No. 121 (Eagle) Squadron was formed 14 May 1941 at Kirton-in-Linsey in 12 Group and assigned the squadron code AV. Peter R. Powell, a veteran of the Battle of Britain credited with destroying 7 german planes, was picked to be the first squadron leader. Royce Wilkinson and Richard Moore transferred from No. 71, Bob Reed, Collier Mize, and Fred Scudday from No. 43, and Loran Laughlin and Carrol McColpin from No. 607. Most of the rest of the pilots were drawn from operational training units or OTUs. During the initial 2 months training No. 121 flew the Hurricane I and when the squadron was declared operational on 21 July 1941 had transitioned to Hurricane IIb's. Encounters with enemy aircraft were minimal, the first contact coming on 8 August 1941 when Sel Edner and Jack Mooney damaged a Ju 88. On 18 August Peter Powell probably destroyed a Me 109F when the squadron was patroling between St. Omer and Dunkirk. For the remainder of 1941 the squadron flew primarily convoy patrol missions with the occasional sweep or escort duty into France from staging areas in 11 Group. No. 121 (Eagle) Squadron June 1941 Fred Scudday and Joe Durham saw thier first action when on a routine convoy patrol they spotted a Ju 88 making a run on the convoy. Scudday wrote: "The pilot must have spotted us before we discovered him. He had turned away from his attack on the ships and was flying out to sea. I gave Fred a few seconds after he started his dive to attack, to make certain he would be clear of my guns. Then I made my pass. Scudday's first burst of fire tore away the top turret of the bomber and caused the port engine to explode in a ball of smoke and flame. There was no question that the Junkers was already mortally wounded when I pressed the firing button for my guns and added the coup de grace. As I made my climbing turn to rejoin Fred I noticed that the enemy bomber had vanished into the sea, without a trace." Jim Griffin said of convoy patrol: "We were flying at an altitude of nine hundred feet, just beneath the clouds, and had been circling the ships for a half hour. It would be another hour before we'd be relieved by four other 121 Eagle Squadron pilots. The weather was always treacherous, and there was never anything between the ships and enemy territory but a stretch of open water. Convincing yourself that flying endlessly between a hostile sky and deadly sea was boring was better than listening to the nagging voice of your subconscious reminding you of the unpleasant features of such a patrol: the fact that survival time in the icy water below would be a matter of minutes; that engine failure beyond gliding distance to land would leave you with two grim choices: ride the Spit down to what would be a quick merciful end... or bail out, knowing that even if there was enough altitude for your chute to open and lower you gently into the sea you would probably perish before help could arrive."
