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- Weekly Feature - 1 November 2003
A remarkable story finally shared with family
The death of John Austin-Smith, of Masterton, has brought to life the p a st of a humble but quite extraordinary man. JOSEPH WALLACE spoke with h i s family and discovered the exceptional story of a wartime hero. A sto r y filled with humour, intrigue, action and history.
DURING World War II, in September 1943, the Allied Navy captured the is l and of Cos in the Aegean Sea. Not long after this success, pilot John A u stin Henry Smith and the crew of squadron 267 delivered important back - up equipment and supplies to the battle-weary navy.
The squadron loaded their DC3s and left the Ramat David airport in Isra e l, heading for the small island just off the southwest coast of Turkey . T he four unarmed supply planes slipped undetected through Turkey’s ne ut ral south coast before Austin and his squadron landed successfully at C o s airstrip. The four planes spread out over the aerodrome and unloaded t h e naval provisions. Austin finished and returned to his cabin to prepa r e for the departing flight. He settled into the cockpit and attempted t o s tart the motors. They refused to turn. The only other option was to m a nually crank the motors from outside the aircraft. He returned to the t a rmac and began cranking. That’s when he heard five Luftwaffe ME109 fig h ters.
The German fighters began a strafing run over the airstrip showering th e i sland with enemy fire. Austin-Smith ran for cover, diving behind a s ta ck of unidentified drums, soon discovering they were containers of fu e l.
He escaped the petrol explosion, but the attack left three planes utter l y annihilated. Two were aflame, the other was riddled with bullets. Se v eral men, who were most likely known to Austin, were killed. His crew a n d the surviving crew of the destroyed planes picked their friends bodi e s from the tarmac and retreated to the only plane intact.
Austin quickly looked over his aircraft, checking for damage. He discov e red the plane was hit. The left wing was shot through, resulting in th e d amage of a foot-wide sheet of its structure. The German fighters cou ld h ave returned at any time and Austin knew it was not safe to linger. T h e lives of the remaining crews depended on the swift departure of the s u rviving plane.
He acted fast. Leaving the tarmac, Austin climbed on to the wing and ri p ped the shot piece away and discarded it. The aircraft was loaded and e n gines cranked. Austin piloted his wounded DC3 away from the damaged ai r strip and away from the carcasses of the other three planes. Once Aust i n had flown out of immediate danger, he returned to the cabin to check h i s passengers. They were fine, playing cards and using their fallen com r ades as seats to make the journey more comfortable. Austin later repli e d to this thought: “Such is the way of warfare.”
John Austin-Smith was known in Masterton for setting up Austins Pharmac y , which was situated in a building on a corner of Queen and Perry stre e ts, now occupied by Sounds Music.
To locals he was a nice guy who was a keen golfer known as Austin. Aust i n’s obituary stated - “NZ402474 RNZAF. 90 Squadron, 267 Squadron. Spec i al OPS, ME Order of the Crown of Yugoslavia 1942, DFC 1943.” An extrao r dinary history to be briefly mapped out in a small column of the paper .
Inquiries led to a 30-page book.
Apparently Austin never mentioned the war. Until, aged 82, he was convi n ced by his family to tell his experience and put it on paper. What eve n tuated was titled Memories of an Airman. J.A.H. Austin-Smith. In it wa s r ecorded the career of a wartime hero as he told it. A straightforwar d a nd simple account of Austin-Smith’s recollection of his time in Worl d W ar II.
Austin grew up in Dannevirke. His family were poor and financially stre t ched through the Depression. His parents struggled to buy books and un i forms for him to go to college. Money was in short supply and jobs sca r ce. Subsequently, when World War II broke out, it was an exciting pros p ect for many young men, including a young Austin aged 19.
He applied for the air force and managed to join by telling a few white l i es. Austin said he almost missed out on the air force altogether becau s e his urine test failed. He immediately called upon his healthier brot h er to help out and sent a second sample. His brother passed this test a n d Austin was in turn accepted in July 1940.
Over the next eight months he trained throughout New Zealand before he a n d his friends were shipped away to Canada aboard SS Awatea. Austin des c ribed the Awatea journey as “the life of luxury” where he would enjoy “ f ive or six-course meals”. He liked it so much he said he thought: “Wow , i f this is war, wiz oh, I’m all for it”. Over the next few months Aus ti n trained in Canada before he once again departed, this time for Engl a nd. In England he was prepared as a pilot of the RAF.
Austin continued training and was assigned to the new Liberator convers i on unit, which was to be sent on a special operations job in the Middl e E ast. He spent only five hours training in the Liberators before he a nd h is crew were sent on a long flight to a new base in Fayid. At the t ime , Greece and Yugoslavia lacked communications, the Allies had no met eo rological or navigational information from the ground in these countr i es, making flights over this airspace extremely dangerous.
