Bill Millington—back
in Hurricane V6692—and 249 Squadron carried out only one patrol on 12 October
1940. They encountered a Messerschmitt 109 formation and Sergeant Beard claimed
on damaged. Bill did not add to his score. But perhaps that did not matter for
Bill. After all, he was flying.
Bill had long
wanted to take to the air—it was a childhood dream and he regularly insisted to
his parents that he would take up flying as a career. He particularly wanted to
join the air force.
After completing
primary school he enrolled at Adelaide Technical High School because he thought
the technical focus would provide skills he’d need when he learned to fly. With
his eye firmly on a career in aviation, he took a job with Gilbert Engineering
as he believed this sort of work would stand him in good stead when he
eventually applied for one of the flying services. As he was earning a wage,
Bill asked his father if he could learn to fly but William Millington would not
give his underage son permission.
When he wasn’t
dreaming of flying, Bill channelled his energies into the scouting movement,
joining up at a young age. He graduated from cub to scout and then rover, and
won many achievement badges. He was connected
with the Forestville and Torrensville rover crews and joined the Boy Scouts’ Association’s soccer league. His best
friends were his fellow scouts and rovers. Together, they enjoyed camping,
bushwalking, rabbit shooting and messing about on boats.
(Bill Millington (second from left) and his Rover friends at Kuitpo, South Australia, in the Easter 1938 hike and camp. Sadly, Bill did not identify his friends but if anyone can identify them I would be grateful.)
Bill’s personal
creed was based on the strong moral principles enshrined in scout law and he
strove to be trustworthy; loyal to King, Empire and Country; helpful, friendly,
cheerful, considerate, thrifty, courageous and respectful. Almost everything he
did exemplified scout law in some way, in particular his community spirit. In
January 1939, when bushfires raged around Adelaide, he braved record-breaking
temperatures and joined his rover crew to fight the fires. They were among the
worst in South Australia’s history, sweeping through hundreds of square miles
of countryside, causing tens of thousands of pounds worth of damage. Within a
week, the danger passed and the fundraising began. Bill attended a rover crew
dance, where nine pounds were raised; went to a bushfire relief concert; and
headed to a charity midget car meeting.
When not with
his rover crew, he watched aviation films, including Test Pilot which was ‘rather disappointing’ and Dawn Patrol, which he considered a ‘very good
show’. He would take his camera out to the aerodromes at Parafield and Ceduna
and his photo album sported snaps such as VH-USY ‘Bungara’, Australian National
Airway’s Douglas DC-2 that carried the Royal Mail, and a pair of RAAF Hawker
Demons.
In his early
training days, Bill continued to take photos of RAF aircraft but there was
little time during the Battle of Britain to take photos of aeroplanes; his
photo albums contain no shots of Hurricanes from 79 and 249 Squadron. And
indeed, why would Bill need a drool over a snap of V6692, for instance, when he
could fly her almost every day as he helped defend the land of his birth.
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