RAF Pilot Officer W. H. (Bill) Hodgson (DFC), of Dunedin,
was hailed as a hero for his wartime flying skills. Tony Eyre
tells his story.
St Peter's Anglican Church in Caversham features some
beautiful stained-glass windows, but two in particular catch
the eye.
One of them depicts a Royal Air Force (RAF) pilot in blue
uniform, with head raised, kneeling before the figure of a
beckoning Christ whose hand gently rests on his shoulder. The
pilot was 19-year-old Bill Hodgson, from Macandrew Rd,
Dunedin.
As a child growing up in Auckland in the 1960s, I quite
clearly remember Hodgson's framed photograph sitting on top
of the piano in my grandmother's sitting room. His presence
was always there, this formal portrait of my second cousin,
in RAF uniform, smiling proudly back at me.
I was too young to know who he was, but looking back now,
this picture among the ornaments on the piano was like a
shrine, an image imbedded in the memories of my childhood.
Educated at Macandrew Rd School and King Edward Technical
College, Hodgson worked as a radio technician at 4YA radio
station before setting his sights on an air force career.
After some initial flying experience with the Otago Aero Club
at Taieri Aerodrome and basic training at RNZAF Wigram,
Hodgson left New Zealand in February 1940 to serve in Britain
with the RAF.
Among those at the Dunedin Railway Station to farewell
Hodgson was Betty Brough (nee Brown), a friend who was to
keep in letter contact with him for much of his time
overseas. Now 87 and living in Owaka, South Otago, she
recalls two mementos sent to her by Hodgson - a gold lapel
badge of air force wings and a cannon shell fragment, a
souvenir from one of his many aerial escapades.
After receiving further flying instruction at the RAF
stations based at Meir and Sutton Bridge, Hodgson was finally
posted to RAF No 85 Squadron at Debden in Essex in May 1940.
This squadron of Hawker Hurricanes had suffered heavy
casualties during the Battle of France and Hodgson was one of
a number of replacement pilots brought into service in
preparation for what was to become the Battle of Britain.
His squadron leader, Peter Townsend - who, in postwar Britain
was to become royal equerry to King George VI and
romantically attached to Princess Margaret - was soon to have
good reason to nickname his young pilot officer "Ace"
Hodgson.
As German raids over the English Channel continued to
escalate, Bill Hodgson saw action for the first time on
August 18th, 1940, while stationed at Debden. His No 85
Squadron was scrambled to attack a formation of about 200
Messerschmitts and Dornier 17s.
In the fierce frenzy of combat, Hodgson was credited with
shooting down two enemy aircraft and damaging another. Of
that skirmish, he recorded in his flying log, "Ruddy huns
won't stay and scrap. Out of ammo, chased home by thirty
Me.110s. My little heart went pitter-pat."
During the morning of August 31, the Luftwaffe launched a
number of successful raids against airfields in the south of
England. In the afternoon, attacks were made against
airfields at Biggin Hill, Hornchurch and at Croydon, where 85
Squadron was now based.
Hodgson's Hurricane was one of 10 from No 85 Squadron doing
interception control over the south coast when they were
ordered to intercept an enemy formation of 30 bombers and 100
Messerschmitt fighters heading for the Thames estuary.
Despite being hugely outnumbered, the 10 Hurricanes dived to
attack the German contingent and Hodgson was soon in the
thickest of the fighting. He was soon to destroy a
Messerschmitt 109 fighter and damage a Dornier 215 bomber in
a head-on attack.
Earlier in the day, his squadron leader, Peter Townsend, had
been shot down but was able to bail out with severe injuries
to his left foot. Now it was Hodgson's turn. His Hurricane
was hit at close range by an explosive cannon shell which
blew up his oil lines and glycol tank.
At 20,000ft he unstrapped and prepared to bail out, but
changed his mind when he saw to his horror the risk of his
plane crashing into oil tanks at Thameshaven or the
surrounding populated area.
Switching off his engine and keeping the flames away from the
fuselage by a series of right sidesteps, he eventually got
the flames under control even though glycol fumes and black
smoke were pouring into the cockpit.
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