Austin and his squadron’s mission was to fly the two Liberators into th e se fragile conditions dropping wireless operators, saboteurs and suppl i es to the partisans who lived in the mountains of German-occupied Gree c e and Yugoslavia. It was a difficult ask as Liberators were 50-ton sup p ly planes only lightly armed and requiring a lot of petrol for the lon g f lights from Fayid to Yugoslavia and back. They had to pack as much e qu ipment and men on each flight as possible. Consequently the planes we r e stripped of non-essential weight - 95 percent of the ammunition was d i scarded, leaving only 100 rounds in the rear gun turret. Austin said: “ W e were flying all night over enemy territory in aircraft that were lit e rally defenceless. It was a cat-and-mouse operation.”
The Liberator crews had to be elusive and get out of enemy territory by d a ybreak or they were prime targets. But the enemy wasn’t the only dange r . One particular night Austin flew into cloud that was full of “severe i c ing” over the Aegean Sea. The Liberator’s instruments immediately froz e a nd he became disorientated in the thick cloud. He was unaware of his a l titude and unsure if he was going straight or off course. Although the a u topilot was on, Austin said his instinct was to take the stick and alt e r its level. But this action could be deadly. Instead, Austin refused t h e itch to grab the controls and stood up from his seat to feel the sit u ation. Everything felt normal, so he waited it out while de-icing heat e rs kicked in. It remained this way for some minutes for what must have b e en an eternity. Eventually the instruments came back after an intensel y -nervous wait for Austin in his blind, drifting aircraft.
Despite numerous dangers including the weather, anti-aircraft ground fi r e and enemy fighters, Austin wrote: “The thing that caused us the most c o ncern was a bloody star! Venus!”. It was often mistaken for an enemy p l ane. Austin said he knew of some gunners shooting off a few precaution a ry rounds at the planet, just in case.
Eventually, after numerous trips, wireless communication enabled the Li b erators to receive weather forecasts and news of the success of their d r ops. The flights were known to be some of the most arduous flights und e r extremely difficult conditions. Austin finished these operations wit h 4 46 hours of flying. He flew 19 trips to Yugoslavia and 13 drops into G r eece.
In recognition for the flights into Yugoslavia Austin was awarded the O r der of the Crown of Yugoslavia on October 20, 1942. This was followed w i th one of the highest honours awarded to pilots, the Distinguished Fly i ng Cross.
Austin and his crew were taken off transport duty in October 1943. The o d ds must have been in his favour as he was still alive after this exten s ive period - of the 56 men he trained with during the early stage of t h e war in Canada, only 15 returned home. Perhaps a little luck was on h i s side. “Fate played strange tricks in those weird days,” he said.
Austin was assigned to instructing other pilots how to fly large transp o rt planes. During the course of one morning Austin finished up instruc t ing another pilot in a Liberator. He finished the lesson and landed fo r b reakfast. His good friend, Squadron Leader Rolph-Smith, took over th e j ob and took the Liberator up for another lesson. During the plane’s f i rst circuit it struck a Hurricane that was coming into land, it sliced o f f the Liberator’s tail. “All were killed instantly.” Austin returned t o f ind he was promoted to squadron leader.
Despite the war and all the experiences that came with it, Austin’s Mem o ries are filled with amusing moments. One is when his good friend thro u ghout the war, Jacko Madill, sent Christmas correspondence to his fath e r expressing that he was in need of money. His father replied by sendi n g him a Christmas cake that hid the only reliable currency at the time - g o ld sovereigns.
Unfortunately, Jacko’s aunts were also keen to help their nephew’s war e f fort. In which case several cakes arrived for Jacko courtesy of his do t ing aunties. The mass of cakes camouflaged the true identity of the “r i chest cake”. Austin was called on and together they hacked up several C h ristmas cakes until they struck gold.
The war ended in August 1944 and Austin was posted home. He wrote of on e o f his last experiences - it happened as he was getting ready to retu rn t o New Zealand. “ I’d finished for the day, was packing up to go hom e a nd watching the Liberators coming in to land, at night. Thought that b l oke’s low! He was, the next second , CRASH and flames. So into my litt l e ute, tore up the road about a quarter mile, ran across a paddock and h e lped pull one guy away from the burning wreck. He’d hit something, had n o r oof to his mouth and of course no teeth. And boy, was he hot. The am bu lance arrived, popped him in and I sat on his tummy all the way to ho s pital trying to dig his teeth out of his throat every time he choked. O f ten wonder what happened to him. Poor devil.”
The next day Austin left for home. He returned via Morocco to Britain, o n t o the Queen Mary, which shipped him to New York where he remained fo r s ix weeks before training across America to San Francisco, then on a b o at to Noumea before reaching New Zealand.
John Austin-Smith left his home town at the age of 19. He travelled the w o rld and experienced the highs and lows of war, and the comradeships th a t were made and lost. He said the memories he made lived in him foreve r : “They are events I will never forget and experiences and friendships o n ly war can provide”. He returned home a humble, decorated hero. As a w a rtime pilot he amassed a total of 1715 flying hours. John Austin-Smith p a ssed away last month aged 83.
