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RAF pilots operating on bases in the UK underwent some fairly unique stresses.

As I discussed here:



Soldiers who literally 'went to war' no doubt had their own crosses to bear, but Man was not made to switch between the hellish and the mundane on a daily basis—least of all on his own metaphorical doorstep.

Whether one signs up to such beliefs is entirely one's own affair, but many of those who have written on the subject of ghosts posit a link between intense psychological traumas and the haunting of locations linked with those extreme experiences.
An old boss of mine was just too young to be called up but he said how odd it was as a civilian living near an air base. He was used to people going off to the army and then perhaps hearing some time later that they wouldn't be coming back. However the airmen he would see and talk to in the shop or the pub garden one day and the next day or even that afternoon some of them wouldn't be there. I guess it's comparable to talking to someone in the morning and hearing they've died in a car crash in the afternoon; only having that happen every day.

Not the same for the civilians as they weren't in (as much) danger, but the situation must have created a strange atmosphere over the surrounding communities.
 
An old boss of mine was just too young to be called up but he said how odd it was as a civilian living near an air base. He was used to people going off to the army and then perhaps hearing some time later that they wouldn't be coming back. However the airmen he would see and talk to in the shop or the pub garden one day and the next day or even that afternoon some of them wouldn't be there. I guess it's comparable to talking to someone in the morning and hearing they've died in a car crash in the afternoon; only having that happen every day.

Not the same for the civilians as they weren't in (as much) danger, but the situation must have created a strange atmosphere over the surrounding communities.
Back in the good-old bad days of motor racing, a lot of drivers and even the team bosses etc, often didn't like to get too close to the other drivers as there was a very good chance they'd be dead soon.

Jackie Stewart and his wife were talking about it one night and they counted 57 people they had been friends with and raced with who were dead.
 
For the life of me I cannot now find it, but I was positive that I had bookmarked a first hand encounter related to this place which had been provided by a professional pilot. What struck me was that said encounter had, I think, been published in a professional magazine - which, again (in relation to my previous post) goes counter to the argument that people in these sorts of jobs simply do not talk about such things because of fear of ridicule.

(I also quite like the fact that the only two comments attached to that article perfectly represent the two polar opposites of the spectrum of belief in regard to the general subject.)
One of my kids has done a couple flying lessons at a nearby Aero Club, that's on the site of a WW2 airfield. And he asked the instructor, a former BA pilot, if he'd ever seen anything weird in the sky - essentially UFOs. The pilot replied, very matter of factly, that he'd seen anomalous things as had pretty well every other pilot he knows. Whatever he saw, was over the Channel, is the only detail son got (as he was busy concentrating on flying at the time of the conversation!)

My mum was engaged to a Polish airman in WW2, who was based at this same place my son flew from. He was killed in action, or my mum would have married him not my dad, and I wouldn't be here.
 
For some insight into the stresses and losses suffered by US and Commonwealth and UK aircrews I recommend Big Week; The biggest air battle of WW2 by James Holland. Penguin 2018.

It concerns various operations POINTBLANK, ARGUMENT and others designed to destroy the Luftwaffe prior to OVERLORD (D Day) Essentially the bombing raids targeted industry (and the cities where they were sited) but were also meant to attract fighter attacks and cause fighter losses that couldn't be replaced. At first the long distance raids were beyond the range of fighter escort until the introduction of the later Rolls Royce engined Mustangs who had greater range than other allied fighters.

The casualty rates are eye watering, not least in some German towns who suffered more losses in one day than London did in the Blitz, but also amongst the air crews on both sides: 25% losses not unknown. Some of those wounded and some captured on the allied side and on the German side many straight back into combat if they escaped being killed when shot down or crashed. Weather was awful and many losses were caused by collisions on take off in heavy cloud or fog or dodging flak and enemy fighters.

