Leonard Cheshire

Leonard Cheshire, he elder of two sons of Geoffrey Chevalier Cheshire, an academic teaching law at Oxford University, and his wife, Primrose Eleanor Barstow, was born in Chester, on 7th September 1917. At the time his father was a member of the Royal Flying Corps serving on the Western Front.

His biographer, Andrew Boyle, has pointed out: "There was something almost adult at times in his intuitive desire to please. Yet when he was seven and had been a pupil for two years at Miss Owen's, a private preparatory school in Oxford, he began to show signs of possessing an independent mind of his own... Though he was never sullen or huffy, his mother lost patience with his habit of dreamy moodiness. It seemed unnatural in a boy so young, and clashed with the infectious gaiety and touching thoughtfulness which often characterised him."

In 1925 Cheshire was sent to Dragon School. His headmaster, A. E. Lynam, commented that he was "not terribly good at anything". However, Lynam did send a letter of recommendation to John Fergusson Roxburgh, the headmaster of Stowe School: "The parents are both specially nice people.... The boy is definitely not up to first-rate Scholarship form... but his progress in the last two years makes it apparent that he is one of those rather late developers, who is likely to come on exceedingly well later... Leonard is just the sort of boy whom I am sure you will regard as an ornament to Stowe, and as such I think he is worth capturing."

Cheshire was very happy at Stowe and was greatly impressed by its teachers, especially T. H. White, Stowe's head of English. White had already published several books and he was eventually to become a full-time writer. One of the boys commented that "White was then I suppose in his late twenties and a fairly bohemian figure... He had an old open black Bentley and a red setter and among the boys enjoyed a reputation exciting, faintly discreditable and much envied." The boys were shocked by his open agnostic beliefs. White's biographer, Sylvia Townsend Warner, has argued: "Notably free from fearing God, he was basically afraid of the human race." According to J. K. Rowling, White's books strongly influenced the writing of her Harry Potter books.

Cheshire later recalled: "He was quite an influence on me... I remember he got us to write an essay on something I'd seen happen... And he gave me very high marks indeed. He said I couldn't write at all - which was true - but in this case I'd written something very good indeed, because he was an eyewitness account... I was very impressed by Tim White. I liked him very much, and learnt quite a bit from him." After the praise received from White, Cheshire began to consider the possibility of being a writer.

John Fergusson Roxburgh claimed that Cheshire was a fairly successful student: "As a schoolboy Leonard was very successful in the ordinary sense of the word - that is, he became Head of his House, a School Prefect, a member of the Sixth Form... and Captain of Lawn Tennis - but any first-rate boy can expect a career of that kind at his Public School, and I cannot remember that Leonard made more impression on his generation than several others did... I personally was much attached to him, and I felt for him not only affection but respect. There was something about him - was it perhaps a kind of moral dignity? - which made it inconceivable that he would think or do anything that was below top level. He knew how to make other people do the right thing too, and his courteous, even gentle, manner covered a pretty tough will, which made him a strong ruler in his house and an effective prefect in the school."

Cheshire joined the Debating Society and like most of Stowe's students was fairly sympathetic to the emergence of Adolf Hitler in Nazi Germany. On 8th March, 1933, the boys passed the motion: "That in the opinion of the House a Fascist regime would be the best form of government for my country" by a large majority. However, Cheshire's views changed after a visit by Gilbert Murray to the school where he gave a talk on the work of the United Nations: "I belonged to a generation which in a hazy kind of way recognized the debt it owed to those who had gone before, but which rejected war as a means of solving differences between nations and believed that war in Europe was a thing of the past."

Geoffrey Chevalier Cheshire wanted his son to go to Merton College. However, his grades were not very good and so he had to use his influence as a tutor at OS to get his son a place. Cheshire's headmaster, John Fergusson Roxburgh, wrote to the Warden of Merton College: "I expect you know already that Dr Cheshire, of Exeter, wants his elder son Leonard to go to Merton in October 1936.... Young Cheshire is an excellent boy. As a scholar he is tasteful and hard-working but not very gifted. None the less, being ambitious, he will probably want to compete in your Scholarship Exam this Christmas."