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Weekly Feature - 1 November 2003
A remarkable story finally shared with family
The death of John Austin-Smith, of Masterton, has brought to life thepa s t of a humble but quite extraordinary man. JOSEPH WALLACE spoke with h i s family and discovered the exceptional story of a wartime hero.A stor y f illed with humour, intrigue, action and history.
DURING World War II, in September 1943, the Allied Navy captured the is l and of Cos in the Aegean Sea. Not long after this success, pilot John A u stin Henry Smith and the crew of squadron 267 delivered importantback- u p equipment and supplies to the battle-weary navy.
The squadron loaded their DC3s and left the Ramat David airport in Isra e l, heading for the small island just off the southwest coast of Turkey . T he four unarmed supply planes slipped undetected through Turkey’s ne ut ral south coast before Austin and his squadron landed successfully at C o s airstrip. The four planes spread out over the aerodrome andunloaded t h e naval provisions. Austin finished and returned to his cabin to prepa r e for the departing flight. He settled into the cockpit and attempted t o s tart the motors. They refused to turn. The only otheroption was to m an ually crank the motors from outside the aircraft. Hereturned to the t a rmac and began cranking. That’s when he heard five Luftwaffe ME109 fig h ters.
The German fighters began a strafing run over the airstrip showering th e i sland with enemy fire. Austin-Smith ran for cover, diving behinda st ac k of unidentified drums, soon discovering they were containers of fue l .
He escaped the petrol explosion, but the attack left three planes utter l y annihilated. Two were aflame, the other was riddled with bullets.Sev e ral men, who were most likely known to Austin, were killed. His crew a n d the surviving crew of the destroyed planes picked their friends bodi e s from the tarmac and retreated to the only plane intact.
Austin quickly looked over his aircraft, checking for damage. He discov e red the plane was hit. The left wing was shot through, resulting inthe d a mage of a foot-wide sheet of its structure. The German fighterscould h a ve returned at any time and Austin knew it was not safe to linger. The l i ves of the remaining crews depended on the swift departureof the survi v ing plane.
He acted fast. Leaving the tarmac, Austin climbed on to the wing and ri p ped the shot piece away and discarded it. The aircraft was loaded and e n gines cranked. Austin piloted his wounded DC3 away from the damaged ai r strip and away from the carcasses of the other three planes. Once Aust i n had flown out of immediate danger, he returned to the cabin to check h i s passengers. They were fine, playing cards and using theirfallen comr a des as seats to make the journey more comfortable. Austinlater replied t o t his thought: “Such is the way of warfare.”
John Austin-Smith was known in Masterton for setting up Austins Pharmac y , which was situated in a building on a corner of Queen and Perry stre e ts, now occupied by Sounds Music.
To locals he was a nice guy who was a keen golfer known as Austin. Aust i n’s obituary stated - “NZ402474 RNZAF. 90 Squadron, 267 Squadron. Spec i al OPS, ME Order of the Crown of Yugoslavia 1942, DFC 1943.” An extrao r dinary history to be briefly mapped out in a small column of the paper .
Inquiries led to a 30-page book.
Apparently Austin never mentioned the war. Until, aged 82, he was convi n ced by his family to tell his experience and put it on paper. What eve n tuated was titled Memories of an Airman. J.A.H. Austin-Smith. In it wa s r ecorded the career of a wartime hero as he told it. A straightforwar d a nd simple account of Austin-Smith’s recollection of his time in Worl d W ar II.
Austin grew up in Dannevirke. His family were poor and financially stre t ched through the Depression. His parents struggled to buy books anduni f orms for him to go to college. Money was in short supply and jobsscarc e . Subsequently, when World War II broke out, it was an excitingprospec t f or many young men, including a young Austin aged 19.
He applied for the air force and managed to join by telling a few white l i es. Austin said he almost missed out on the air force altogether becau s e his urine test failed. He immediately called upon his healthier brot h er to help out and sent a second sample. His brother passed this test a n d Austin was in turn accepted in July 1940.
Over the next eight months he trained throughout New Zealand before he a n d his friends were shipped away to Canada aboard SS Awatea. Austin des c ribed the Awatea journey as “the life of luxury” where he wouldenjoy “ f ive or six-course meals”. He liked it so much he said he thought: “Wow , i f this is war, wiz oh, I’m all for it”. Over the next few months Aus ti n trained in Canada before he once again departed, this time for Engl a nd. In England he was prepared as a pilot of the RAF.
Austin continued training and was assigned to the new Liberator convers i on unit, which was to be sent on a special operations job in the Middl e E ast. He spent only five hours training in the Liberators before he a nd h is crew were sent on a long flight to a new base in Fayid. At the t ime , Greece and Yugoslavia lacked communications, the Allies had no met eo rological or navigational information from the ground in thesecountri e s, making flights over this airspace extremely dangerous.
