Mr. Rupert Nelson Boyes, Flight Engineer 419th Squadron,  R.C.A. Middleton St. George. They didnít have de-icing paste on the wings, we were testing out some new equipment that had just arrived.  Now just what it was, I donít remember, probably G, or something like that.  We flew into this cloud of, itís called super-cooled water,  itís rainwater, but itís on the verge of freezing, and when anything touches it, it freezes. 
So this is what happened there, we flew into this cloud, and everything froze, it gathered on the leading edge of the wing and everything else,  and youíre going to become so heavy that you canít maintain your airspeed, and when you lose your airspeed, the nose goes down and down you goÖ.. We were assured that we wouldnít encounter any freezing conditions up there.  The plane got heavy, we lost our airspeed and then the nose went down. Then we gained speed rapidly, because we were going downhill.  Since everything was frozen we couldnít pull the nose back up.  We had lots of speed at that time, but the controls didnít work. The captain gave the order to jump, the order is ďJump! Jump!Ē  You donít ask any questions, you get into your parachute and youíre supposed to jump. I put my parachute on, it hooks on the front of your ďMae West,Ē which is a floating thing.  It was the jacket that we wore, and if you landed in the ocean it would fill with air. But before I put my helmet off, which had the earphones attached in it, my pilot, Jim Errington, he stringed back on the column-control as hard as he could, and he said ďRupeÖGive me hand!Ē So I stopped right there, as I knew we were getting awful close to the ground too, I didnít know if Iíd have time to get outÖI couldnít have anyway, the hatch that I was supposed to pull out was frozen too.  Anyway, I tried pulling back on this thing, the bombardier was supposed to follow me down to the nose and go out of the same hatch. When he saw what was happening, he just reached over, and all 3 of us were pulling back on the control-column just as hard as we could.  We werenít having any success. In between the pilot and me, beside the pilotís seat, thereís a round wheel, I think itís about 7 inches in diameter.  To turn this wheel, it turns another little tab on the elevator that the wind is supposed to catch, and to drive this elevator whichever way you want it to go.  It is to assist the pilot in flying straight.  If the nose wants to drop a little, you just pull on this wheel and it straightens it up. But anyway, I donít know how close to the ground we were, but I turned the wheel counter clock wise,  and all of a sudden, the nose came up, and the plane rose up.  As far as Iím concerned, thatís what helped break the ice loose, and up we went.  I donít know how close we were to the ground because the windshield was also iced up, you couldnít really see that good.  We were going 425 miles an hour, I remember looking at the airspeed.  365 was the maximum in a dive, but we usually flew at only around 150 to 175 miles an hour.
The others, that were in the back, they were not able to open the door, they couldnít get out.  When they saw that they couldnít get out, they put their back against the bulkhead that runs between the two wings and they were sitting there with their heads between their knees, waiting for the impact. It was going to be quite an impact when we hit that farmerís field down there. We had been told that there was U-boat in this fjord in Bergen.  Whether we hit it or not, I donít really know, it was a pretty small target, and we were flying at 17,000 feet. By the time we got to camp we were pretty happy about, you know getting back, there was an awful lot of planes that didnít. Another time our pilot had been hurt in a motorcycle accident, so he was in the hospital when theyíd made a big raid on Duisburg. We werenít a full crew, so we didnít go on the day-raid, but they took our wireless operator as a spare, and he never came back, so we lost our wireless operator.
It got to where you just expected it, but you had to do what you had to do.

Mr. Rupert Nelson Boyes - WWII Veteran
Flight Engineer 419th Squadron, 
R.C.A. Middleton St. George.
The order is ďJump! Jump!Ē  

  photo: June 29th, 2005.
Marina Park, Thunder Bay ON

Mr. Rupert Nelson Boyes
speaking to the audience