Huma 1/72 Messerschmitt P.1106

A horrible klaxon sound awakes Unteroffizier (sergeant) Peter Maxx from a sound sleep. "Damn, just when the dream was getting good". A wave of chilled air greets him as he tosses off the thick blankets and scurries to get into his flying clothes. Finally dressed, he and the other enlisted pilots scramble out the door of their communal living quarters and are welcomed by a vista of snow, mountains, and even more frigid air. The truck waiting to take them to their aircraft slides to a stop in front of a row of unpainted wooden barracks. Trudging through the snow, they hop into the unheated back of the Opel truck and with a grinding of gears and spinning of rear tires, the truck makes its way to the revetments where their aircraft await them.

As the truck careens and slithers on the snowy road down to the shores of the fjord where the runway and revetments are located, Peter reminds himself that he should never again volunteer for anything. Lured by the promises of glory and the excitement of being assigned to a very secret installation, he and several of his comrades eagerly signed up for what was supposed to be a glorious tour. They were told that their skills were needed to provide defense for a secret base at a location that they could not be told about until they arrived. As they boarded a white painted Ju-290 transport aircraft, the first thing they saw was a pile of cold weather gear. Spirits faltered at what that might foretell. Taking off from their base in southern France, the aircraft flew north, making stops in Ireland and Iceland. It then headed southwest along the coast of Greenland before rounding the southern tip and flying northwest until it reached one of a number of similar looking fjords. Turning up a rather large one, it came to the end, and there, nestled at the base of it was their new home at Iterlak. He was soon to become part of Sonderkommando Greenland!

Basically, it was a runway and revetments at the foot of the fjord, with the rest of the base winding its way up the side. All of the buildings, the runway and aircraft were camouflaged to try to blend in with the surroundings. Take off was down the fjord, which wasn't too bad. It was landings that were critical as there was no going around. If you touched down and had problems, you only had a single barricade to hit before the fjord walls stopped you. Because of the 'one way' design of the runway, both take-offs and landings could not be done simultaneously. If you had aircraft problems, you could be in very serious trouble. No wonder they wanted volunteers. No wonder we were told it was hazardous. No wonder I wanted to be back in France!

Reaching the revetments, which had been partially carved out of the fjord walls, they found that their faithful mechanics had already started the engines of their 'tadpoles'. The Messerschmitt 1106s were quite similar to the 1101s that they had been flying back in France. The only difference was that these had the cockpit moved much farther aft and it had a V tail. It took a bit of getting used to at first, having all that aircraft out in front of you, but once used to it, it wasn't bad at all. These aircraft were designed as interceptors anyway and were not really stressed for dogfighting. As he clambered into the cockpit, he thanked the designers for installing a good heating system in them. He also wondered who came up with this camouflage design. It reminds him of cows!

Taxiing his Greenland camouflaged # 2 aircraft  onto the taxiway, he got on the radio to find out what the situation was. Apparently, the radar network had picked up a force of aircraft heading toward the large German base at Reykjavik in Iceland. These aircraft were flying at about 10,000 meters on an easterly bearing. According to the radar, they were not large enough to be bombers and were moving swiftly.

Climbing up to 11,000 meters, the group received additional bearing information and were told to conserve fuel as best as they could. Cruising at nearly 600kph, they scanned below them for any sight of an enemy force. Nothing. The controllers must be tracking a flock of birds! 

Suddenly, off to the left there is a glint that looks more metallic than a reflection from the ocean below. Peering intently, Peter sees more glints. Those must be the enemy! Radioing his sightings to the leader, they fly an intercept course, still staying above the suspect craft.

As they fly nearer, they see that there is a group of about 20 natural metal, straight winged aircraft. Straining to identify them, Peter realized that these are American P-83s, a long range fighter bomber that he had heard about. Twin engined and with the ability to carry a decent payload a very long way. There is no way they could have the range to fly from the US to Iceland and back. There must be a base somewhere in northern Canada. 

Time for pondering is over. The Staffel Kapitan orders the group to attack and the small interceptors head down toward the still unsuspecting enemy formation. As they near, it is plain that they have been spotted. He sees objects falling from a few of the aircraft to the rear as they angle up to meet the attackers. Soon there is a melee of small German aircraft and a few larger US types. Some of the German flyers head for the larger force while Peter and his comrades take on the defenders. There is much tracer fire angling through the skies as the bigger American planes twist and turn in an attempt to knock down the interceptors. Their larger, broader wings give the Americans an advantage in a dogfight that the swept wing German planes cannot match.

With most of the German attackers involved with the defending fighters, the majority of the US force speeds away; gaining speed as they lose altitude. The German fighters cannot maintain the chase and still have enough fuel to get home, so those following reluctantly give up and head back home. Though riddled with .50 cal machine gun bullets, Peter's 1106 is still trying to knock down one of the defending fighters. Suddenly, the defenders try to break  off combat and head back to the west. Peter sees his chance and starts to chase one of them. Despite calls from his friends to head back to base, he follows one plane and manages a number of hits with his 30mm cannon in the left wing root. This starts the wing on fire and he watches as the wing falls off and the plane starts spinning into the ocean below. A parachute pops out and the pilot drifts to the frigid waters below. 

Peter breaks off and starts a fuel conserving flight back to base. He calls ahead in hopes that a rescue plane can be sent out for the P-83 pilot, but knows that the man's chances of survival are slim. As he nears the base, his fuel status is critical. He makes it to the entrance of the fjord and starts his approach. Sweating profusely, he guides his aircraft to the landing strip. 

He is so close to landing that he can taste it. He lowers his flaps to slow his approach. Then the gear come down. Home is in sight! Just then the engine sputters and quits. Low and now with too little airspeed, his Messerschmitt quickly seeks the ground below. It finds it with an resounding crash. Sliding along the gravel of the beach just before the threshold, the little jet sheds its landing gear, then, when a wing digs into the beach, the aircraft spins around and comes to a quick stop up against a boulder.

Peter is thrown against the gunsight with a force that brings much pain and he blacks out. He awakens in the back of the truck hurrying him to the hospital. His jaw aches, but he seems rather detached to what is happening around him. 'Oh well,' he thinks 'At least it was an even trade. One for one.' He then blacks out again, not looking forward to the butt chewing the kommandeur will give him for losing the aircraft.

Meanwhile, the wings and tailplanes were cut from the sprues and the mold seam along the edges cleaned up. The wings were then attached to the fuselage. As can be imagined, I needed to use filler on the seams to fill up the gaps that were there, but this is standard procedure for me in particular and for short run kits in general. I then noticed that there was a rather noticeable gap between the engine front and the fuselage. In fact, the engine appears to be a bit smaller in diameter compared to the opening. While I was able to carve the engine inlet enough to match the intake, I needed to use white glue to fill in the spaces. It took a couple of applications, but at least there isn't a huge gap there any longer. The small blanking plate behind the cockpit was then installed. It is a bit shorter than what is needed (or I installed the cockpit too far forward). Some gap filling superglue followed by sanding took care of that problem. 

Once the plate was installed and smoothed, the tailplanes were glued in place. I had to trim the mounting tabs a bit in order to get both of them to fit in all the way. There was also need to open up the left slot a bit as it was too narrow. Once glued in place, and dry, filler was used at the seams and smoothed out. Moving on to the canopy, it was test fit and it was noted that it didn't want to fit at the very back. Taking a sanding stick, the fuselage in that area was sanded down until the canopy fit flush. Then it was glued in place and when dry, masked. It was now time to stuff tissue in the openings and head for the paint shop for the initial application of paint.

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