According to Richard K. Morris, the author of Cheshire (2000): "The truth is that Cheshire passed through Oxford less in a blaze of rebellious individualism than as part of a genre. He became a model of what in his own eyes an undergraduate should be. Oxford in the 1930s contained many ex public schoolboys who breezed through the nine eight-week terms by supplementing what they already knew with a little work, put in some concentrated effort towards the end and left with second-class degrees. Along the way they climbed in and out of colleges after dark, drove about in second-hand cars, returned at speed from London nightclubs along deserted roads, invited each other to lunch or mulled claret, rioted in each other's rooms, argued at length about subjects they did not fully understand, and cocked a snook at university discipline by frequenting pubs. This was a kind of conformism. Thus Cheshire did own a car, but it was rather old. He also frequented dog tracks, telling Dr. A. L. Rowse over lunch at Grey Walls that he had found an invincible method of betting which would make him rich.... There were occasions when Cheshire did inane things, like drinking an entire bottle of whisky in one go to refute someone who said that it couldn't be done."

Cheshire later recalled: "I was mercenary; didn't have many scruples ... No, better still I think I had two sides. I had the side that was industrious, and wanted to be honest and good and so on, and the other that was quite the opposite. So when it came to Oxford it was a question of which side was going to predominate. I think that largely depended upon what sort of people I came into contact with, influences, and I picked up with the people who spent a good deal of time drinking and so on and I suppose that tipped the scales."

Andrew Boyle, the author of No Passing Glory (1955) has argued: "Like the majority of men in his year, Leonard looked on his Oxford superiors as a group of well-intentioned old fogeys. The fact that his father happened to be one of them was in itself a stimulating challenge ; on no account must he even appear to be influenced out of consideration for family ties. If he was no docile tool of the dons, neither was he promising material for the canvassers of the various political societies. Politics was a subject for future politicians; and Oxford seemed to be overpopulated with them already. He had no inclination to get to the bottom of the real issues in the Spanish civil war or to question the folly or otherwise of British non-intervention. As far as he was concerned these and a hundred other dusty topics could remain the monopoly of the wordy young bores who attended the weekly debates of the Union.Leonard and his set did not pause to rationalise their attitude. Without a tinge of cynicism they purposely steered clear of anyone and anything that seemed self-consciously serious, virtuous or patriotically noble. A common taste for beer, idle conversation and outrageous pastimes was proof against the claims of the politicians of to-morrow and the highbrow poseurs of today. When the taste could lawfully be indulged in one or other of the small Merton societies, so much the better."

A family friend, Flight Lieutenant J. N. Whitworth, suggested that Cheshire should join the Oxford University Air Squadron. Cheshire, who thought that flying at someone else's expense was a good idea and agreed to the suggestion. Cheshire took flying lessons in a Avro Tutor biplane at Abingdon. Wing Commander F. L. Hebbert, OUAS's chief flying instructor was not very impressed with Cheshire and described him "as a sort of ne'er-do-well... too undisciplined" and suggested that he should be expelled from the squadron." Whitworth defended Cheshire by arguing that "while Cheshire might not fit Herbert's preconceptions of soundness, he had the makings of a better pilot than many who did."

Cheshire continued to improve and on the outbreak of the Second World War he applied for a permanent commission to the Royal Air Force. At his training camp he met Richard Hillary, the author of The Last Enemy (1942). Other students at Lympne in Kent included Noel Agazarian (killed 16th May 1941), the brother of Jack Agazarian and Melvin Young (killed 16th May 1943). At the end of his training his report stated: "An average pilot who can be relied upon to do good work. Instrument flying exceptionally steady and accurate. Should make good leader with experience."

On 6th April, 1940, Cheshire was posted to Driffield where he was to fly the long-range bomber, Armstrong Whitworth Whitley. After completing his first week, Cheshire wrote: "I am still feeling my way; everything is new and interesting, even the smallest detail. Faces round about are strange; I feel rather self-conscious, almost apologetic they are seasoned fighters, I am a new boy: at least, that is how I feel." A fellow flying officer, Hamish Mahaddie, wrote in his autobiography, Hamish: The Memoirs of Group Captain T. G. Mahaddie (1989): "Leonard Cheshire was our first university entrant and viewed with considerable suspicion.... He was not one of of us; he did not quite fit into the measured compartmentalized minds of the service at the time."

Novice pilots were apprenticed to experienced captains before being given crews of their own. Cheshire was assigned to Pilot Officer Frank Hugh Long. Over the next few weeks Long quizzed him on the ways of the aircraft they were flying. Cheshire explained in Bomber Pilot (1943): "I do not think there can have been a single piece of equipment or a single aspect of flying on which he failed to question me... There was the ground crew also, to each of whom Long (Lofty) introduced me individually, talking of their problems, and the background from which they came and explaining the importance of building up a personal relationship with them."

