S/L M S Pujji DFC

Kyt · 18-05-2008, 02:49 AM

Some of you may know that for quite some time I have been interested in Squadron Leader Mahender Singh Pujji DFC. Well I've just been sent the following link to a new article with lots of new information and fantastic pictures from S/L Pujji's personal album:

"Then whose battle was it?" - Sqn Ldr M S Pujji DFC

Cheers Jagan for sending me the link via rafcommands.

David Layne · 18-05-2008, 01:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Kyt

Some of you may know that for quite some time I have been interested in Squadron Leader Mahender Singh Pujji DFC. Well I've just been sent the following link to a new article with lots of new information and fantastic pictures from S/L Pujji's personal album:

"Then whose battle was it?" - Sqn Ldr M S Pujji DFC

Cheers Jagan for sending me the link via rafcommands.

That explains Amrit!

Kyt · 18-05-2008, 01:30 PM

Well done David.

Antipodean Andy · 04-06-2008, 02:59 AM

I've always enjoyed reading about the S/L but this article is particularly well written. I can't think of a better written one off hand, actually. Would be a wonderful basis for a book. It's cool how you see correlations with other people you've read about. From memory, I think Bush Cotton served with 43 before heading to Burma after also being offered to fly in Russia. Pujji's course to Burma was a bit more convoluted, mind you! Kittyhawks in the desert? My type of bloke!

Kyt, have you got around to arranging a meeting with the S/L or do I need to send Kitty to slap you around a bit to make you do it?

Pathfinder · 04-06-2008, 03:16 AM

This is a brilliant article and I've got a question; did Pujji shoot down any enemy aircraft?

Antipodean Andy · 04-06-2008, 03:38 AM

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"On one occasion I suddenly found that my dashboard was gone - I didn't notice because of the noise of the engine. A bullet had passed through my jacket and the whole of the dashboard was shattered. Then black smoke and oil started coming from the front of the engine at about 18,000 feet. I started to glide over the English Channel. At 7,000 feet I was advised by radio to bale out of the plane over the Channel where I would be picked up by a boat in the area. But as I could not swim and did not like the idea of jumping out of the plane I told base that I would try to make a forced landing. I was encouraged when I saw the white cliffs of Dover, and everything was going fine until I opened up my landing gear and the plane burst into flames. I managed to crash-land the plane and was dragged from the burning wreckage. I spent the next seven or eight days in hospital.

The day I shot down my first aeroplane, I went into my room and lay down - I didn't want to talk to anyone. What I had gone through - that could have been my death, you see."

A modest man, he just mentions the first one in passing in this article.