Wow. Does your Dad talk at all about the war?
Just curious: did he see the V-1's in the air?
My dad refused to talk much of it. He told me what a lovely aeroplane the Spitfire was to fly; he talked of North Africa, the food and the people; he talked of France. But never what he was doing there.
He died in 2005. We knew he was dying in those last couple of weeks, and I asked him to tell me his experiences so I could record his history.
He thought for a few minutes, then softly said "There are some stories best left untold". His secrets died with him.
He and my uncle, who flew B-24s, went on a trip in the early sixties to revisit their war. After my dad died, my uncle told me that he had always been deeply troubled by the things he had wrought during the war. Such is the truth for most military men.
He didn't say if he personally met V-1s in the air, though he did tell me they were slow enough to intercept. He told me that they were very dangerous if you shot them down (ie a really big explosion right in front of you!), but that they could be taken down by tipping them over with your own wing.
He first spoke of V-1s while looking at a model of one that I was building. I first heard of the Spitfires that way, he looked at my model and said "It was such a lovely aeroplane. I flew them in the war, you know". Well, no, I didn't! He actually went to England with that specific goal in mind.
He did see V-1s from the ground in London, said they sounded like motorcycles sputtering over (think of WWII era bikes, not modern ones).
He said that the joke at the time was "What do you do when you hear a V-1?" "Nothing. Its when you don't hear it you worry!"
For those not familiar with the V-1, it 'sputtered' along on its pulse jet engine until it reached a programmed point, then the engine cut and the bomb came down. So long as you could hear the engine, it would be past you before it could hit, so you were safe. From that one, anyway.
My dad also heard a couple of V-2s hit. He said there would be an explosion with no warning, instantly followed by a horrible shriek. Since the rockets were supersonic coming down, they got there right before their own sound.
I like the gorilla picture. Apparently I'm not the only one who thought that.
Cheers