The emotional strain must have been enormous, perhaps more so than in the Battle of Britain and again it is in contrast to the relatively normal life when not in the air. If this emotinal strain is a factor in hauntings then maybe it explains ghosts on many of these sites, some of which remain, albeit in derelict condition. I also wondered about possible ghost tales from German airfields their pilots were also under pressure and compared to the allies they had inferior training and inferior aircraft (Thankfully the Me 262 hadn't been introduced then) Does anyone know if there are any such stories?

There is also some material on the career of film star Jimmy Stewart who served in the US bombers, a brave man he could doubtless have engineered himself a safe post if he wanted to.
 
...they had inferior training and inferior aircraft.

Depends on the altitude.

Read this on the train this morning.

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Dowding & Headquarters Fighter Command by Peter Flint (Airlife, 1996)
 
The emotional strain must have been enormous, perhaps more so than in the Battle of Britain and again it is in contrast to the relatively normal life when not in the air. If this emotinal strain is a factor in hauntings then maybe it explains ghosts on many of these sites, some of which remain, albeit in derelict condition.
I think this makes perfect sense. If ghosts can be created by heightened senses and emotional overload, then these chaps would have been prime cases for haunting their old workplaces. It must have been dreadful, living and going about your normal business knowing that any moment you could be summoned into the air, basically to die.
 
Depends on the altitude.

Read this on the train this morning.

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Dowding & Headquarters Fighter Command by Peter Flint (Airlife, 1996)

Think this may have been earlier as the Spitfire MkII was phased out in 1941 or 42.

Germans were still using later versions of the Me 109 version G or K by 1944, the Fw 190, Me110 etc. I think the RAF was on to the Mk9 Spitfire by then and the USA using p47 Thunderbolts (RAF pilots said that in a panic you could run round in the cockpit, they were so big) P38 Lightning (They seemed to do better in the Pacific) and of course the P51 Mustang.

Britain had the Hawker Tempest and Typhoon, although they were better in ground attack and the Mosquito which was apparently much admired by the German pilots.

The Me 262 which Harry "Winkle" Brown thought the best aircraft of the war was held up because of Hitler insisting on bombers and wanting it to carry bombs.

Capabilities did vary a lot with altitude but one of the main factors was training, many German pilots had very little whereas American and Canadian pilots (even some British sent to the States) were trained for much longer. Some experienced German pilots were brought back from the Eastern front but although they were experienced to paraphrase Blackadder "900 heavily armed fighters and 1000 heavily armed bombers came as a bit of a shock" as most of their victories were against obsolescent types and poorly armed transports.
 
Highest combat in WW11 was at 44,000 ft over England using a modified Spitfire MK9 the German aircraft was a Diesel powered Junkers.
highest flight of a Spitfire was around 52,000 ft flying from I think Malta at which height just moving in the cockpit upset the aircraft.
A English Electric Lightning got up to 88,000 ft that was full throttle full reheat stick back on the stops.
 
Highest combat in WW11 was at 44,000 ft over England using a modified Spitfire MK9 the German aircraft was a Diesel powered Junkers.
highest flight of a Spitfire was around 52,000 ft flying from I think Malta at which height just moving in the cockpit upset the aircraft.
A English Electric Lightning got up to 88,000 ft that was full throttle full reheat stick back on the stops.

At ground level, air pressure is around 14.7 psi.
At 55,000 feet it drops to just 1.3 psi - which strikes me as perilously close to a vacuum!
I'm just astonished that a Spitfire engine - and its pilot, in an unpressurised cockpit, could function at such extreme altitudes.
 
Some Spitfires did have pressurised cockpits but the one that got to 44,000 didn't don't know about the other.
You would not last long if your oxygen failed at those hights.
 
The question must be asked why RAF stations ?

There are plenty of places that young people have met their untimely deaths and they don't seem to be as haunted, one would think that the WW1 battlefields would be full of ghosts considering the carnage that went on?
Well, in this particular instance, it was because I was researching RAF stations that I have visited - hence the specific list. Though stories from other locations would also be useful in case we decide to do more than one episode on the topic!
 
