"I'm proud to be an Aussie, there's something different about them. The Hun fights with grim determination, the Tommies fight by numbers, but the Aussies tear about like kids at a picnic, swearing and laughing the whole time. They knock some bastard, then lean against a tree and roll a cigarette..." - A young Australian soldier in Tobruk to his mother.
The Diggers, were a tough bunch, highly regarded on the battlefield and renowned for lacking discipline off it. They got the job done though. The Australian's a reputation for getting results, and for their rebellious nature, in the First World War where they excelled on the battlefield.
The Tommies, (British) were impeccably turned out and disciplined however lacked the flexibility in thought that the Aussie soldier had naturally. Tell a British soldier to pop out of the trenches and walk towards the enemy machine guns and he would do so, as would the Aussie's. But the Aussie soldier had the ability to think out of the box, as an individual. In situations where the British soldier required direction and orders, the Aussie would make it up, adapt and innovate. They were also big brutes, hard working men off the land, from harsh environments. src
In World War Two their reputation preceded them and once they closed with their enemy in the deserts of Africa the Axis forces understood all too clearly how brutal these southern sons could be. They fought without animosity though, both sides did; They were simply there to do a job and go home.
The Aussie soldiers were pragmatic problem-solvers and were used to adversity, hard work and individual thought. The Aussies in Tobruk were able to accept hand to hand combat, understood the hardships and sacrifices made on the battlefield and could even relate to the enemy forces suffering the same baking hot temperatures and freezing nights, bullets, bombs, bayonets and bombers... Well, actually not quite.
The Australian soldiers of the Tobruk garrison hated the bombers!
After the the Easter Battle in which they defeated Erwin Rommel's attack they were subjected to relentless bombing from high-level bombers and the Stuka dive bomber.
Most people are familiar with a bomber which typically is a large, relatively slow aircraft that flies over the target and disgorges a payload of bombs that fall to the ground and explode wherever they land. The Stuka was something else though.
Junkers Ju 87 - The "Stuka"
The Stuka took its first flight in 1935 and saw battle for the first time in 1937 but it was at the outbreak of the Second World War when it came into its own. It was utilised to provide close-air-support for ground troops and as an anti-shipping bomber to devastating effect. Seemingly its only downfall, like most bombers, was that it was quite slow and not very manoeuvrable so was susceptible to fighter-aircraft attack. For that reason they were always surrounded by a strong fighter-escort. src
What made them so effective was their payload delivery system. The Stuka was equiped with automatic "pull-up" dive brakes that would pull a Stuka out of a steep dive even should the pilot black-out from the G-forces. It allowed pilots to accurately deliver their bombs to the target making them excellent against entrenched troops, shipping and even tanks.
The dive bomb process
From the height of 4,600m the pilot would put the aircraft into a dive after locating the target through the bomb-sight window in the floor of the plane. The dive would be at between 60-90 degrees, only possible due to the dive breaks, and at a speed of up to 600kph.
The bomb would be released at around 450m above the target and the plane would automatically perform a 6G pull-out, throttling on hard, and once the nose was on the horizon the dive breaks would retract and the pilot would resume normal flight. Ingenious.
Most Stuka pilots experienced the "grey veil" experienced by humans subjected to 5G (in a seated position) and after 5 seconds of grey veil they would black-out. Many did black-out but the ingenious technology of the plane would pull them out of the dive and allow them the few seconds they required to come out of it and regain control. src
Down on the ground the Australian's in Tobruk were subjected to dive bomb attacks daily and due to the planes speed and downward angle their anti-aircraft guns were barely effective. They could only hunker down and hope the bomb would land somewhere else.
To add to the diabolical accuracy of the aircraft the German's fitted them with the Jericho Trumpet a wailing siren that would scream with increasing volume and intensity the closer to the target it came. The soldiers on the ground would hear the high-pitched scream getting louder and louder knowing that it could be the last thing they heard. Disconcerting I would imagine.
About 6,500 Junkers Ju 87 aircraft were manufactured and the Luftwaffe used them to devastating-effect against the allies and the Aussies in Tobruk got their fair share of hell from the effective and fearsome dive bomber too.
Later in the war, as the Axis forces started to lose air superiority and divert fighter-escort to their heavy bombers, the Stuka was less effective.
On many missions the pilots had little choice but to jettison their payload at the first sign of fighter attack to enable them a chance at fighting or running away. By the end of the war the Stuka was a spent force and with the German's suffering fuel shortages they could barely get planes in the air let alone be combat-effective.
The defenders at Tobruk were subjected to the full force of the Stuka dive bomber however and many lost their lives to ordinance delivered by one of these ingenious and deadly aircraft. They felt helpless against them although put up their rifles and fired anyway. They endured the screaming wail of Jericho trumpets, the pinpoint accurate bombs the pilots would deliver and the frustration of not being able to touch them, bring them down or impede them in any significant way. They just endured, as Aussies tend to do.
I'll leave you with a poem as published in the 2/48th Battalion news sheet on the 27th of August 1941.
Only a crowd of civilians
From every walk of life,
We left our homes and our loved ones
For we felt it our duty to fight.
We think of our wives and our sweethearts
Back on our sunny shores;
We think of the boys who could help us
Bring victory to our cause.
But we carry on, midst the heat and the dust,
Not that we want to, but we know that we must.
It's square your shoulder and pick up your pack,
For the sooner it's over, the sooner we're back.
Yesterday was ANZAC Day, when the country commemorates the first landing on the beaches of Gallipoli by the ANZAC forces. That landing began and 4:29am 25 April 1915...A day that saw many lives lost and the beginning of a ten-month long campaign...Also a day that began the ANZAC legend and began the legacy they left behind them...The ANZAC sprit lives on to this day.
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