The beam of light shines on the water so calm.
The German people are all in bed sleeping, thinking of when they will be at peace. Will Hitler deliver? Will Germany take Great Britain?
The faint sound of a aircraft engine echoes through the mountains of the Mohne reservoir, east of Dortmand.
The BMW 850 GS rolls into the dark forest, fully loaded with my kit for the four day journey in Germany.
We came to the dam to see for ourselves the vast scale, and to appreciate the task it was for the huge aircraft flown by young men in their teens to drop the Bouncing Bomb on the dam.
We settled next to the dam, lit a fire and made a mug of tea. Tired and exhausted, I could not help thinking what it must’ve been like flying a plane at night, taking off not knowing if your plane would make it there, complete the mission and get back safely.
I walked out and stood on the road that ran alongside the dam. Lighting up a cigarette, I leant over the wall looking into the dark water. The reflections told the story of how a man in England would invent a Bouncing Bomb that would burst the dam.
1600 German civilians, 600 German and 1000 Russian labourers died in the attack, but the factory was up and running again after flooding by September the same year.
Looking up, I could imagine the massive Lancaster Bomber flying low between the hills, with limited movement. When you stand in a place you know was a part of history, it brings it all back.
We started out the next day and made our way to the resting place of the seven crew of one of the planes of 617 Sqn that was hit by anti-aircraft fire and crashed killing all the crew.
They are together in peace in Bergen General Cemetery.