Austin and his squadron’s mission was to fly the two Liberators into th e se fragile conditions dropping wireless operators, saboteurs and suppl i es to the partisans who lived in the mountains of German-occupied Gree c e and Yugoslavia. It was a difficult ask as Liberators were 50-ton sup p ly planes only lightly armed and requiring a lot of petrol for the lon g f lights from Fayid to Yugoslavia and back. They had to pack as much e qu ipment and men on each flight as possible. Consequently theplanes wer e s tripped of non-essential weight - 95 percent of the ammunition was d is carded, leaving only 100 rounds in the rear gun turret. Austin said: “ W e were flying all night over enemy territory in aircraft that were lit e rally defenceless. It was a cat-and-mouse operation.”
The Liberator crews had to be elusive and get out of enemy territory by d a ybreak or they were prime targets. But the enemy wasn’t the only dange r . One particular night Austin flew into cloud that was full of “severe i c ing” over the Aegean Sea. The Liberator’s instruments immediately froz e a nd he became disorientated in the thick cloud. He was unaware of his a l titude and unsure if he was going straight or off course.Although the a u topilot was on, Austin said his instinct was to take the stick and alt e r its level. But this action could be deadly. Instead, Austin refused t h e itch to grab the controls and stood up from his seat to feel the sit u ation. Everything felt normal, so he waited it out while de-icing heat e rs kicked in. It remained this way for some minutes for what must have b e en an eternity. Eventually the instruments came back after an intensel y -nervous wait for Austin in his blind, drifting aircraft.
Despite numerous dangers including the weather, anti-aircraft ground fi r e and enemy fighters, Austin wrote: “The thing that caused us the most c o ncern was a bloody star! Venus!”. It was often mistaken for an enemy p l ane. Austin said he knew of some gunners shooting off a few precaution a ry rounds at the planet, just in case.
Eventually, after numerous trips, wireless communication enabled the Li b erators to receive weather forecasts and news of the success of their d r ops. The flights were known to be some of the most arduous flights und e r extremely difficult conditions. Austin finished these operations wit h 4 46 hours of flying. He flew 19 trips to Yugoslavia and 13 drops into G r eece.
In recognition for the flights into Yugoslavia Austin was awarded theOr d er of the Crown of Yugoslavia on October 20, 1942. This was followed w i th one of the highest honours awarded to pilots, the Distinguished Fly i ng Cross.
Austin and his crew were taken off transport duty in October 1943. The o d ds must have been in his favour as he was still alive after this exten s ive period - of the 56 men he trained with during the early stage of t h e war in Canada, only 15 returned home. Perhaps a little luck was on h i s side. “Fate played strange tricks in those weird days,” he said.
Austin was assigned to instructing other pilots how to fly large transp o rt planes. During the course of one morning Austin finished up instruc t ing another pilot in a Liberator. He finished the lesson and landed fo r b reakfast. His good friend, Squadron Leader Rolph-Smith, took over th e j ob and took the Liberator up for another lesson. During the plane’s f i rst circuit it struck a Hurricane that was coming into land, it sliced o f f the Liberator’s tail. “All were killed instantly.” Austin returned t o f ind he was promoted to squadron leader.
Despite the war and all the experiences that came with it, Austin’s Mem o ries are filled with amusing moments. One is when his good friend thro u ghout the war, Jacko Madill, sent Christmas correspondence to his fath e r expressing that he was in need of money. His father replied by sendi n g him a Christmas cake that hid the only reliable currency at the time - g o ld sovereigns.
Unfortunately, Jacko’s aunts were also keen to help their nephew’s war e f fort. In which case several cakes arrived for Jacko courtesy of his do t ing aunties. The mass of cakes camouflaged the true identity of the “r i chest cake”. Austin was called on and together they hacked up several C h ristmas cakes until they struck gold.
The war ended in August 1944 and Austin was posted home. He wrote of on e o f his last experiences - it happened as he was getting ready to retu rn t o New Zealand. “ I’d finished for the day, was packing up to gohome a n d watching the Liberators coming in to land, at night. Thoughtthat blo k e’s low! He was, the next second , CRASH and flames. So intomy little u t e, tore up the road about a quarter mile, ran across a paddock and hel p ed pull one guy away from the burning wreck. He’d hit something, had n o r oof to his mouth and of course no teeth. And boy, washe hot. The amb ul ance arrived, popped him in and I sat on his tummy all the way to hos p ital trying to dig his teeth out of his throat everytime he choked. Of t en wonder what happened to him. Poor devil.”
The next day Austin left for home. He returned via Morocco to Britain, o n t o the Queen Mary, which shipped him to New York where he remained fo r s ix weeks before training across America to San Francisco, thenon a b oa t to Noumea before reaching New Zealand.
John Austin-Smith left his home town at the age of 19. He travelled the w o rld and experienced the highs and lows of war, and the comradeships th a t were made and lost. He said the memories he made lived in him foreve r : “They are events I will never forget and experiences and friendships o n ly war can provide”. He returned home a humble, decorated hero. As a w a rtime pilot he amassed a total of 1715 flying hours. John Austin-Smith p a ssed away last month aged 83.
