,,and a converted mine craft capable of handling 4 aircraft. Hart had 28 PBYs. 5 J2Fs, 5 SOC-3, and 1 OS2U.
Hart moved those munitions because his Tenders were full. He had also 1 destroyer tender, 3 submarine Tenders, ( one a converted cargo ship) and 2 oilers.
MWI 41120618 Rommel Retreats To The Gazala Line
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Fatboy Coxy
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1941 Saturday 06 December;
Its taped headlights lighting the way through the darkness, the Opel Blitz picked its path along the dirt road heading north to the military hospital in Dena, its white painted roof and big red cross marking it out as an ambulance. Inside, strapped on a hanging bunk, lay Generalmajor Walter Neumann-Silkow, commander of 15th Panzer Division, barely alive, heavily sedated with morphine, a shell splinter having shattered his mandible over an hour ago. 15th Panzer had failed to push the British 22nd Guards Brigade away from Bir El Gubi that afternoon, although their arrival earlier, along with 21st Panzer Division, had stopped the British forces advancing north to El Adem to cut off the Axis forces. Indeed, the British still hadn’t yet taken Strongpoint 182. The Italian Blackshirts there had repulsed all attacks since Wednesday.
The weather had improved, and yesterday had seen the beginning of heavy air activity from both sides. The Luftwaffe attacked British positions around Bir El Gubi, sparking many dogfights as British fighters sought to break up these attacks. There was a steady loss of German bombers, but the British were losing a lot of fighters, having nothing to match the Me 109F, who rate of climb and speed was noticeably better. Nevertheless, the RAF was making its own presence known. British medium bombers and Hurricane fighter-bombers attacked Axis traffic withdrawing past El Adem during the day. Wellingtons and FAA Albacores attacked the road from El Adem to Gazala by night, assisted by nightly bombardments from the Royal Navy’s Insect class gunboat Aphis.
For the troops on the ground, things had become very confusing, with Allied and Axis forces often mixed up, and having difficulty identifying one another, owing to the general practice of using captured vehicles and the camouflage effect of the all-covering dust and sand. Axis forces were facing low supplies of fuel, ammunition, and food, impacting on their performance, along with the exhaustion of the troops. The British were somewhat better off on the ground, but their commander, Ritchie, was hesitant, despite Allied intelligence telling him Rommel was retreating, and unsure where both his and Rommel’s forces were. For now, he was being guided by his two corps commanders, who had a better local feel for the battlefield.
For Rommel, the day's events confirmed that his only realistic option was retreat, as staying would quickly become a defeat in detail. He ordered some of the artillery and Lt Gen Navarini’s XXI Italian Infantry Corps HQ back to Gazala. He planned to use the old disused Gazala defensive line, with the four Italian infantry divisions in the line, the mobile Italian XX Corps on their southern flank, and echeloned back, the DAK. For his forces embedded in the frontier defensive fortifications, the order would be to hold on and buy time: there was no realistic prospect of relief. The rest of his forces would all begin their withdrawal tomorrow. Great skill would be required to make a fighting retreat, and not a rout, delaying the British advance with guile and misinformation as to Axis intentions.
Its taped headlights lighting the way through the darkness, the Opel Blitz picked its path along the dirt road heading north to the military hospital in Dena, its white painted roof and big red cross marking it out as an ambulance. Inside, strapped on a hanging bunk, lay Generalmajor Walter Neumann-Silkow, commander of 15th Panzer Division, barely alive, heavily sedated with morphine, a shell splinter having shattered his mandible over an hour ago. 15th Panzer had failed to push the British 22nd Guards Brigade away from Bir El Gubi that afternoon, although their arrival earlier, along with 21st Panzer Division, had stopped the British forces advancing north to El Adem to cut off the Axis forces. Indeed, the British still hadn’t yet taken Strongpoint 182. The Italian Blackshirts there had repulsed all attacks since Wednesday.
The weather had improved, and yesterday had seen the beginning of heavy air activity from both sides. The Luftwaffe attacked British positions around Bir El Gubi, sparking many dogfights as British fighters sought to break up these attacks. There was a steady loss of German bombers, but the British were losing a lot of fighters, having nothing to match the Me 109F, who rate of climb and speed was noticeably better. Nevertheless, the RAF was making its own presence known. British medium bombers and Hurricane fighter-bombers attacked Axis traffic withdrawing past El Adem during the day. Wellingtons and FAA Albacores attacked the road from El Adem to Gazala by night, assisted by nightly bombardments from the Royal Navy’s Insect class gunboat Aphis.
For the troops on the ground, things had become very confusing, with Allied and Axis forces often mixed up, and having difficulty identifying one another, owing to the general practice of using captured vehicles and the camouflage effect of the all-covering dust and sand. Axis forces were facing low supplies of fuel, ammunition, and food, impacting on their performance, along with the exhaustion of the troops. The British were somewhat better off on the ground, but their commander, Ritchie, was hesitant, despite Allied intelligence telling him Rommel was retreating, and unsure where both his and Rommel’s forces were. For now, he was being guided by his two corps commanders, who had a better local feel for the battlefield.
For Rommel, the day's events confirmed that his only realistic option was retreat, as staying would quickly become a defeat in detail. He ordered some of the artillery and Lt Gen Navarini’s XXI Italian Infantry Corps HQ back to Gazala. He planned to use the old disused Gazala defensive line, with the four Italian infantry divisions in the line, the mobile Italian XX Corps on their southern flank, and echeloned back, the DAK. For his forces embedded in the frontier defensive fortifications, the order would be to hold on and buy time: there was no realistic prospect of relief. The rest of his forces would all begin their withdrawal tomorrow. Great skill would be required to make a fighting retreat, and not a rout, delaying the British advance with guile and misinformation as to Axis intentions.