26 November. S/Ldr Kalinowski relation:

        “Fred and I had been waiting for our first Hun nearly a whole year, although we had paired up only since July. Between us we had ranged for Huns during long nights in the south of England, in the Midlands, in Wales and Cornwall, over Ireland, the Bay of Biscay and over the gray Atlantic. We had never had any luck, we had never participated in any ‘good shows’, although Fred had 24 operational trips and 116 before we left for the north.
    “A few days later, after the Squadron’s arrival in Scotland, the ‘Winco’, W/Cdr Lewandowski, announced that every five days or so three of the crews would be detached for patrolling the North Atlantic. We got to the aerodrome on 21 November and at once got mixed up in a "panic" - one of the crews had just reported shooting down a four-engine bomber, a certainty. Fred and I were greatly heartened by this. We took off three times, and once even received a "I-have-a-customer-for-you" message, but nothing happened.

        “On 26th November the weather was very dirty and ops. room held out little hope of enemy activity. We took off, however, and after nearly 90 minutes in the air received a new vector and the message that a Hun - for us -was flying eastwards at about 100 miles range. We headed off at increased speed, looking for him, and after ten minutes or so were told the enemy was only 30 miles away; shortly after, to our surprise, - we were told to make ‘a wide orbit to port’ and then a new vector was given: 010. Two minutes passed and there was still no sign of the Hun. Fred banked a trifle to port and looked down. Suddenly, through a gap in the clouds, he saw an enemy bomber about 4,000 feet below us. He shouted to me and turned the Mosquito 180 degrees about, diving straight down.
    “Fred opened fire at 400 and closed into about 100 yards. It was a Ju-88. After two short bursts the Hun’s port engine started to smoke. We then got on his tail, and Fred gave him two bursts at about 50 yards, leaving traces on the dark-green wings. We had been flying at about 300 m.p.h., and it took some little time to reduce speed to the 200 m.p.h. the German was making. We passed, and as we turned, lost sight of the Ju. Both of us searched high and low for the bomber; I leant over the back screen and peered down at the sea. A minute or two later I hit on the Hun’s smoke trail and the bomber itself - nearly at sea level and some three miles north-west. I showed him to Fred and he promptly dived towards the Hun.
    “The bomber looked like a raft on the surface of the sea as we approached it. Fred opened fire again at 400 yards, and then we gave a second burst when we got closer and that one did the trick. The Junkers exploded, an enormous flame flashed out amidships and the bomber sank without a trace before we reach the spot. We were some 200 miles from base, and on the way back discussed our victory between ourselves and over the RT with another crew.”