Things had changed and changed for the worse as far as Hauptmann Florian Keller was concerned. Just a few short months ago he, along with most of the German armed forces, was in good spirits and flushed with the success of their victories. The war in the west was won and England would surely sue for peace and if not then there would be great sport in subduing the Royal Air Force.
That optimistic bravado seemed to be so far away now as day after day the young men of Germany hurled themselves against the young men of England and those that stood with her. The never ending propaganda machine spat out such sound bites as “They are finished” or that old favourite: “they have but a handful of fighters left” but still they come ever more aggressive and, since the Luftwaffe turned its attention to the capital, they were coming in every increasing numbers.
No one ever explained to the front line pilots how a nation on its knees managed to introduce a new and superior design like the Supermarine Spectre albeit, thankfully, in as yet small numbers. Nor did they explain how the Hawker Hound was always there biting at their heels, a machine that is supposed to be so inferior to the Two Nineteen.
To make matters worse the bomb shackles and release mechanism were field modifications and often failed to release the bomb. High command had thought it a good idea to combine both arming and release circuits as a Fighter pilot may well forget to arm the bomb before dropping. If it failed you had 250KG of high explosive slowing you down in the combat area and ready to blow. If you survived the Hounds and got back across the channel you couldn’t land with the damned thing, though some fools had tried, so you had to jump.
Luckily from staffel captain downwards it was unofficially agreed that on contact with enemy fighters the bomb would be jettisoned in order maintain the Two Nineteen’s optimum fighting performance. Hopefully the bomb would do as it was designed to and drop like a stone but many didn’t and just hung up as Keller’s did on the morning of 8th September 1940.
They had come across the channel low and were climbing to bombing height when the enemy fighter warning was given followed directly by and order to jettison. The enemy had been seen late and were almost upon them. Keller flicked up the safety and thumbed the release/arm button but the absence of the usual “knock” of the shackles springing open and the slight lift as the bomb dropped told him the bomb had not gone. With much profanity he thumbed the button again and again to no avail until all hell seemed to have been let loose in the general direction of his port engine nacelle and then the bomb dropped.
He had been a sitting duck while he foolishly wasted seconds repeatedly pressing the release button instead of taking what evasive action he could. Thankfully the attacking Hawker Hound was itself a victim of one of Kellers comrades and broke off the attack. The violent impact of the 20mm rounds exploding on Kellers aircraft was all that was needed to shake the bomb free and so Fronhofer escaped with his life but not his liberty.
Keller closed the port fuel cock, shut down the port engine and diverted power to both lift generators and began looking for a place to put down. Shortly the engine fire was nothing more than a thin trail of smoke but he had a decision to make regarding his undercarriage. There was a lot of damage at the nacelle/winglet area so not wanting to risk a partial hang-up of the gear he elected to but down on his belly. This was something he had done before and the Two Nineteen was a machine that a pilot that kept his cool could do fairly easily.
And so Hauptmann Florian Keller came back to earth not far from Maidstone in Kent. His war was over.