I'll be heading north again in a few weeks on another research trip. I tend to do a lot of prep before I interview family members and, as part of that process, I've put together a brief biog/profile of Charles Horace Fry, one of the Australians in Stalag Luft III that I hope to discover more about during that trip. Be warned, it really is brief!
Charles Horace Fry was a graduate of 20 Course, 1 Flying Training School, Point Cook. He was ranked 16th with 70.9% and awarded his pilot’s flying badge. He did not have a spotless record, however. His General Conduct Sheet was endorsed with the offence: ‘conduct to the prejudice of good order and Air Force discipline in that he dropped his rifle on parade’. He was confined to barracks for three days.
Photo accompanying application for RAAF cadetship. RAAF Service file, NAA.
On 17 July 1937, he embarked for the United Kingdom on the Orient Royal liner RMS Orama and was granted a short service commission in the RAF the next month.
Point Cook, 20 Course. Courtesy RAAF Museum Point Cook
After completing
his training in the UK, and a brief stint in 32 Squadron, Charlie joined 112
Squadron. The squadron transferred to Egypt in May 1939, flying Gladiators.
From Egypt, to Greece, to Crete, and from Gladiators to Hurricane, and a lot of combat. ‘Crete was being subjected to Stuka attacks and the sky was often thick with Messerschmitts’, Charlie Fry recalled. And, then, on 16 May 1941, ‘a fateful day’, Charlie, or Digger, as he was known almost from the time he set foot in England, was in battle yet again.
From Egypt, to Greece, to Crete, and from Gladiators to Hurricane, and a lot of combat. ‘Crete was being subjected to Stuka attacks and the sky was often thick with Messerschmitts’, Charlie Fry recalled. And, then, on 16 May 1941, ‘a fateful day’, Charlie, or Digger, as he was known almost from the time he set foot in England, was in battle yet again.
‘They appeared
again in the very early morning, followed by JU88s, Dornier 17s, and Ju52s. Crete
was subjected to a great softening-up before the troop-carrying gliders came on
the scene. The sky also turned white with the canopies of German parachutists.
The tide of our war had turned. My Hurricane lay in ruins after I was shot
down, but I survived’.
He had survived,
but was wounded and unable to fly. He made himself useful, though, and set
about building pens to protect the squadron’s aircraft. As Crete fell to the
Germans, and their aerodrome was taken, Charlie attempted to construct another strip
in the hills. When he realised there was no hope, he organised the evacuation
of the remaining squadron members. As one of his squadron friends recalled, ‘He
used to lay up in the hills during the day, and at night he would take them
down to the beaches on the off-chance of a warship being around. I know there
were occasions when he could have made his escape but he preferred, as is the
duty of an officer, to remain with his men to the last—good old Digger.’
Charlie succeeded in
getting off two officers and three airmen before he was captured on 6 June 1941.
He was the last 112 Squadron officer remaining on Crete. And so, lauded his
friend, ‘he remained at his post to the last. A good pilot, a good officer, and
an excellent leader of men’.
He was a flight commander
then but, if Charlie had made it back to Egypt, his friend was convinced he would have
commanded the squadron. (And just think how differently things might have
turned out if Clive Caldwell had not taken command in January 1942?)
If he had ended up
as CO of 112 Squadron, there is no doubt that Charlie would have continued to
lead by example. His service in Greece was later acknowledged by a Greek DFC
and a British DFC for, according to press reports, ‘a terrific air battle
during the Nazi invasion of Greece’ during which ‘he engaged 15 hostile
aircraft single-handed, destroying one and damaging another.’ He had moved a
long way from his Point Cook training days when he had been guilty of conduct to the prejudice of
good order and Air Force discipline’. When announcing the award, the Air
Minister, Mr McEwen, noted that ‘Flight Lieutenant Fry had shot down six enemy
aircraft in serial combat’. A quick consultation of Aces High indicates that wasn’t quite accurate, but it certainly
reflected the spirit of a fine, battle-hardened pilot who survived battle,
bale-out and evasive activity ‘only to be taken prisoner. So I spent the next
four years in Germany as the “guest” of the Third Reich.’
Cropped from Charles Fry's German POW card.
Charlie arrived at
Dulag Luft on 8 August, and sent a note to his parents back in Newcastle, NSW,
that he was well and in good health. That arrived on Christmas Day 1941, along
with a letter from his squadron friend telling them about his heroic activities
on Crete just before he was captured. From Dulag Luft, he was transferred to
Oflag XC Lubeck, Oflag VIB Warburg, and on 11 May 1942, he arrived in Stalag
Luft III. But Sagan was getting crowded and on 7 September he was one of the group
purged to Oflag XXIB Schubin. But he was back again at Stalag Luft III on 2
April 1943.
Schubin. Left to Right Ron Garside, John Ruffel, Popham Wallace-Tarry, obscure, Owen Green, Aiden Crawley, and Digger Fry. Private collection.
Charlie is
mentioned in the East Compound history as helping to make a desk which hid the
secret radio. He did a lot more to keep himself occupied during his time
in Stalag Luft III, but that story will be revealed in due course.
Charles Fry, 1945, after his DFC investiture. Lifted from the internet.