Apologies for my infrequent visits to the forum, I just stumbled on this thread. I was stationed at RAF Henlow (on the OP's list) late 80's to early 90's. There were some stories current at the time on this, one of the oldest of military air bases in th UK, originally an RFC base I think. It had a grass runway and the ATC tower was a listed building and actually made out of wooden packing crates painted green.
Station Headquarters: An unusual triangular shaped building. Duty Clerks, on duty alone in the building from 1700 to 0800 the following morning would routinely lock themselves in the duty bunk on the ground floor and not venture on to the upper floors unless pushed as they could hear heavy (booted) footsteps walking around upstairs even though they knew they were alone in the building. Being a duty clerk meant you had the only extant set of keys for SHQ, the other set being locked up in the guard room and only to be drawn if something drastic happened to the set in possession of the duty clerk. Therefore the duty clerk could be certain he was alone and the only person with physical access to SHQ.

Similar systems worked for duty supplier (store man), my own trade, and I did many stints as duty dog at Henlow. These old buildings are incredibly spooky when your on your own and walking their corridors in the dark. A torch can make it worse due to the shadows cast.

The Pickle Factory: An old derelict building standing alone on the airfield. It had originally been used as a place where canvas was fitted over, say the frames of wings that were then immersed I a vat of chemicals to cause them to go taught - hence pickling.
This building had a high tower at one end with wooden platforms at various heights. It was rumoured that the parachute had been tried out at Henlow with airmen being ordered to jump of platforms at various heights and even out of low flying aircraft to ascertain the lowest height a parachute could safely be opened. Not surprisingly it was rumoured there had been deaths. This part of the airfield was naturally rumoured to be haunted by the fatalities.
Lowly airmen 'Stackers' (store men) such as me lived in what were called 'Mitchell Blocks' - old barracks on the edge of the airfield, access to which meant a long walk across the airfield past the Pickle Factory. On your own this could be very spooky, especially in fog or in the dark. Of course, those semi visible figures you could barely discern were airmen like yourself stumbling around, half cut trying to get back to the block after a night in the NAAFI bar.

Several of the older buildings used by stores were said to be haunted; guys spoke about lights and transistor radios being found on in rooms that were known to have been left vacant with everything switched off.
Men spoke a feeling of not being alone or being watched when they were working alone.

Of course there can be found many rational explanations for these incidents, but I can vouch for the spookiness of these places and buildings.

I can't explain the footsteps heard by the duty clerks - with that system they had the only set of keys and controlled access to SHQ themselves. I had similar experiences in stores when I was duty supplier and I knew I was in control of access and alone in the building.
 
Apologies for my infrequent visits to the forum, I just stumbled on this thread. I was stationed at RAF Henlow (on the OP's list) late 80's to early 90's. There were some stories current at the time on this, one of the oldest of military air bases in th UK, originally an RFC base I think. It had a grass runway and the ATC tower was a listed building and actually made out of wooden packing crates painted green.
Station Headquarters: An unusual triangular shaped building. Duty Clerks, on duty alone in the building from 1700 to 0800 the following morning would routinely lock themselves in the duty bunk on the ground floor and not venture on to the upper floors unless pushed as they could hear heavy (booted) footsteps walking around upstairs even though they knew they were alone in the building. Being a duty clerk meant you had the only extant set of keys for SHQ, the other set being locked up in the guard room and only to be drawn if something drastic happened to the set in possession of the duty clerk. Therefore the duty clerk could be certain he was alone and the only person with physical access to SHQ.

Similar systems worked for duty supplier (store man), my own trade, and I did many stints as duty dog at Henlow. These old buildings are incredibly spooky when your on your own and walking their corridors in the dark. A torch can make it worse due to the shadows cast.