Weekly Feature - 1 November 2003
A remarkable story finally shared with family
The death of John Austin-Smith, of Masterton, has brought to life the p a st of a humble but quite extraordinary man. JOSEPH WALLACE spoke with h i s family and discovered the exceptional story of a wartime hero. A sto r y filled with humour, intrigue, action and history.
DURING World War II, in September 1943, the Allied Navy captured the is l and of Cos in the Aegean Sea. Not long after this success, pilot John A u stin Henry Smith and the crew of squadron 267 delivered important back - up equipment and supplies to the battle-weary navy.
The squadron loaded their DC3s and left the Ramat David airport in Isra e l, heading for the small island just off the southwest coast of Turkey . T he four unarmed supply planes slipped undetected through Turkey’s ne ut ral south coast before Austin and his squadron landed successfully at C o s airstrip. The four planes spread out over the aerodrome and unloaded t h e naval provisions. Austin finished and returned to his cabin to prepa r e for the departing flight. He settled into the cockpit and attempted t o s tart the motors. They refused to turn. The only other option was to m a nually crank the motors from outside the aircraft. He returned to the t a rmac and began cranking. That’s when he heard five Luftwaffe ME109 fig h ters.
The German fighters began a strafing run over the airstrip showering th e i sland with enemy fire. Austin-Smith ran for cover, diving behind a s ta ck of unidentified drums, soon discovering they were containers of fu e l.
He escaped the petrol explosion, but the attack left three planes utter l y annihilated. Two were aflame, the other was riddled with bullets. Se v eral men, who were most likely known to Austin, were killed. His crew a n d the surviving crew of the destroyed planes picked their friends bodi e s from the tarmac and retreated to the only plane intact.
Austin quickly looked over his aircraft, checking for damage. He discov e red the plane was hit. The left wing was shot through, resulting in th e d amage of a foot-wide sheet of its structure. The German fighters cou ld h ave returned at any time and Austin knew it was not safe to linger. T h e lives of the remaining crews depended on the swift departure of the s u rviving plane.
He acted fast. Leaving the tarmac, Austin climbed on to the wing and ri p ped the shot piece away and discarded it. The aircraft was loaded and e n gines cranked. Austin piloted his wounded DC3 away from the damaged ai r strip and away from the carcasses of the other three planes. Once Aust i n had flown out of immediate danger, he returned to the cabin to check h i s passengers. They were fine, playing cards and using their fallen com r ades as seats to make the journey more comfortable. Austin later repli e d to this thought: “Such is the way of warfare.”
John Austin-Smith was known in Masterton for setting up Austins Pharmac y , which was situated in a building on a corner of Queen and Perry stre e ts, now occupied by Sounds Music.
To locals he was a nice guy who was a keen golfer known as Austin. Aust i n’s obituary stated - “NZ402474 RNZAF. 90 Squadron, 267 Squadron. Spec i al OPS, ME Order of the Crown of Yugoslavia 1942, DFC 1943.” An extrao r dinary history to be briefly mapped out in a small column of the paper .
Inquiries led to a 30-page book.
Apparently Austin never mentioned the war. Until, aged 82, he was convi n ced by his family to tell his experience and put it on paper. What eve n tuated was titled Memories of an Airman. J.A.H. Austin-Smith. In it wa s r ecorded the career of a wartime hero as he told it. A straightforwar d a nd simple account of Austin-Smith’s recollection of his time in Worl d W ar II.
Austin grew up in Dannevirke. His family were poor and financially stre t ched through the Depression. His parents struggled to buy books and un i forms for him to go to college. Money was in short supply and jobs sca r ce. Subsequently, when World War II broke out, it was an exciting pros p ect for many young men, including a young Austin aged 19.
He applied for the air force and managed to join by telling a few white l i es. Austin said he almost missed out on the air force altogether becau s e his urine test failed. He immediately called upon his healthier brot h er to help out and sent a second sample. His brother passed this test a n d Austin was in turn accepted in July 1940.
Over the next eight months he trained throughout New Zealand before he a n d his friends were shipped away to Canada aboard SS Awatea. Austin des c ribed the Awatea journey as “the life of luxury” where he would enjoy “ f ive or six-course meals”. He liked it so much he said he thought: “Wow , i f this is war, wiz oh, I’m all for it”. Over the next few months Aus ti n trained in Canada before he once again departed, this time for Engl a nd. In England he was prepared as a pilot of the RAF.
Austin continued training and was assigned to the new Liberator convers i on unit, which was to be sent on a special operations job in the Middl e E ast. He spent only five hours training in the Liberators before he a nd h is crew were sent on a long flight to a new base in Fayid. At the t ime , Greece and Yugoslavia lacked communications, the Allies had no met eo rological or navigational information from the ground in these countr i es, making flights over this airspace extremely dangerous.
