Flight Lieutenant Tom Fletcher.
Born: September 7th 1914. Leigh, Lancashire. Died: March 19th 2010. Age 95.
RAF’s most decorated air-sea rescue pilot – once recommended for a Victoria Cross. On October 2 1942 a Spitfire pilot was forced to bail out over the English Channel, landing in the sea four miles off the French coast on the edge of a minefield. When his leader transmitted an emergency call, the naval authorities at Dover decided it was impossible to get a launch through the minefield, and too dangerous for rescue by a Walrus amphibious aircraft. Despite this, Fletcher immediately volunteered to go, taking off in his Walrus with a Spitfire squadron providing an escort.
Tom standing on the wheel
He arrived on the scene just as another Spitfire squadron was engaging enemy fighters trying to interfere with the rescue. He located the dinghy, landed 150 yards away, and taxied towards the survivor, who failed to grasp the boathook on the first pass as he fell out of his dinghy.
In the strong wind and choppy sea, Fletcher tried again, and the pilot was hauled on board. He then taxied clear of the minefield and took off, just clearing a floating mine. Throughout the operation, his Walrus had come under heavy fire from shore batteries.
The Air Officer Commanding of No 11 (Fighter) Group strongly recommended Fletcher for a Victoria Cross, writing: “Sergeant Fletcher was fully aware of the risks involved when he volunteered for the task. He carried out the rescue with conspicuous gallantry… he ignored all dangers, and through coolness, considered judgment and skill succeeded in picking up the pilot.”
In the event, Fletcher was awarded an immediate DFM, the next highest gallantry award available for a SNCO at that time.
Thomas Fletcher was born on September 7 1914 at Leigh in Lancashire and educated at Leigh Grammar School. Although his job as a commercial traveler for a medical equipment business was, at the beginning of the war, classified as a reserved occupation, he volunteered to be a pilot in the RAF, joining up in June 1940.
On completing his training, he joined No 43 Squadron to fly Spitfires as a sergeant pilot. An effervescent, outspoken, and sometimes rebellious character, Fletcher did not see eye-to-eye with his CO, who had him transferred to another Spitfire squadron flying coastal patrols. This fitted him well for air-sea rescue duties, and he joined a flight at Hawkinge, which soon became No 277 Squadron.
Flying a Lysander spotting aircraft during the summer of 1942, Fletcher found a number of aircrew in the sea and directed RAF high-speed launches to rescue them. By the time of his exploit in the minefield in October, he had already helped to save nine airmen.
On December 14, 1942, six men were spotted adrift on a raft 10 miles east of Dover, and Fletcher touched down in the rough seas even though he knew that it would be impossible to take off again.
In failing light he made three passes, picking up the men one by one – although several of them were swept from the raft. Even as his Walrus started to take in water he succeeded in recovering one of the survivors. By now it was completely dark, and Fletcher reluctantly abandoned the search and started to taxi towards Dover. The aircraft continued to ship water, and it took him almost two hours to make the harbour – where the harbour master reprimanded him for not getting permission to bring the sinking aircraft into port. The survivors for whom Fletcher had gone to such lengths were German sailors.
Fletcher was awarded an immediate Bar to his DFM, one of only 60 awarded in the Second World War.
Read here one of his many rescues.
In the summer of 1943, Fletcher picked up seven more ditched aircrew, including a USAAF fighter pilot and a Belgian Spitfire pilot. Then, on October 3, he went in search of a Typhoon pilot reported in the sea too near the French coast for a launch to attempt a rescue. Fletcher found three dinghies, landed and picked up the occupants – survivors from an RAF bomber. Having taken them back to base, he immediately took off again, finally locating and rescuing the Typhoon pilot.
The sea was too rough for take-off, and he began the long taxi back to England. A Royal Navy launch was sent to assist, but then the Walrus lost a float. The attempt to tow the aircraft failed, and it started to sink. Fletcher, his crew, and their survivor had to abandon the Walrus and transfer to the launch. He was awarded an immediate DFC.
In spring the next year Fletcher took off to rescue a Canadian fighter pilot. The dinghy was so close to the French coast that he had to fly over enemy-held territory to approach it, so that he would be in a position for immediate take-off. Throughout the rescue, he was under heavy anti-aircraft fire and his crewman was wounded. The pilot was snatched from the sea as Fletcher taxied past and brought back to England.
Fletcher later rescued an American bomber crew from the Somme Estuary and, on April 30, a Spitfire pilot – his final rescue. He had by now saved more people than any other pilot.
Remaining in the RAF after the war, in July 1945 Fletcher was attached to the High-Speed Flight as the search-and-rescue pilot when Group Captain EM Donaldson broke the world speed record off the Sussex coast flying a Meteor jet. He later served as an instructor at the Search and Rescue Training Unit. In 1948 he was badly burned when his Mosquito crashed during a training sortie at the Central Flying School.
277 Squadron pilots – Tom 23nd from left.
Fletcher trained as a fighter controller but returned to flying in 1956 before continuing his career at ground control centres in Fighter Command. He retired from the RAF in 1964.
He spent three years with the company RFD, redesigning life-saving equipment and working on the design of rafts carried in larger aircraft, including Concorde. In 1968 he joined MAFF, where for 10 years he was a higher executive officer responsible for EEC subsidy payments to farmers.
Tom Fletcher helped to establish the Shoreham Air Sea Rescue Museum and assisted for many years at the annual air shows at Shoreham and Farnborough. He had a keen interest in motor racing, traveling around the country in a caravan to attend meetings.
He married, in 1941, Mabel Berry. She died in 2003, and he is survived by their son.