Thursday, August 30, 2012
Chief of the Air Staff 1st Baron Arthur Tedder couldn't believe what he read. His office walls seemed to close in on him as he tried to fathom what was before his eyes. They were actually listening to Douglas Bader. Douglas Bader of Big Wing fame ... of the useless Big Wing fame.
He thought the death of Leigh-Malory would put an end to this nonsense. He was so stunned that he was paralyzed with disbelief. Not only where they going to try and take the fight to the enemy and give up all of their home air space advantages by conducting useless fighter sweeps but they were going to concentrate their fighters in the larger fighter bases and defend them with massive amounts of AA guns making every one into a big flack trap.
For all he knew that part might work but the Big Wing controversy was supposed to be over and done with. It didn't work last time and he was certain it wouldn't work this time. But what could he do?
They were listening to Bader now. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how Park had been persuaded. It wasn't like him to give in so easily. Tedder knew he wasn't a fighter man anyway. They wouldn't listen to him for God's sake on matters involving Fighter Command.
His sense of foreboding was mounting the more he thought about it. Four or possibly five to one odds and now this.
He had to leave the office and take a long ... long walk. Possibly go home and see to his family and not think about what was to happen. Of all people Bader. Leigh-Malory's hand rises from the grave. It was too much he had to leave before he did something rash.