The Pickle Factory: An old derelict building standing alone on the airfield. It had originally been used as a place where canvas was fitted over, say the frames of wings that were then immersed I a vat of chemicals to cause them to go taught - hence pickling.
This building had a high tower at one end with wooden platforms at various heights. It was rumoured that the parachute had been tried out at Henlow with airmen being ordered to jump of platforms at various heights and even out of low flying aircraft to ascertain the lowest height a parachute could safely be opened. Not surprisingly it was rumoured there had been deaths. This part of the airfield was naturally rumoured to be haunted by the fatalities.
Lowly airmen 'Stackers' (store men) such as me lived in what were called 'Mitchell Blocks' - old barracks on the edge of the airfield, access to which meant a long walk across the airfield past the Pickle Factory. On your own this could be very spooky, especially in fog or in the dark. Of course, those semi visible figures you could barely discern were airmen like yourself stumbling around, half cut trying to get back to the block after a night in the NAAFI bar.

Several of the older buildings used by stores were said to be haunted; guys spoke about lights and transistor radios being found on in rooms that were known to have been left vacant with everything switched off.
Men spoke a feeling of not being alone or being watched when they were working alone.

Of course there can be found many rational explanations for these incidents, but I can vouch for the spookiness of these places and buildings.

I can't explain the footsteps heard by the duty clerks - with that system they had the only set of keys and controlled access to SHQ themselves. I had similar experiences in stores when I was duty supplier and I knew I was in control of access and alone in the building.
I was an RAF Supp/Gen like you Blind Davey,I totally agree it could be very spooky at night when you were duty storebasher.I was at Scampton in the 1970s followed by a 10 month stint at RAF Gan then posted to RAF Binbrook.Scampton and Binbrooks Supply Sqdrns were both based in Concrete Buildings which were at least of WW11 vintage. It was very nerve wracking on a dark and windy winters night to go and look for something in the S&M store with allsorts of crash bangs and wallops echoing around the vast building as you looked for the rack with the piece of equipment you needed, I half expected to meet the apparition of a long dead WW11 RAF Storeman but fortunately I never did. Happy days although sometimes scary when you were Duty Storebasher.
 
Does anyone know of ghost stories associated with other wartime airfields? It seems to be a predominantely British WW2 phenomenon.
If it is linked to sustained stress what about:

Germany, WW2 1944-45
Russia WW2 1942-44
USA Carriers and Pacific airbases 1943-5 (Pearl Harbour - perhaps not sustained stress but any hauntings?)
Japan 1944-45 (But the Asian ghost tradition is not the same as the western one)
Italy 1944
WW1 allied airbases in 1915 (Fokker scourge) April 1917 (Bloody April)
Are there any stories from Korea or Vietnam?

Is it just that being in Britain I'm not aware of stories from these places or do they just not exist? I vaguely remember a story concerning a WW2 German airman from Britain where he was shot down and there are stories from WWI ( Robert Graves mentions seeing a ghost in Goodbye to All That) but not of airmen. What about Verdun and the Somme?

IIRC Ships and especially submarines seem to have tales associated with them again leading to the sustained stress idea but presumably if the ship goes down the ghosts go with it?

A bit off topic but why do some wars/battles seem to attract ghosts and others don't? The American Civil War seems to have produced lots of hauntings but the War of Independence and the French and Indian Wars fewer? Is the Alamo haunted? What of Sand Creek or Wounded Knee?

Is time elapsed a factor? No big battles in the UK since 1746 but has there been a drop in reported sightings at Civil War battlefields in the US over the last 50 years or so?

Is there a type of stress that produces this phenomenon that happens in certain locations to certain groups?
 
There is also some material on the career of film star Jimmy Stewart who served in the US bombers, a brave man he could doubtless have engineered himself a safe post if he wanted to.
Although not mentioned on his WIKI site, I was told that that Jimmy Stewart served for a time at RAF Ridgewell, Just 2 villages up from where I now live in North Essex. There is a picture of him in the local village pub standing at the bar. I haven’t been there for a few years (COVID) but I think the pub is still trading.

