The last battle in mainland Britain

I absolutely love this story.

Stories of the Battle of Britain 1940 – Graveney Marsh

Seasalter is a small village located on the north coast of Kent, facing
the Isle of Sheppey and the estuary of the River Swale. This part of the
coast is famous for its oysters, fishing and sea marshes, which over the
centuries came to serve as a source of salt production, giving the
settlement its name. Eastward, the village is a stone’s throw from a
fishing town of Faversham. To the west, a vast expanse of swampy
marshland stretches broadly in all directions, bounded only by the sea
to the north. Mud, clay and the badness of the water made the place
unhealthy for settlement. There was one exception: the Sportsman Inn,
a remote pub established in the 17th century at the coastal road between
Whitstable and Faversham.

Throughout the late summer of 1940, the marshes gained a new role as an
emergency landing ground for crippled aircraft. Located alongside an
aerial route towards London, the marshy flats were often picked up by
airmen to bring down their damaged aircraft. Even though the wheels-up
landing could be treacherous if made on a swampy part of the marsh, this
quality was not easily observable from the air and anyway, the
approaches were clear of obstacles in all directions. A Dornier Do 17
came down on the mudflats at Seasalter on 13 August 1940. Another bomber
crash-landed just off The Neptune pub at Whitstable on 16 August.

Waiting for even more downed airmen and aircraft was a detachment of 1st
London Irish Rifles, billeted at the Sportsman pub with orders to
capture any aircrew shot down in the countryside.

On 27 September, a Luftwaffe bomber would crash-land almost at their door.

The aircraft was a brand-new Junkers Ju 88A-5, the newest variant of
this bomber which had been put into service only a few weeks
previously. It was characterised by the extended wings, improved
handling and upgraded navigational aids, and represented a
state-of-the-art of the Lufwaffe’s bomber arsenal.

Piloted by Unteroffizer Fritz Ruhlandt, the Ju 88 was among a force
which, despite fierce RAF opposition that day, fought their way through
to the capital. Bad luck struck on their return leg from London, as
Ruhlandt’s aircraft was hit by the anti-aircraft fire. The blast damaged
one of the engines of the bomber, which lost power and gradually had to
fall back from its formation. This made it a subject of further interest
on the part of roaming Spitfires, which made repeated attacks trying to
finish it off. Soon, both engines were out of action and Ruhlandt had no
choice but to nurse his aircraft down to a crash landing.

The men gathered at the pub watched as the stricken aircraft approached
the Graveney Marsh just outside their windows. The pilot brought down
his plane skilfully on the grassy part of the marsh. It came to a halt
several hundred yards from the pub.

The Captain of the London Irish regiment gathered an armed patrol of a
dozen or so soldiers of the “A” Company, who grabbed their rifles and
then departed to investigate the crash scene and put the crew under
arrest. Although the aircraft was visible from their position, the
distance across the marsh left the Germans a few precious minutes to
act. This time was resolutely used by Ruhrland and his crew, who first
evacuated the aircraft and then started working on destroying it. An
explosive charge was placed under the wing. To secure the destruction of
the classified equipment on board, the Germans decided to shot it to
pieces, using hand-operated machine guns which were part of the bomber’s
armament.

The sound of the machine gun fire had a startling effect on the
unsuspecting British troops. They took immediate cover on the ground,
taking it as shots being fired at them. They also returned fire. It is
debatable whether there was an officer’s order to do it, or if shots
were fired through panic and confusion of the moment. Either way, the
Captain ordered his small force to split, positioning some of the men
along the dykes of the marshland to provide cover for the second group,
which advanced along another dyke towards the Junkers.

As they crouched within 50 yards of the aircraft, the Germans, realising
they were now under fire, tried to wave a white flag. Unfortunately,
this time the British troops were highly suspicious towards their
intentions and the shooting continued until the Germans were finally
overpowered. No one was killed, but two of the Germans were lightly
injured during the fighting.

As the crew was about to be taken away, one of the British soldiers
overheard a remark about a bomb in the aircraft which the crew expected
to go up shortly. Reacting quickly and with considerable bravery,
Lieutenant Christopher Cantopher managed to defuse the demolition charge.

So typically for the Battle of Britain, the entire episode ended in a
pub. The captured crew was taken back to the Sportsman and invited for a
pint of beer and cigarettes. The tension settled down completely,
Ruhlandt’s foot injury was attended to and souvenirs were exchanged
between the sides.

“The men were in good spirits and came into the pub with the
Germans. We gave the Germans pints of beer in exchange for a few
souvenirs. I got a set of enamel Luftwaffe wings.”
/Corporal George Willis, piper of the 1st London Irish Rifles/

In the end, the Luftwaffe air crew was picked for further investigation
and then sent to a prisoner of war camp. The largely intact Junkers Ju
88 was recovered from the marsh and taken to RAF Farnborough for closer
examination, the recovery operation providing another break in the
monotony of life at the marshes.

A bit later, the story of the skirmish on 27 September seem to have got
a life of its own. Nicknamed the “Battle of the Graveney Marsh”, it
became a part of the Regimental history of the 1st London Irish Rifles,
in a form which emphasized the vigilance and exploits of the troops. It
has subsequently been heralded here and there as “the last military
conflict on the British mainland”. As such, the Battle of Graveney Marsh
ranks as one of the folklore stories of the Battle of Britain – often
told in rather more colourful fashion than the humble reconstruction
described herein.

But, as they say, why let the truth spoil a good story?. It could have
been a real battle.

We shall fight on the beaches! We shall fight on the landing grounds! We shall, erm, have a pint in the pub. We shall never surrender!



There is this famous quote - like all famous quotes, attributed to Churchill. It was said about Russia in 1941. 'A people that go on to eat icecream outside when it is minus 35 are invincible'. I have similar thoughts about these guys just going to the pub for a pint.

'Just got laid off from work and found my wife ******* my neighbour'
'So what did you do?'
'Me? I went to the pub for a pint'

'So Arsenal missed out on all silverware again...'
'So what did you do?'
'Me? I went to the pub for a pint'

'Just fought off some invading Nazis on the beach'
'So what did you do?'
'Me? I went to the pub for a pint'

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Originally Posted by Louis VI the Fat

There is this famous quote - like all famous quotes, attributed to Churchill. It was said about Russia in 1941. 'A people that go on to eat icecream outside when it is minus 35 are invincible'. I have similar thoughts about these guys just going to the pub for a pint.

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It should be noted that Canadians (English, French, or otherwise) do that as well. :santa2:

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Originally Posted by lars573

It should be noted that Canadians (English, French, or otherwise) do that as well. :santa2:

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Quite so, and when was the last time Canada ever lost a war, eh?

Louis - I can reply but you might be angry :)

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Originally Posted by KrooK

Louis - I can reply but you might be angry :)

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Welll...this thread is somewhat lighthearted of tone and intent, not really begging for a critical dissection of UK military-political decisions in the early stages of WWII.

But seeing as how the thread has been up for quite a while now, and those that wanted to read a feelgood story have had plenty of time to read it and chime in, I'd say go right ahead and share what you want to share.

Poland is awesome.

Poland is awesome.

Poland, Poland, Poland... Oh, Poland... you historical prostitute.

No derogatory remarks about entire countries please.

Especially as we all know Poland is so kewl...

P(un)lucky Poland.