That on its own would have been bad
enough, but we were at the same time photographing equipment of intelligence value that the Soviets and East Germans would have preferred
to keep secret. In addition, the seating arrangements made navigation very difficult and there was always the chance of getting lost.
That and the prospect of an engine failure were never very far from anybody's thoughts since the repercussions could well have led to what we
referred to as "The long Russian course". However, the groundcrew at RAF Gatow were, I am pleased to say, dedicated to the servicing of the Chipmunks
since they were only too well aware that it was vitally important that none of the aircraft should have to carry out an emergency forced landing when they
were on the wrong side of the Wall, particularly since many of the intelligence targets were some distance from Gatow and well to the east of East Berlin.
The Soviets were not at all happy with these aircraft flying overhead, one of the reasons being that we were not the only Allied Power collecting
intelligence from the air. Both the French from Tegel and the Americans from Templehof were also flying in the BCZ, but BRIXMIS was the only
Allied Mission that actually had complete control of its own operation, carrying out both the flying and the photography. The French Mission did
their own photography but were flown by other than their own personnel. The American aircraft however was operated by a completely different
intelligence agency. It was therefore not always possible to co-ordinate their activities to the same degree as we did on the ground. Ground co-ordination
was achieved by weekly Tri-Mission meetings of the operations staff where great care was taken to ensure that there were no unexpected and
embarrassing meetings close to any installations in the GDR.
On one of these occasions we had proof that a Soviet soldier had fired the shots as he had been photographed with his Kalashnikov pointing at the Chipmunk.
These incidents led to a bout of flying training for those who were not pilots in case of an unlucky shot hitting the pilot. At the time, as I was a
navigator, I was obliged to take part in this activity and was so successful that the Station QFI, Mike Neil, told me that if I ever managed to learn to
fly, he would take up studying the Russian language. Since gaining a private pilot's licence, I now realize that the Chipmunk is not the easiest of aircraft
to fly, but despite this Mike Neil has still not started his Russian course! We did however have contingency plans in case of engine failure, but as
anybody who has flown light aircraft knows, at 1,000 ft (or less) there is less than two minutes in which to select a landing area and in our case the added
problem of getting rid of incriminating evidence. We did not take too seriously the suggestion that we gather together all the cameras, lenses and
exposed films, pack them in a green bag carried for the purpose and drop them in the nearest convenient lake. Or, even less practically, try and stow
the bag in the space behind the pilot's seat, where I suspect that somebody might have found it with very little effort. Anyway as the photographer was
jammed in the front of the aircraft, there was very little room to do anything. With two camera bodies, two lenses, lots of spare films and a notebook it
was impossible to hide what we were doing. Particularly in an emergency when both crew members would be fully occupied in finding a suitable area
for a forced landing. Because of these problems of space and time before colliding with the ground, the contingency plan was that on coming to a
stop, the drain cocks under the wings would be opened and the aircraft set on fire with the mini-flares that we carried, before we were detained -
provided, of course, that we were still conscious.