Stanstead Abbotts Local History Society
1942 AIR CRASH
Three Mustang P51 aircraft swept low over Stanstead Abbotts in poor weather and a low cloud base in October 1942. The training mission was only minutes away from a tragedy which was to see one of the pilots killed outright as his plane crashed into the trees of Easneye Wood.
The following is a copy of a description of this event as told by Leslie R. Miller a young resident of the village in 1942. He was kind enough to send the author’s mother a copy of his memories with accompanying photograph some 20 years ago. The text is reproduced here in full and the photograph appears at the end of this article.
"LEAST I FORGET"
An incident in the life of a wartime schoolboy.
Leslie R. Miller
During the years of the 2nd world war, I as a schoolboy growing up in the small Hertfordshire village of Stanstead Abbotts had an immense interest in anything that flew, be it balsa wood and tissue models to the largest or smallest types of aircraft which the Allied or German air forces chose to fly my way, my ears and eyes were agog to seek out the unusual or unexpected sight or sound. Both came my way during the late afternoon of the 29th October 1942 as two North American P51 MK.1 Mustangs roared at roof top height over my home, much to my delight, but little knowing that a tragedy was only seconds away for one of the aircraft. Both were flying on a Northerly heading along the Lea Valley where just a half mile ahead loomed the edge of Easeneye woods rising some 150 feet above the floor of the valley. It was to spell doom to the starboard Mustang which at first clipped the treetops and then was dragged down further into the mass of trees until it disintegrated upon contact with the larger tree trunks.
It was stated at the time that the pilot, was catapulted from the aircraft and impaled on the bough of a tree, although so far I have not been able to verify this, he was however killed when the aircraft impacted.
As soon as possible the next day, I went with a fellow school pal to visit the site of devastation to seek out a souvenir. When the guards were not looking, I managed to pick up the dial of the R.P.M. (Revolutions per Minute Instrument) and a pipe clamp, which I still have to this day.
My research over many years indicate that three Mustangs of No 2 Squadron Army Co-
Their rather late return resulted in the loss of the three aircraft, and one pilot,
this being FLYING OFFICER WILLIAMS in AG 605 coded XV-
The third aircraft flown by Pilot Officer Leap coded XV-
The crash site of AG 605 XV-
It was in 1990 that I first contacted the land owner for permission to investigate the site which he readily granted. The first visit yielded fragments of engine castings, having laid on the ground surface undisturbed for 48 years, they still retained the grey and black paint finish, one of which carried the embossed lettering 73 confirming it to be a Mustang, while just under the surface we found a bullet case marked ("RA" indicating the initials of American manufacturer) 1940 .50 call Z, a green coded 303 bullet and a pipe with connectors etc., A further visit in 1992 yielded more small items from the radio, some sections of battery casing and more small pieces of casting.
It was a weird sensation to be on the site again 50 years after picking up my first souvenir. I had changed and aged, but the area and the pieces of Mustang had changed very little in all those years.
The smashed tree still stands as a kind of cenotaph to Flying Officer Williams, although it too is dead. From its base has sprung a new tree, now some 40 feet tall, as if to signify that life must go on.
The gamekeeper on his rounds did not know that the smashed tree marked a 50 year old scene of devastation, time has healed the scars of war and nature has returned to it a scene of beauty and tranquillity once again.
Birdsongs now fill the air where once the final roar of the Mustangs Allison engine was heard on its flight into oblivion.
Badgers romp around and pheasants bring up their young on the ground which was once the scene of devastation and carnage, while under the surface many interesting items must remain undiscovered, perhaps for ever.
The wildlife make it a restricted area and limited access is available with prior permission of the estate gamekeeper, but it hoped that access will be made available in the near future for further investigation, and maybe more missing pieces will come to 1ight.
At Sawbridgeworth, very little remains to be seen at that wartime airfield, a few
mounds of earth which were once air-
To date I have found very little about the pilot concerned. If any reader can elaborate on this, or perhaps have photographs of No.2 Squadron Mustangs of that period along with any other details of the event I would very much like to hear from them.
So ends the story of a not to be forgotten day in the life of Leslie R Miller.
My thanks and appreciation go out to Mr Buxton the landowner and his gamekeeper Mr Knight for their help in my investigation of this crash site.
Leslie R Miller