The landlord once told me that an elderly customer of his remembered Jimmy Stewart with fond memories. Never shy of buying the drinks for the locals apparently

Now that makes me wonder why RAF Ridgewell is not mentioned on Jimmy Stewart’s WIKI site.

And yes Tunn, he applied and reapplied time and again for an active service role.
 
Although not mentioned on his WIKI site, I was told that that Jimmy Stewart served for a time at RAF Ridgewell, Just 2 villages up from where I now live in North Essex. There is a picture of him in the local village pub standing at the bar. I haven’t been there for a few years (COVID) but I think the pub is still trading.

The landlord once told me that an elderly customer of his remembered Jimmy Stewart with fond memories. Never shy of buying the drinks for the locals apparently

Now that makes me wonder why RAF Ridgewell is not mentioned on Jimmy Stewart’s WIKI site.

And yes Tunn, he applied and reapplied time and again for an active service role.
I've lent the book to someone but I'll check when I get it back to see whether it mentions where he was stationed. He was of course also involved in smuggling alleged yeti parts out of Tibet.
 
I was an RAF Supp/Gen like you Blind Davey,I totally agree it could be very spooky at night when you were duty storebasher.I was at Scampton in the 1970s followed by a 10 month stint at RAF Gan then posted to RAF Binbrook.Scampton and Binbrooks Supply Sqdrns were both based in Concrete Buildings which were at least of WW11 vintage. It was very nerve wracking on a dark and windy winters night to go and look for something in the S&M store with allsorts of crash bangs and wallops echoing around the vast building as you looked for the rack with the piece of equipment you needed, I half expected to meet the apparition of a long dead WW11 RAF Storeman but fortunately I never did. Happy days although sometimes scary when you were Duty Storebasher.
Those old hangers, some of them dating back to RFC days, made a hell of a racket on windy days.
I worked for a spell in one and was the only enlisted man for a while, everyone else was either a zob or a civ. They all went home at 1630 I had to stay till 1700, do the security checks, lock up and hand the keys in at the guard room.
It was spooky as Hell in there on your own on a dark October or November evening, especially if it was windy. I used to fly round and through the racking on an old women's bike, looking straight ahead, armed with a cricket bat and get out of there asap lol.
Good memories eh.
 
Although not mentioned on his WIKI site, I was told that that Jimmy Stewart served for a time at RAF Ridgewell, Just 2 villages up from where I now live in North Essex. There is a picture of him in the local village pub standing at the bar. I haven’t been there for a few years (COVID) but I think the pub is still trading.

The landlord once told me that an elderly customer of his remembered Jimmy Stewart with fond memories. Never shy of buying the drinks for the locals apparently

Now that makes me wonder why RAF Ridgewell is not mentioned on Jimmy Stewart’s WIKI site.

And yes Tunn, he applied and reapplied time and again for an active service role.
I've lent the book to someone but I'll check when I get it back to see whether it mentions where he was stationed. He was of course also involved in smuggling alleged yeti parts out of Tibet.
There are photos of him in Tibenham, Norfolk when he made a return visit in 1975;

https://norfolktalesmyths.wordpress.com/2020/11/29/a-time-when-james-returned-to-norfolk/
 
Although not mentioned on his WIKI site, I was told that that Jimmy Stewart served for a time at RAF Ridgewell, Just 2 villages up from where I now live in North Essex. There is a picture of him in the local village pub standing at the bar. I haven’t been there for a few years (COVID) but I think the pub is still trading.

The landlord once told me that an elderly customer of his remembered Jimmy Stewart with fond memories. Never shy of buying the drinks for the locals apparently

Now that makes me wonder why RAF Ridgewell is not mentioned on Jimmy Stewart’s WIKI site.

And yes Tunn, he applied and reapplied time and again for an active service role.
I tried looking for the picture on Google of James Stewart in the pub but can't find it.
 