Austin and his squadron’s mission was to fly the two Liberators into th e se fragile conditions dropping wireless operators, saboteurs and suppl i es to the partisans who lived in the mountains of German-occupied Gree c e and Yugoslavia. It was a difficult ask as Liberators were 50-ton sup p ly planes only lightly armed and requiring a lot of petrol for the lon g f lights from Fayid to Yugoslavia and back. They had to pack as much e qu ipment and men on each flight as possible. Consequently the planes we r e stripped of non-essential weight - 95 percent of the ammunition was d i scarded, leaving only 100 rounds in the rear gun turret. Austin said: “ W e were flying all night over enemy territory in aircraft that were lit e rally defenceless. It was a cat-and-mouse operation.”
The Liberator crews had to be elusive and get out of enemy territory by d a ybreak or they were prime targets. But the enemy wasn’t the only dange r . One particular night Austin flew into cloud that was full of “severe i c ing” over the Aegean Sea. The Liberator’s instruments immediately froz e a nd he became disorientated in the thick cloud. He was unaware of his a l titude and unsure if he was going straight or off course. Although the a u topilot was on, Austin said his instinct was to take the stick and alt e r its level. But this action could be deadly. Instead, Austin refused t h e itch to grab the controls and stood up from his seat to feel the sit u ation. Everything felt normal, so he waited it out while de-icing heat e rs kicked in. It remained this way for some minutes for what must have b e en an eternity. Eventually the instruments came back after an intensel y -nervous wait for Austin in his blind, drifting aircraft.
Despite numerous dangers including the weather, anti-aircraft ground fi r e and enemy fighters, Austin wrote: “The thing that caused us the most c o ncern was a bloody star! Venus!”. It was often mistaken for an enemy p l ane. Austin said he knew of some gunners shooting off a few precaution a ry rounds at the planet, just in case.
Eventually, after numerous trips, wireless communication enabled the Li b erators to receive weather forecasts and news of the success of their d r ops. The flights were known to be some of the most arduous flights und e r extremely difficult conditions. Austin finished these operations wit h 4 46 hours of flying. He flew 19 trips to Yugoslavia and 13 drops into G r eece.
In recognition for the flights into Yugoslavia Austin was awarded the O r der of the Crown of Yugoslavia on October 20, 1942. This was followed w i th one of the highest honours awarded to pilots, the Distinguished Fly i ng Cross.
Austin and his crew were taken off transport duty in October 1943. The o d ds must have been in his favour as he was still alive after this exten s ive period - of the 56 men he trained with during the early stage of t h e war in Canada, only 15 returned home. Perhaps a little luck was on h i s side. “Fate played strange tricks in those weird days,” he said.
Austin was assigned to instructing other pilots how to fly large transp o rt planes. During the course of one morning Austin finished up instruc t ing another pilot in a Liberator. He finished the lesson and landed fo r b reakfast. His good friend, Squadron Leader Rolph-Smith, took over th e j ob and took the Liberator up for another lesson. During the plane’s f i rst circuit it struck a Hurricane that was coming into land, it sliced o f f the Liberator’s tail. “All were killed instantly.” Austin returned t o f ind he was promoted to squadron leader.
Despite the war and all the experiences that came with it, Austin’s Mem o ries are filled with amusing moments. One is when his good friend thro u ghout the war, Jacko Madill, sent Christmas correspondence to his fath e r expressing that he was in need of money. His father replied by sendi n g him a Christmas cake that hid the only reliable currency at the time - g o ld sovereigns.
Unfortunately, Jacko’s aunts were also keen to help their nephew’s war e f fort. In which case several cakes arrived for Jacko courtesy of his do t ing aunties. The mass of cakes camouflaged the true identity of the “r i chest cake”. Austin was called on and together they hacked up several C h ristmas cakes until they struck gold.
The war ended in August 1944 and Austin was posted home. He wrote of on e o f his last experiences - it happened as he was getting ready to retu rn t o New Zealand. “ I’d finished for the day, was packing up to go hom e a nd watching the Liberators coming in to land, at night. Thought that b l oke’s low! He was, the next second , CRASH and flames. So into my litt l e ute, tore up the road about a quarter mile, ran across a paddock and h e lped pull one guy away from the burning wreck. He’d hit something, had n o r oof to his mouth and of course no teeth. And boy, was he hot. The am bu lance arrived, popped him in and I sat on his tummy all the way to ho s pital trying to dig his teeth out of his throat every time he choked. O f ten wonder what happened to him. Poor devil.”
The next day Austin left for home. He returned via Morocco to Britain, o n t o the Queen Mary, which shipped him to New York where he remained fo r s ix weeks before training across America to San Francisco, then on a b o at to Noumea before reaching New Zealand.
John Austin-Smith left his home town at the age of 19. He travelled the w o rld and experienced the highs and lows of war, and the comradeships th a t were made and lost. He said the memories he made lived in him foreve r : “They are events I will never forget and experiences and friendships o n ly war can provide”. He returned home a humble, decorated hero. As a w a rtime pilot he amassed a total of 1715 flying hours. John Austin-Smith p a ssed away last month aged 83.
