Lano George Hawker ( Eng. Lanoe Hawker ; December 30, 1890 - November 23, 1915 (according to other sources, 1916 [1] ) - British pilot-ace of the First World War, who shot down 7 aircraft.
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Date of Birth | December 30, 1890 | |
Place of Birth | Homecroft village, Hampshire | |
Date of death | November 23, 1915 (24 years) | |
Place of death | Bapom , France | |
Affiliation | Great Britain | |
Type of army | Royal Air Force UK . | |
Rank | Major | |
Battles / Wars | ||
Awards and prizes |
Content
Biography
Lano George Hawker was born on December 30, 1890 in Homecroft, Hampshire.
In July 1905, he entered Dartmouth Maritime College, but was soon forced to leave his studies due to poor health.
After graduating from college, Lano, February 1910, entered the Royal Military Academy, because he wanted to be a military
Summer career
Doom
On November 23, 1915 (1916) at noon, Captain John Andrews conducted a patrol. As followers, he took Lieutenant Robert Sondby and Major Lano Hawker.
In the Bapom area, they attacked and drove away two enemy aircraft. However, when the British began the pursuit, two German fighters appeared above them.
Andrews gave the signal to go back. But Hawker ignored it and attacked two planes that had already fled. But the attack went two aircraft from above. One of them went to Hawker's tail. Immediately Andrews went to the rescue, although the second German already began to pursue him.
In turn, Sondby began to rescue Andrews, who already had a damaged engine. Lieutenant Sondby soon decided that he had already shot down his pursued aircraft.
In his report, which was written upon returning to the base, he wrote that he had seen Hawker for the last time in a battle with a red triplane.
Richthofen, in his memoirs, mentions how Hooker shot down:
MAJOR HOCKER I was extremely proud when one day I was informed that the pilot I shot down on November 23, 1916, was, as they say, the English Immelman. By the nature of the battle, it was clear to me that I was shooting down a first-class pilot. One day, in a careless mood, I went hunting, when I suddenly noticed three Englishmen, who, apparently, also went out to hunt. They are interested in me. Since I wanted to fight, I did not disappoint them. I flew at a lower altitude, waiting for one of my English "friends" to try to fall on top of me. Very soon he planned, wanting to knock me back. After five shots, he had to stop shooting, as I turned sharply and deviated from the course. The Englishman tried to overtake me from the rear, while I tried to go to his tail. Thus, we circled like madmen, one after another at an altitude of about 3,000 meters. First we did twenty laps to the left, then thirty laps to the right. Everyone tried to go back and above. I quickly realized that I was not dealing with a novice. He had no intention of ending the fight. He flew in a "box", which is perfectly maneuvered. However, my “packing” was better when climbing. Finally, I managed to top off the tail of my English "waltz partner". When we descended to a height of 2,000 meters, having achieved nothing, my opponent should have understood that it was time for him to get out of the way. The wind was blowing in a favorable direction for me, getting us closer and closer to the German positions. Finally, we were over Bapom, about half a mile from the line of the German troops. The guy was full of courage, and when we dropped to a height of about 3 thousand meters, he waved his hand gaily to me, as if asking, “Well, how are you?” The circles that we described, chasing each other, were so small that they were probably no more than 100 meters in diameter. I had time to carefully consider my opponent. I saw every turn of his head. If it was not a helmet, then would be visible and facial expressions. My Englishman was a good hunter, but gradually the situation became more and more dangerous for him. He had to decide what to do: to land on German soil or return to the location of the British troops. Of course, he tried to do the last, making vain efforts to escape from me, making loops and similar tricks. At this time, his first bullets flew close to me, so far none of us could shoot. Having dropped to 100 meters, he made an attempt to get away from me and flew in a zigzag manner to make it harder to fire from the ground. It was the most opportune moment for me. I pursued him at a height of 50 - 80 meters, shooting all the time. The Englishman simply could not help but fall, but my machine gun suddenly jammed, and it almost deprived me of victory. I hit the enemy with a headshot 50 meters from the line of our troops. His machine gun was dug out of the ground, and now it decorates the entrance to my housing. |
Victory
╧ | date | time | enemy plane | battle / fall site | Hawker aircraft |
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one | April 26, 1915 | 4:00 pm | Aviatik DI | Zonnebeke | BE2c |
2 | June 20 (Perhaps June 21) 1915 | 7:45 pm | Double DFW (LVG possible) | southeast of Poelkapelle | Bristol F.2 Fighter |
3 | July 25, 1915 | 18:20 | Albatros | Houghthulst Forest | |
four | 19:00 | Hoge | |||
five | August 2, 1915 | Eight o'clock | two-seater Albatros | Vulvergham | FE2a |
6 | August 11, 1915 | 6:45 | Aviatik DI | Howzem | |
7 | 7:15 am | Monoplane Scout | between Lille and Rube | ||
eight | September 7, 1915 | morning | 1 seater biplane | Bixshute | Bristol F.2 Fighter |
Awards
- Victoria Cross
- Order of Distinguished Service
Literature
Richthofen M. von . Red fighter. Memories of the German ace of the First World War / Translated from German by I.I. Sisnev. - M .: ZAO Tsentrpoligraf, 2004. - 158 p. Circulation 7000 copies. ISBN 5952407773 . // Richthofen M. von. Der Rote Kampfflieger.
See also
Arthur Roy Brown