International Women’s Day

International Women’s Day – The story of Helen Turner MM 

For International Women’s Day we look back on the incredible story of Helen Turner and her fellow members of the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force (WAAF) during World War II

When Helen Turner answered the nation’s call to arms in 1939, she had no idea that within a year she would be one of the first three Women’s Auxiliary Air Force personnel to be awarded the Military Medal. Of the 215,000 women who served in the WAAF during the war, only six won this distinction. 

1939 saw Helen Turner volunteer her services in the nation's time of need for a second time. Her courage and devotion to duty had already been evident when she served alongside the Royal Flying Corps during WWI. As the Spanish Flu pandemic had raged through her camp, she had ignored the usual patterns of shift work and stayed at her post for a full week. Only when finally relieved did she collapse and allow herself to be taken to hospital. 

By the Battle of Britain, Helen was a sergeant switchboard operator in the operations block at RAF Biggin Hill; a key point in Britain's air defence system and high on the Luftwaffe's target list during its airfield blitz of September 1940. 

Direct hit

In one of two particularly heavy daylight raids on Biggin Hill, bombs dropped all round the building in which Helen, operating the telephone exchange, and Corporal Elspeth Henderson were on duty. They stuck to their posts.

Even when the building received a direct hit and debris fell around them, they refused to leave until the flames began to spread, communications were cut off, and they were ordered to find their way out of the flaming ruins.

“We had to crawl out through the wreckage,” recalled Helen afterwards. “I felt a bit sorry for some of the youngsters in the building at the time, because it was their first experience of bombs. I did my best to cheer them up.”

Elspeth Henderson said: “There wasn’t much else we could do, was there? We joined the WAAF because we wanted to do something in this war, and when we found ourselves under fire, as it were, we simply carried on with the work we were doing.”

The other member of the trio whose courage won them the Military Medal was Sergeant Joan Mortimer, who remained at her post in the ammunition-filled station armoury while bombs rained down, passing instructions by telephone to defence posts round the airfield. When the raid was over, she ran out to the aerodrome with red flags to mark the locations of all the unexploded bombs.

After the raid, the station’s commanding officer said of the trio: “They showed amazing pluck and I am proud to have them on my station. Their example during those two days of bombing inspired all around them.” Their Military Medals were later re-awarded as the George Cross Medal.

Such was the bravery exhibited by Helen Turner, Elspeth Henderson and Joan Mortimer that soon after the event their heroics became the subject of a leading article in the London Evening News.

Later, Helen Turner broadcast to America and Dame Laura Knight painted a portrait of her standing beside Elspeth Henderson as one of a series of official war pictures which were exhibited in the National Gallery.

Undaunted

After the war Helen Turner became an active member of the RAF Association. Just before her death in 1953, she described the indomitable spirit of her fellow WAAFs in the following personal story submitted to Air Mail:

The girls at Biggin Hill showed no less a degree of nonchalant pluck [than their male counterparts in the skies]. Blitz or no blitz, Hitler or no Hitler, nothing disturbed them.

Evening time, down they came – tunics pressed, buttons shining, their dear little mugs made up in full war paint. And out they sallied, gay and expectant into that inferno of noise and stink which was the night blitz.

Heaven help those who ignored the risks of trying to prevent them from keeping their date. They usually hunted in couples, these kids. I must confess there were times when even I, who knew them so well, was sometimes anxious until, with the scurry and bump at the door, back they came full of triumph, their minds dwelling not on the trials and tribulations of the morrow, but on the success of their evening out.

I remember how one night while the girls were out, we brought down sheets and blankets from the top floors of our quarters and made up beds on the floor of the large entrance hall where it was considerably quieter. A few days afterwards, down came what we knew from the sound would be a direct hit, but the dear old cedar tree which stood sentinel outside reached up and caught the beastly thing in its arms. He suffered badly that old tree, but he saved us from harm.

A few days later, when we were crowded together in the mess during one of those unprecedented hushes, there came the familiar, ominous, slithering sound much too near for comfort. As one, we flung ourselves down instinctively, only to scramble to our feet again a second or two later with sheepish grins on our faces. It was only that gallant old cedar tree. In its last pangs of suffering he had heeled over, brushing the window with his noble old head.

What followed was true to RAF form. Someone supplied us with a blinking great hacksaw and we sawed him up for the winter nights that were to come. Doing us service to the last, his end was a fragrant funeral pyre.

That’s how life was under the great black pall of smoke which pinpointed ‘Biggin Bump’ for our own boys and the enemy. That’s how the girls were then, how they are now, I expect, and how they will be again, I bet.

You can call me a sentimental old fool if you like. Good job. I don’t care. It’s all so good to remember, why should I want to forget?

International Women’s Day is on the 8th of March and what better way to celebrate International Women’s Day than these amazing women.