mrsmackpaul

Now I believe if we are honest with ourselves we get wound up about a lot of rubbish at times Men, 100s of thousands of them gave their lives for us to live our lives in a free world, we crap on about our freedoms getting taken away and blah blah blahdy blah This story for some reason had real profound effect on me, made me proud to be a Australian, made me embarrassed to think of all the childish bickering about nothing I have taken part in Bought a tear to my eye to think what it must of been like for his parent's to never share another birthday, Christmas or any other special event with their son Most of all it sort of shocked me into not wasting time on rubbish and dribble that means nothing Have a great day everyone, have a thought for young Les, who on this day at 22 years of age gave it his best for us all Paul

'Dam Buster' Leslie Gordon Knight DSO (Melbourne, Australia, 7 March 1921 – Den Ham (Ov.) , The Netherlands, 16 September 1943) After completing school, Leslie took up a clerical accounting job for World War I veteran Len Carter - who soon became a close friend. Knight couldn’t ride a bike or drive a car. But he applied to join the RAAF in 1941. His parents were skeptical. His father, Harry, told The Sun in 1943 that he thought his boy, who had stayed home most nights to study, could never make a pilot - stating Les had no aptitude for tools ... no mechanical skill. He was soon sent to embattled England. Posted to 50 Squadron in September 1942, the crew he was assigned there would mostly stay with him until the end. Knight had survived an extraordinary 26 missions before being offered a secret mission. He was clearly an exceptional pilot. He was well respected by his crew. Knight conferred with the men under his command: all volunteered to take part, together — even though they had no idea what they were up for. He was a retiring type. He rarely appeared in photographs and didn’t take part in celebrations when medals were being handed out. Knight had won international fame for his role in the ‘Dam Busters’ raid — Operation Chastise — against Germany. He was flying the last aircraft in the attack wave, Lancaster AJ-N. The Mohne Dam had already been breached. But the Eder Dam still stood firm. Those ahead of him had failed to crack the imposing concrete edifice. Knight himself had been forced to abort his first run. Tail-gunner Harry O’Brien later said ‘he never thought they would get over the mountain’ on the other side of the dam — the Lancaster being so heavily laden by the ungainly bouncing bomb. But, under full emergency power, Knight did. And he was soon nosing the aircraft back into position for a second, more dangerous, attack run. He was carrying the last bouncing bomb. His was the last chance at making the costly mission a success. But what Knight had learnt from his failed first approach allowed him to place the radical weapon he had carried so far precisely on target. AJ-N’s Flight Engineer, Sergeant Ray Grayston, reported: “There were only a few seconds involved here before you get level then release — five or seven seconds. As luck would have it, we flattened her out, got the speed right, all the rest doing their job, calling the airspeed, looking at the altimeter lights and calling high or low, and we were spot on, releasing the mine and blew the bottom out of the Eder Dam”. The raid, however, came at a terrible cost. In all, 133 aircrew were involved — 53 of them died. On the ground, some 1300 were killed by the bombs and floods. Knight was awarded a Distinguished Service Order medal for his role that night. His navigator, Harold Hobday, and bomb aimer, Edward Johnson, were given Distinguished Flying Crosses. Overall, the victory was significant. But there was a lot of war left to fight. FINAL FLIGHT Four months after the Dam Busters raid, the elite 617 Squadron was given another difficult task. Code-named ‘Garlic’, their mission was to bomb the Dortmund-Ems canal in Ladbergen, Germany. It was a vital supply route. As such, it was heavily defended. Just getting there was an almost impossible task. The big Lancaster bombers had to fly at — and sometimes even below — treetop height, at night, to avoid being spotted by radar and lookouts. The pilots of 617 Squadron had been trained for just such a job.But the odds were against them. And, on September 16, Les Knight’s number came up. He was flying with the same crew he had carried against Eder Dam, with one extra gunner. It had been a long, eventful flight over darkened, occupied Europe. And once 617 Squadron arrived at the canal, it was found to be covered in thick fog. Knight was lining up for a bombing run at the height of just 30m when, out of the murk, a tall clump of trees appeared. He couldn’t haul the heavy aircraft up fast enough. It ploughed through the treetops, shredding the branches with the propeller blades of its two port (left) Merlin engines and the leading edges of its wing. Knight quickly realised he could not complete his attack. He struggled to keep the Lancaster stable and on course. But it was a fight needing all his strength and skill. According to The 1951 book The Dam Busters by Paul Brickhill, Knight radioed his flight commander: “ ‘Two port engines gone. May I have permission to jettison bomb, sir?’ It was the ‘sir’ that got Martin. Quiet little Knight was following the copybook procedure, asking respectful permission to do the only thing that might get him home. Martin said, ‘For God’s sake, Les, yes,’ and as the bomb was not fused Knight told Johnson to let it go. Relieved of the weight they started to climb very slowly …” But it wasn’t enough Knight’s radio operator, Bob Kellow, would later recall in his book Paths to Freedom the struggle to keep the Lancaster in the air: “We had crossed the Dutch/German border and were about halfway to the Dutch coast. We all knew that at this height and with only one motor working properly our chances of getting back to England were slim. Les had asked our rear gunner, ‘Obie’ O’Brien, to go to the front gun turret … ‘OK, I’m in the turret, Les. What do you want me to do?’ ‘Good, now reach along below my feet Obie and see if you can find a loose, broken cable,’ said Les. ‘It belongs to the starboard rudder. When you find it, pull on it for all you’re worth.’ In a few minutes, Obie announced that he’d found the cable and was pulling it. The plane began to swing slowly to the right. It was only then that I realised that we’d been steadily swinging to the left for the past few minutes. …” While the bomber could now be steered, attention focused on keeping the engines running. Things were not good. The flight engineer warned the starboard (right) inner engine was overheating and needed to be stopped. It represented half the bomber’s remaining horsepower. “Try to hold it a bit longer, Ray” Kellow recalled Knight as asking. The tail-gunner was tiring from having to keep the rudder cable tight continually: “OK Obie, but pull on it again as soon as you can,” Kellow says Knight kindly asked. Paul Brickhill, in The Dam Busters, added: “The controls were getting worse all the time until, though he had full opposite rudder and aileron on, Knight could not stop her turning to port and it was obvious that he could never fly her home. He ordered his crew to bale out and held the plane steady while they did.” Kellow described the fateful decision: “It was clear Les was putting on a superhuman effort to keep our crippled plane on some sort of course, but I knew we couldn’t go on much longer. The plane was down to 1000 feet (300m), and the glide angle was steadily increasing … ‘Send out that we’re bailing out, Bob,’ Les said to me. I unhooked my morse key and began tapping out the message.” LAST MOMENTS Kellow recalled the last he saw of his pilot, Les Knight: “I stood by him as he firmly held the wheel and tried to keep ‘Nan’ on a steady course, making it easier for each man to jump out. Like a sea captain, he wanted to be sure everyone was safely off before he abandoned ship. His parachute was clipped onto his harness, and he looked searchingly at me, probably wondering why I hadn’t jumped already. Using signs, I asked if he was OK. He nodded his answer, and a wry smile puckered his mouth. With a last smile, I gave him the thumbs-up sign, checked my parachute and took my position at the edge of the escape hatch. Then I bent forward with my head down and tumbled out into the dark Dutch night.” The crew of Lancaster AJ-N drifted to earth in the darkness around Den Ham. Two were quickly taken prisoner by German forces. The remaining five, however, were found by the villagers. At significant risk — they knew that they and their families would be shot if caught — the townspeople hid them. Resistance forces were contacted. Underground ‘railways’ activated. All five were soon back safely in England. Knight guided the bomber towards a field to attempt a crash-landing. But there was a hidden ditch running along a fence line. The Lancaster exploded upon impact. Knight guided the bomber towards a field to attempt a crash-landing. But there was a hidden ditch running along a fence line. The Lancaster exploded upon impact. Those who rushed to the scene found an almost unrecognisable tangled mass of struts, panels and engine parts. Les Knight's body was placed in an oak coffin and taken from the crash site to the old Den Ham cemetery for burial in a traditional hearse pulled by horses. Word quickly spread among Den Ham’s residents about Knights decision to stay with the plane and keep it from crashing among them. A Commonwealth War Graves Commission headstone now stands in place of the simple timber cross which initially marked his plot. A memorial stone stands where his bomber went down. The townspeople of Den Ham have never forgotton their hero, Leslie Knight for his bravery and show their gratitude in many ways. He sacrificed his own life to save his seven crew members and to avoid many civilian casualties on the ground. Colourised PIECE of JAKE Photo: Australian War Memorial Caption: HeraldSun.com.au Den Ham's commemorative page: www.rememberingdambusterlesknightdso.org/ #denham #dambusters #lesknight #no617squadron #ww2 #avrolancaster #melbourne #RAAF

