The ghost pilot of the Australian Flying Corps

the ghost pilot of australia

One of the hobbies of the late Lord Halifax was recording tales of the supernatural told him by friends and acquaintances. As he lived to be 94 years of age, and started collecting in his youth, his variety of stories, as an old man, was very wide.

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Viscount Halifax, in writing an introduction to his father’s book, declares: “As long as I can remember, my father’s Ghost Book was one of the most distinctive associations of Hickleton Hall. He kept it always with great care, himself from time to time making additions to it in his own hand-writing, and bringing it out on special occasions, such as Christmas, to read some of the particular favourites before we went to bed. Many is the time after such an evening we children would hurry upstairs, feeling that the distance between the library and our nurseries, dimly lit by oil lamps and full of shadows, was a danger area where we would not willingly go alone, and where it was unsafe to dawdle.”

It is a collection of reported experiences with ghosts, of startling dreams, of vivid premonitions that came true, andother unearthly happenings which had no possible or feasible everyday explanation.

Here is one of them, I will pay you all tomorrow.

I must tell you first how I came to hear the story told.

Probably you all know that in 1919 we had a war with Afghanistan. That war was brought to an immediate and sudden end by the fact that we had a very big aeroplane called ‘The Old Carthusian’ out in India at the time, which was ordered to go and bomb Kabul.

Between our outposts and Kabul there is a mountain some 6,000 feet high (more than 2,000 feet higher than Ben Nevis), and the men in the aeroplane had the greatest difficulty in returning. They only cleared the top of the mountain by ten feet and crashed on the other side, doing themselves a certain amount of damage. The pilot was a little man about 4 feet 5 inches in height, named Hallé, a well known flying man, and with him was a famous aviator named Villiers, who had served in France but had retired from the Air Force and was in business in Calcutta. When the war with Afghanistan broke he had re-joined.

Not long afterwards I was coming home to England and met Villiers on board the P & O. I did not then know that he was a flying man, but about 12 o’clock one day I was talking to him and two senior colonels of the Indian army, acting as Brigadiers in Mesopotamia, We were in the Red Sea at the time. The conversation turned on Gallipoli and Mesopotamia, and especially upon the behaviour of the Australian troops in both these theatres.

Villiers then said he would tell a curious story of the Australian Flying Corps. At that moment, the weather being hot, I suggested a whisky and soda, but he refused, saying, “If I take it you will certainly not believe the story I am going to tell you”.

He had, he said, been quartered in France at a flying camp next door to an Australian squadron. As everybody knows, most of the pilots in France were young men of from 19 to 24 years of age, and were sometimes even younger than that. The Australian airmen were especially daring, but when they were off duty the pilots and observers led the wildest of lives and spent their time in gambling, drinking, and other forms of dissipation, on the principle of “Let us eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.”

One night a game of poker was going on among four young pilots belonging to the same flight, who were all due to go out the next morning. Since they were all heavily in debt, the game was carried on largely upon credit. The heaviest loser was the youngest pilot, who at the end of the evening gave I.O.U’s for his debts, saying, “I cannot possible pay you tonight, but I will pay you all tomorrow.”

Next morning the weather was fair for flying, and the youngest pilot was due to go up first. His machine had hardly got to a height of 300 feet when it suddenly spun into a dive, in a way that was impossible unless it had been forced into it by the pilot; at least, it was not how a plane out of control would normally fall. There was a crash and the pilot was killed on the spot. He was the young man who had said he would pay all the others on the next day.

The next to go up was another of the four poker players. He was flying a double machine with a seat for an observer and dual control, but the observer’s seat was empty. When he reached a height of nearly 500 feet, his machine suddenly stalled and crashed to the ground. The pilot was not killed on the spot, although he died a little later. When he was asked how the crash had happened, he replied that the boy who had already been killed was sitting behind him in the observer’s seat and had jammed the controls and pulled him down.

The third member of the poker party of the night before went up next. He was alone and reached the same height as had the other, when the same accident happened to him. As he was killed on the spot it was never known how he had come by his end.

By this time the pilots of the squadron, in the current expression, were “getting the wind up.” Two men had already been killed outright and one had been mortally injured. The fourth poker player now went to his flight commander and asked to be excused from taking a machine up that morning. His request was refused on the grounds that someone had to go up, and each must take his turn. So he went out, and when he had risen to about 500 feet, for some reason his machine stalled and crashed like the others. He was alive when he was picked up and lived just long enough to tell those about him that the young pilot had been sitting behind him and had wrenched the controls away.

8 thoughts on “The ghost pilot of the Australian Flying Corps

    • Thank you! I’ve completed in depth research on this event and I have to say that I don’t think that they have been officially documented,which always leads me to worry about the credibility of a tale. However, I’m always up for someone else to fill in the gaps… 🙂 Regards, Paul

  1. Interesting story – and one I’ve never heard before. Given the legends of the Angel of Mons and several other stories from WW1, like you I’d prefer to see some proof of the crashes – but its still a good story.

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