Any joy DT?
Well Mr F. I’m happy to say the pub is still trading (just), but the landlord has rented out the lease to a couple of hipsters, so gone are the real ales and the home-made pork scratchings, and in with the expensive craft beers and fancy nibbles. You can’t even buy a packet of crisps for Christ’s sake.

They have completely renovated the entire pub. The soft lighting and thick carpet in the restaurant area has given way to two massive chandeliers and wooden flooring. All the old black and white photos of the village of yesteryear have been taken down (including the one mentioned in my previous post) and nouvelle art ones put up instead.

That maybe to some people’s taste, they may think it’s modern and classy, but I will say this – we popped in there on a Sunday afternoon for a pint and the place was devoid of life, apart from a solitary couple eating a ponced-up version of a roast dinner in the empty restaurant area. In the old landlord’s day, the Sunday roast portions were huge and the restaurant buzzing.

How on earth did these two young lads think they could make a hipster pub work in a tiny north Essex village is beyond me. It wouldn’t surprise me if the next time I drove past the place it would be shut and the hipsters gone, along with all the money they pumped into it.

What a way to destroy an old village pub

Madness!!!!!!

Anyway rant over lol
 
Well Mr F. I’m happy to say the pub is still trading (just), but the landlord has rented out the lease to a couple of hipsters, so gone are the real ales and the home-made pork scratchings, and in with the expensive craft beers and fancy nibbles. You can’t even buy a packet of crisps for Christ’s sake.

They have completely renovated the entire pub. The soft lighting and thick carpet in the restaurant area has given way to two massive chandeliers and wooden flooring. All the old black and white photos of the village of yesteryear have been taken down (including the one mentioned in my previous post) and nouvelle art ones put up instead.

That maybe to some people’s taste, they may think it’s modern and classy, but I will say this – we popped in there on a Sunday afternoon for a pint and the place was devoid of life, apart from a solitary couple eating a ponced-up version of a roast dinner in the empty restaurant area. In the old landlord’s day, the Sunday roast portions were huge and the restaurant buzzing.

How on earth did these two young lads think they could make a hipster pub work in a tiny north Essex village is beyond me. It wouldn’t surprise me if the next time I drove past the place it would be shut and the hipsters gone, along with all the money they pumped into it.

What a way to destroy an old village pub

Madness!!!!!!

Anyway rant over lol
Jeez, that sounds terrible.
They did a similar thing to my old local years ago- turned it into a 'wine bar'.
 
Well Mr F. I’m happy to say the pub is still trading (just), but the landlord has rented out the lease to a couple of hipsters, so gone are the real ales and the home-made pork scratchings, and in with the expensive craft beers and fancy nibbles. You can’t even buy a packet of crisps for Christ’s sake.

They have completely renovated the entire pub. The soft lighting and thick carpet in the restaurant area has given way to two massive chandeliers and wooden flooring. All the old black and white photos of the village of yesteryear have been taken down (including the one mentioned in my previous post) and nouvelle art ones put up instead.

That maybe to some people’s taste, they may think it’s modern and classy, but I will say this – we popped in there on a Sunday afternoon for a pint and the place was devoid of life, apart from a solitary couple eating a ponced-up version of a roast dinner in the empty restaurant area. In the old landlord’s day, the Sunday roast portions were huge and the restaurant buzzing.

How on earth did these two young lads think they could make a hipster pub work in a tiny north Essex village is beyond me. It wouldn’t surprise me if the next time I drove past the place it would be shut and the hipsters gone, along with all the money they pumped into it.

What a way to destroy an old village pub

Madness!!!!!!

Anyway rant over lol
How to kill a Hipster...drowned him in the mainstream.
 
If it's a sudden, violent, unexpected, death sort of thing you would think
the WW1 airfields and battle fields would be knee deep in ghosts,
you can imagine the way they were treated that a good many would
be more than a little peeved at the time of passing.
 
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