We all tend to get wound up about what in the grand scheme of things is a load of rubbish and means two tenths of stuff all Every now and then I come across a story that has a lasting long term effect on me and changes my way of thinking for the better I hope This one of those stories

No no no no, it will make your back soft and all modern like, I can hear Oh never mind, nice long wheel base like that should ride pretty good anyway Paul

And if you go to on your smart TV nzonscreen Then go to the search doohickie, (magnifying glass) And punch in "Roche" Then click on "first episode" You will get a few seconds into it a picture a little like this A cool powered job coming down off the desert road, dead sexy lol And few more action shots as you watch it Paul

I think all parts, possibly including the head are still available Paul

At the least I guess you need to pull the head before you go any further Paul

I have sent them a message and I also sent a message to the email address Brocky provided When and if I hear back I'll let you all know Paul

Flash looking truck, looks like fun Paul

I don't like rocks because I reckon they will grind up a bit and leave sand or dirt in the tank But I prefer to just cut a hole in the tank and weld it back up Paul

Nuts and bolts are the go, strap it on a cement mixer and let it rip

A decent sized Mack, hope it all went as planned Paul

Dunno if all the info is correct Im thinking the 1962 Kenworth is the blue log truck in the back ground with the Edison banner tied between the bolsters No matter, good luck to them Paul

No heat here, mind you it won't be long and it will warm and then the dunny buggies (flys) will be back in force Paul

Come on man, it's the new millennium and all Paul

Sounds about right to me Paul

Thanks Brocky, shall do Paul

Does anyone know if the Mack Museum has Mack build history from around the world or is it just the U.S. ? Paul

Yes I have noticed the eye lids go to sleep before I make it to bed most nights now Paul

I guess it takes as long as it takes Pouring coffee into me doesn't help one little bit, after a while all it does is give me a sore throat, lucky for me the medicine for a sore throat is bourbon, although it has never been said I can tell by narrowing eye stare and the grumpyness that follows, my medicine and the reasons behind it are not fully understood by the Princess Anyway, happy sanding, if you need a painter and some leading astray I might fly Mal and I over, we need some time off for bad behavior 🤪🙂 Happy sanding Paul

Welcome to the forum Sounds like a interesting truck, feel free to share photos or ask questions, we hopefully won't lead you to far astray Paul

Can you pull the small cover of the timing cover and look at the injector pump Or pull the line off number one injector and check the timing that way Paul

Welcome If it runs but looses fuel over night you have a leak in your return to tank side of the fuel system A good looking Kiwi special you have there Paul