A few weeks after leaving 407 I learned that the "Vigra" had been attacked by one of our own squadron, while returning from one of its "milk" runs to Norway. Fortunately, although severely damaged it was able to limp into port at Sumburgh. Each night the active air-crews were instructed not to attack shipping or submarines in certain latitudes, but that particular night someone erred in their navigation.

We were met at the dock by an officer from the local R.A.F. airdrome, who took us back to his station. He told us we would be staying at Sumburgh that night and be picked up and flown to London the next morning [A]. The one thing we were all dying to have was a good long soak in a hot bath and a long sleep in a comfortable bed. Fortunately that was all arranged, but first we wanted to send a cable home to our families. We were allowed to send one telegram to our next of kin saying only that we had arrived safely back in the U.K. and were in good health. [B]