In both Hornet Flight and Hitler’sSavage Canary, reviews of which have been my last two posts, there are
flights from Denmark during WW II. This post will discuss the similarities and
differences between the real life and fictional flights. For anyone likely to read Hornet
Flight it is best not to read the rest of this post as it is bound to
contain spoilers.
In Hitler’s Savage Canary, the non-fiction story, Thomas C. Sneum was
a Royal Danish Fleet Arm fighter pilot who wanted to escape to England from
occupied Denmark so that he could join the war against the Nazis.
Originally he wanted to fly to
England so he could deliver information on a German radar base that was
detecting English aircraft. Rather than wait to personally take the information
Sneum found another means to send it to England.
In Hornet Flight, Follett’s work of fiction, young Harald Olufsen has
film of the German installation that must urgently reach London. The only way
he can get the information in time is by flying to England.
Looking through government records
Sneum found there were 25 privately owned planes still in Denmark. Sneum
approached Poul Andersen, a dairy farmer near Odense, about buying his Hornet
Moth plane. Andersen, upon learning Sneum’s plans, agreed he could take the
plane.
Olufsen finds his plane through
his connections with the Duchwitzes, a wealthy Jewish banking family, who have
their own Hornet Moth.
With his plane quite severely
damaged Sneum, with the aid of a friend and a mechanic from Copenhagen and a
shop in Odense, secretly repaired the plane over three weeks. The repairs were
made next to an encampment of German soldiers.
Olufsen repairs the fictional
plane, less damaged than the actual plane, with the aid of the lovely Karen
Duchwitz.
Shortly after midnight on June 21,
1941 Sneum and Keld Petersen, a fellow Naval pilot who was accompanying Sneum, took
the plane out of its hangar and rolled it by the sleeping Germans to get to a
field from which they could take off.
In the major departure from real
life it is Karen who will pilot the plane and Olufsen be the passenger. To add
to the drama she has a sprained foot and he will have to help fly the plane though
he has no pilot’s training.
Sneum sought to time the starting
of the airplane engine and take off with an approaching train. As they lifted
off they were too low to clear a power line so Sneum flew underneath the line.
Some German soldiers saw them but,
probably thinking the Danish crosses painted on the plane, were Luftwaffe
crosses they did not open fire.
Olufsen and Duchwitz take off in a
far more exciting way with German soldiers and Danish police physically trying
to stop them and guns being fired.
With but a page torn from an atlas,
a compass and the North Star to guide them once they left Danish air space
Sneum and Petersen headed for England.
Duchwitz and Olufsen rely solely
on a compass reading they have worked out to take them to England.
Detected by radar a German fighter
plane was sent up after Sneum and Petersen but it could not find them.
A German night fighter encounters
the fictional plane but is unable to shoot down the little plane darting in and
out of the clouds.
When the carburettors iced up and
the engine was failing Sneum and Petersen dived to within a few hundred feet of
the ocean before the engine started up again.
Olufsen and Duchwitz have the same
terrifying experience. Follett does not need to do more than describe the
incident to achieve dramatic effect. Had I not read of the icing up and
unfreezing taking place in real life I would have thought the scene exaggerated.
Sneum re-fueled the plane by stepping
out onto the lower wing of the biplane and running a siphon into the fuel tank.
Using the extra fuel they had stored Petersen managed to get fuel into the
tank.
Olufsen equally leaves the cockpit
to add fuel. Follett adds a couple of twists to heighten the tension.
Six hours after take off both
intrepid duos arrived in England.
I was surprised by how closely
Follett followed the true life story in Flight
of the Hornet. It is probably a sign of his skill as a writer in that he
recognized there was enough drama in the flight that he need not embellish it a
great deal.
From one anecdote, I learned that on Frankl's birthday, a fellow inmate had given him a pencil stub and matchbook so he could write. What an incredible kindness amidst that horror.