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Weekly Feature - 1 November 2003
A remarkable story finally shared with family
The death of John Austin-Smith, of Masterton, has brought to life thepa s t of a humble but quite extraordinary man. JOSEPH WALLACE spoke with h i s family and discovered the exceptional story of a wartime hero.A stor y f illed with humour, intrigue, action and history.
DURING World War II, in September 1943, the Allied Navy captured the is l and of Cos in the Aegean Sea. Not long after this success, pilot John A u stin Henry Smith and the crew of squadron 267 delivered importantback- u p equipment and supplies to the battle-weary navy.
The squadron loaded their DC3s and left the Ramat David airport in Isra e l, heading for the small island just off the southwest coast of Turkey . T he four unarmed supply planes slipped undetected through Turkey’s ne ut ral south coast before Austin and his squadron landed successfully at C o s airstrip. The four planes spread out over the aerodrome andunloaded t h e naval provisions. Austin finished and returned to his cabin to prepa r e for the departing flight. He settled into the cockpit and attempted t o s tart the motors. They refused to turn. The only otheroption was to m an ually crank the motors from outside the aircraft. Hereturned to the t a rmac and began cranking. That’s when he heard five Luftwaffe ME109 fig h ters.
The German fighters began a strafing run over the airstrip showering th e i sland with enemy fire. Austin-Smith ran for cover, diving behinda st ac k of unidentified drums, soon discovering they were containers of fue l .
He escaped the petrol explosion, but the attack left three planes utter l y annihilated. Two were aflame, the other was riddled with bullets.Sev e ral men, who were most likely known to Austin, were killed. His crew a n d the surviving crew of the destroyed planes picked their friends bodi e s from the tarmac and retreated to the only plane intact.
Austin quickly looked over his aircraft, checking for damage. He discov e red the plane was hit. The left wing was shot through, resulting inthe d a mage of a foot-wide sheet of its structure. The German fighterscould h a ve returned at any time and Austin knew it was not safe to linger. The l i ves of the remaining crews depended on the swift departureof the survi v ing plane.
He acted fast. Leaving the tarmac, Austin climbed on to the wing and ri p ped the shot piece away and discarded it. The aircraft was loaded and e n gines cranked. Austin piloted his wounded DC3 away from the damaged ai r strip and away from the carcasses of the other three planes. Once Aust i n had flown out of immediate danger, he returned to the cabin to check h i s passengers. They were fine, playing cards and using theirfallen comr a des as seats to make the journey more comfortable. Austinlater replied t o t his thought: “Such is the way of warfare.”
John Austin-Smith was known in Masterton for setting up Austins Pharmac y , which was situated in a building on a corner of Queen and Perry stre e ts, now occupied by Sounds Music.
To locals he was a nice guy who was a keen golfer known as Austin. Aust i n’s obituary stated - “NZ402474 RNZAF. 90 Squadron, 267 Squadron. Spec i al OPS, ME Order of the Crown of Yugoslavia 1942, DFC 1943.” An extrao r dinary history to be briefly mapped out in a small column of the paper .
Inquiries led to a 30-page book.
Apparently Austin never mentioned the war. Until, aged 82, he was convi n ced by his family to tell his experience and put it on paper. What eve n tuated was titled Memories of an Airman. J.A.H. Austin-Smith. In it wa s r ecorded the career of a wartime hero as he told it. A straightforwar d a nd simple account of Austin-Smith’s recollection of his time in Worl d W ar II.
Austin grew up in Dannevirke. His family were poor and financially stre t ched through the Depression. His parents struggled to buy books anduni f orms for him to go to college. Money was in short supply and jobsscarc e . Subsequently, when World War II broke out, it was an excitingprospec t f or many young men, including a young Austin aged 19.
He applied for the air force and managed to join by telling a few white l i es. Austin said he almost missed out on the air force altogether becau s e his urine test failed. He immediately called upon his healthier brot h er to help out and sent a second sample. His brother passed this test a n d Austin was in turn accepted in July 1940.
Over the next eight months he trained throughout New Zealand before he a n d his friends were shipped away to Canada aboard SS Awatea. Austin des c ribed the Awatea journey as “the life of luxury” where he wouldenjoy “ f ive or six-course meals”. He liked it so much he said he thought: “Wow , i f this is war, wiz oh, I’m all for it”. Over the next few months Aus ti n trained in Canada before he once again departed, this time for Engl a nd. In England he was prepared as a pilot of the RAF.
Austin continued training and was assigned to the new Liberator convers i on unit, which was to be sent on a special operations job in the Middl e E ast. He spent only five hours training in the Liberators before he a nd h is crew were sent on a long flight to a new base in Fayid. At the t ime , Greece and Yugoslavia lacked communications, the Allies had no met eo rological or navigational information from the ground in thesecountri e s, making flights over this airspace extremely dangerous.
