Leslie McConnell -
a small tribute by John Magee
The two men in the picture above,
taken in Belfast during the war, had very different destinies. On the
left is my father Jim Magee, who lived a long and full life, and his
memory is treasured by his family and all who knew him. He died at home
aged 84. On the right is Leslie McConnell, who gave his life at 23.
Leslie was a close pal of my
father, and you can be sure that any friend of my Dad was a good man.
They went for a drink together in Belfast when Leslie was home on leave,
and he said he just had to fly one or two more missions before he would be
rested from duty. Soon afterwards he was reported missing, assumed killed
over Germany. His family must have felt a terrible loss, and my Dad and
his other friends never forgot him. They never knew what really happened,
but now on the 60th anniversary, with the help of this impressive website,
at least a little of his story can be told.
It’s hard to pay proper tribute
to someone you never met, and no doubt there are some inaccuracies in what
I’ve written, but I’ll try to do some justice to a man who made the
greatest sacrifice.
Leslie, like my father, was the
son of a tailor. He joined the Harry Ferguson Motor Company in Belfast as
an apprentice mechanic before the war. The garage was at the rear of
Donegall Square, in Upper Arthur Street. He was a talented artist, who
could quickly draw pictures of people in pubs and so on. Ferguson was the
main dealer for Austin cars, and when Leslie drew a sketch of an Austin
Seven, the Managing Director saw it and put him in charge of publicity at
the age of 18 or 19. He also worked as a salesman in the showrooms.
When the war started,
the garage was turned over to the task of making parts for aircraft
(including Stirling bombers), tanks and guns. Although
there was no conscription in Northern Ireland, after a few months
Leslie decided to volunteer for the RAF. He trained as
a fighter pilot in Canada, but was grounded for “low flying”
– his brother James tells me that he was “always a daredevil
sort of character”! He eventually joined bomber crews
as a navigator, wireless operator and air gunner.
The Commonwealth War Graves
Commission website enables you to find details for any casualty of the
war. In Leslie’s case, it shows that he now shares a grave with his
fellow crew members in the Berlin War Cemetery. This invaluable Squadron
website made it possible to trace more details of what happened.
Sergeant Leslie McConnell joined
467 Squadron and later 463 Squadron, based at Waddington near Lincoln. In
late 1943 and early 1944 they flew over 20 missions to various German
cities, helping to destroy German factories. Ironically, back home in
Northern Ireland, his old colleagues at Ferguson (including my father)
were now working outside the city at Moira to avoid the German bombing.
Amazingly, I found a specific
commendation for Leslie in the Squadron log for the raid of 16th/17th
December 1943 – “We were hit and the bombardier was wounded in the leg and
was bleeding rather badly. He was cared for by the Wireless Operator /
Air Gunner who deserves credit for his work and patience.”
On Sunday 30th January 1944, at
the age of 23 Leslie was the wireless operator on Lancaster ED 949. The
rest of the crew were also in their early 20s - the pilot and rear gunner
were Australian, the others British. They took off at 5:17 pm to join 534
bombers attacking Berlin, and amongst other things the German Propaganda
Ministry was hit. Sadly, Lancaster ED 949 was one of 33 not to return
that night.
Some mysteries remain, which I
would dearly like to solve ...
The 463 Squadron Operational
Record Book for 30th January 1944 contains only the stark words
"Aircraft missing. No messages or signals received." I hope this tribute
page serves to record something more of Leslie McConnell’s short but
priceless life.
John Magee, Warwick, England.
Telephone: 01926 400993
Contact John Magee
Just
to complete the story, like many Ferguson workers my father moved over to
England after the war when the Ferguson tractor factory was set up
in Coventry. He married Rosemarie in 1954, had two sons (John and
Richard), and lived at Cubbington near Leamington Spa until he died on
28th October 2000. I think he would be pleased that his old friend's
story has finally been told.