Rybin, Y. Luftwaffe ace Walter Schuck researched / Christer Bergstrom, Yuriy Rybin. - Sweden : [s. l.], 2019. - 190 p. : ill.

WALTER SCHUCK JG 3 's Erganzungsstaffel was commanded by Hauptmann Albrecht Ochs. Heere he is seen together with pilots o f 9./JG 3 at the Channel coast in June 1940. From the left: Hauptmann Ohly, Unteroffizier Georg Schentke, Unteroffizier Hans Stechmann, Hauptmann Dr Albrecht Ochs, Unteroffizier Eberhard von Boremski, unidentified, Gefreiter Otto Wessling, and Unteroffizier Helmut Struwe. “Hey man, what’s the matter?” asked the Obergef reiter. Schuck told him the story of how he had made the illicit low-level flight, and that the Oberleutnant had reported him to the military court. Then the Obergefre- iter smiled broadly. “Aha,” he excerted. “So the Herr Oberleutnant reported you? Now what about this: I suppose you know about the ‘ghost plane,’ the Heinkel Blitz which caused such a big affair a couple of weeks ago?” Schuck nodded. Of course he knew it. That had been the talk of the day since then. A wire had been sent out to all airfields in the region, telling about a mystical Hein­ kel Blitz. This plane had made a fake attack against a trimotor Junkers Ju 52. Since the Ju 52 had been out on blind flight training and thus had the windscreen covered with black cardboard, the Junkers pilot failed to see the Heinkel Blitz. This almost resulted in a collision. One antenna was torn off by the Heinkel Blitz. The trainer in the Ju 52 tore away the cardboard, but was only able to see the contour of the departing Heinkel Blitz. The wire which was sent out demanded that all airfield command­ ers undertake an inquiry to identify the aircraft and its pilot, but in vain. “The Oberleutnant was the pilot of that Heinkel Blitz! I know it because I was the flight engineer on that flight. That son of a bitch carried out several fake attacks against a Ju 52, and tore off an antenna from the Jun­ kers. Then he flew back to the airfield and had the Blitz re-painted. I thought I’d drop it, but now that I see that he wants to court-martial you for a crime which he himself has committed, only ten times worse, I see no reason to keep my mouth shut! Take this piece of information and use it as you see fit!” Considerably lightened, Schuck returned to his quarters. At about one in the afternoon, his flight trainer dropped by to see how he felt. He met a Gefreiter Schuck who lay on his bed, whistling a merry song. Brewes frowned and asked: “Tell me, what happened?” “I will be court-martialled,” Schuck replied with an unconcerned look on his face. Bewildered at Schuck’s light-hearted reaction, Brewes shook his head and withdrew. A while later he returned. He sat down on a chair and asked: “What’s up? You will be court-martialled and still you look so happy. Tell me what’s going on!” With a triumphant smile, Schuck told Brewes what he knew about the Heinkel Blitz. “Okay, so I will be court-martialled,” he said. “But then the Oberleutnant shall know that I will tell the mil­ itary court everything I know about him!” Of course there was a reaction. Brewes went to the Oberleutnant, and the Oberleutnant went to the C.O. At six in the evening, Schuck was called to report to the C.O. in full “war painting”, i.e. wearing his steel helmet, T