Austin and his squadron’s mission was to fly the two Liberators into th e se fragile conditions dropping wireless operators, saboteurs and suppl i es to the partisans who lived in the mountains of German-occupied Gree c e and Yugoslavia. It was a difficult ask as Liberators were 50-ton sup p ly planes only lightly armed and requiring a lot of petrol for the lon g f lights from Fayid to Yugoslavia and back. They had to pack as much e qu ipment and men on each flight as possible. Consequently theplanes wer e s tripped of non-essential weight - 95 percent of the ammunition was d is carded, leaving only 100 rounds in the rear gun turret. Austin said: “ W e were flying all night over enemy territory in aircraft that were lit e rally defenceless. It was a cat-and-mouse operation.”
The Liberator crews had to be elusive and get out of enemy territory by d a ybreak or they were prime targets. But the enemy wasn’t the only dange r . One particular night Austin flew into cloud that was full of “severe i c ing” over the Aegean Sea. The Liberator’s instruments immediately froz e a nd he became disorientated in the thick cloud. He was unaware of his a l titude and unsure if he was going straight or off course.Although the a u topilot was on, Austin said his instinct was to take the stick and alt e r its level. But this action could be deadly. Instead, Austin refused t h e itch to grab the controls and stood up from his seat to feel the sit u ation. Everything felt normal, so he waited it out while de-icing heat e rs kicked in. It remained this way for some minutes for what must have b e en an eternity. Eventually the instruments came back after an intensel y -nervous wait for Austin in his blind, drifting aircraft.
Despite numerous dangers including the weather, anti-aircraft ground fi r e and enemy fighters, Austin wrote: “The thing that caused us the most c o ncern was a bloody star! Venus!”. It was often mistaken for an enemy p l ane. Austin said he knew of some gunners shooting off a few precaution a ry rounds at the planet, just in case.
Eventually, after numerous trips, wireless communication enabled the Li b erators to receive weather forecasts and news of the success of their d r ops. The flights were known to be some of the most arduous flights und e r extremely difficult conditions. Austin finished these operations wit h 4 46 hours of flying. He flew 19 trips to Yugoslavia and 13 drops into G r eece.
In recognition for the flights into Yugoslavia Austin was awarded theOr d er of the Crown of Yugoslavia on October 20, 1942. This was followed w i th one of the highest honours awarded to pilots, the Distinguished Fly i ng Cross.
Austin and his crew were taken off transport duty in October 1943. The o d ds must have been in his favour as he was still alive after this exten s ive period - of the 56 men he trained with during the early stage of t h e war in Canada, only 15 returned home. Perhaps a little luck was on h i s side. “Fate played strange tricks in those weird days,” he said.
Austin was assigned to instructing other pilots how to fly large transp o rt planes. During the course of one morning Austin finished up instruc t ing another pilot in a Liberator. He finished the lesson and landed fo r b reakfast. His good friend, Squadron Leader Rolph-Smith, took over th e j ob and took the Liberator up for another lesson. During the plane’s f i rst circuit it struck a Hurricane that was coming into land, it sliced o f f the Liberator’s tail. “All were killed instantly.” Austin returned t o f ind he was promoted to squadron leader.
Despite the war and all the experiences that came with it, Austin’s Mem o ries are filled with amusing moments. One is when his good friend thro u ghout the war, Jacko Madill, sent Christmas correspondence to his fath e r expressing that he was in need of money. His father replied by sendi n g him a Christmas cake that hid the only reliable currency at the time - g o ld sovereigns.
Unfortunately, Jacko’s aunts were also keen to help their nephew’s war e f fort. In which case several cakes arrived for Jacko courtesy of his do t ing aunties. The mass of cakes camouflaged the true identity of the “r i chest cake”. Austin was called on and together they hacked up several C h ristmas cakes until they struck gold.
The war ended in August 1944 and Austin was posted home. He wrote of on e o f his last experiences - it happened as he was getting ready to retu rn t o New Zealand. “ I’d finished for the day, was packing up to gohome a n d watching the Liberators coming in to land, at night. Thoughtthat blo k e’s low! He was, the next second , CRASH and flames. So intomy little u t e, tore up the road about a quarter mile, ran across a paddock and hel p ed pull one guy away from the burning wreck. He’d hit something, had n o r oof to his mouth and of course no teeth. And boy, washe hot. The amb ul ance arrived, popped him in and I sat on his tummy all the way to hos p ital trying to dig his teeth out of his throat everytime he choked. Of t en wonder what happened to him. Poor devil.”
The next day Austin left for home. He returned via Morocco to Britain, o n t o the Queen Mary, which shipped him to New York where he remained fo r s ix weeks before training across America to San Francisco, thenon a b oa t to Noumea before reaching New Zealand.
John Austin-Smith left his home town at the age of 19. He travelled the w o rld and experienced the highs and lows of war, and the comradeships th a t were made and lost. He said the memories he made lived in him foreve r : “They are events I will never forget and experiences and friendships o n ly war can provide”. He returned home a humble, decorated hero. As a w a rtime pilot he amassed a total of 1715 flying hours. John Austin-Smith p a ssed away last month aged 83.
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