Long continued with his training. Cheshire recalled in Bomber Pilot (1943): "Lofty (Long)... kept drumming into my head the fundamental lesson of never thinking that you have mastered your job, of applying your whole heart and mind to the task of perfecting as far as is humanly possible the techniques of operational flying. He made me practise and re-practise, study and re-study, experiment and re-experiment. I had to sit in the cockpit blindfold and go through the different drills, sit in the rear turret, in the navigator's and the wireless operator's seat, and try and see life from their point of view.... Hardly any Captain that I ever knew would allow his Second Dicky into the driving seat whilst over the danger zone: thus when one was finally passed out and given a crew of one's own, one had no actual experience of handling the controls under fire. But Lofty (Long) was different: he would give me a clout - with his boot if he could possibly manage it - and bawl out at me to get into his seat and take over... Then from the Second Pilot's position he would talk me into the target and back, not always perhaps in the most complimentary of tones, but in a way that gave me a confidence and experience that I could not possibly have otherwise gained. I must have been the only pilot in the squadron who was ever given such a start as this."

Cheshire's first mission was to bomb the advancing German Army at Abbeville. On 9th June, 1940, Cheshire was given instructions by the intelligence officer: "He talked briefly about the position of the battlefront, about the German advance and where they had reached, or, rather, where he thought they had reached, because nobody seemed quite to know. On the large map on the wall was a red line... it was supposed to represent the area behind which we could bomb; beyond it we would be bombing our own troops. He told us why we were doing this trip - it was Abbeville, the southern bridge. We were to help hold up the German advance by destroying their lines of communication. He made us feel the plight of such British troops as were left in France."

A few days later Cheshire wrote to his parents: "Going over again in a few moments... It's far better than slopping around doing nothing. And it really is grand fun." On 15th June he told them: "Don't worry about the news too much. The French Army is in a tough spot; but it's still intact. The Germans have lost a least a million men and nearly 3,000 planes. I don't think they'll be able to keep it up much longer, and the railways behind the lines are just about bombed to hell." His assessment echoed the daily briefings provided by Driffield's intelligence officer. In fact, the Luffwaffe aircraft losses were less than half this figure, and the Germans were already in Paris.

On 15th August, 1940, Driffield aerodrome was bombed by over seventy Heinkel He III bombers. Cheshire "saw a bunch of them coming out of the sky. I didn't know anything could move so fast." Richard Rivaz was in the mess writing a letter. "I looked out of the window and saw people running to the shelters... The ante-room, which had been crowded a few seconds before, was almost empty, and the few remaining were rushing to the door... All other sounds were then promptly drowned by the largest explosion I had ever heard." The next thing Rivaz knew "I was lying on my face in the passage ... covered with dust and choking and surrounded by broken glass and rubble. I got to my feet and saw through a cloud of smoke that the mess a few feet behind me was a complete ruin." Rivaz and Cheshire went outside to help. "Orderlies were lifting a man - with his tunic, face and hair covered with earth ... I noticed that his legs were in an unnatural twisted position. Someone was digging round another pair of legs: the body was still buried and the legs obviously broken. I saw two more men crushed - with faces nearly the same colour as their tunics - between sheets of corrugated iron: they were both dead."

Fifteen men were killed, ten Armstrong Whitworth Whitley were destroyed and others damaged, four hangars were wrecked and only seven enemy aircraft were shot down. After this experience Cheshire's attitude towards bombing changed. After playing down the raid: "Twenty German bombers repaid a few compliments by swooping down on Driffield killing a horse, a civilian, and four men" he warned his parents: "Don't hesitate to use the shelter if there are bombers overhead... if I'm hit, so what the hell is all very well in theory but it's a bit different when the whole countryside comes tumbling round your ears."

Leonard Cheshire's commanding officer, Christopher Foxley-Norris, has pointed out: "Cheshire was soon captain of his own plane and carrying out raid after raid on the industrial cities of Germany... His rapport with his air crew and with his ground crew became legendary... His commitment and dedication could not fail to impress his commanding officers, and led to rapid promotion." Cheshire told his parents: "It's a grand existence. Nothing to worry about except getting up in time. Plenty of relaxation and enough excitement to keep you out of mischief. I'm afraid it's not so good for you just waiting. You mustn't worry because we don't here and I don't like to be worried when there's nothing to worry about. If we do get shot down, it's too bad."

On the night of 12th November 1940, Cheshire was briefed to attack the synthetic oil plant at Wesseling, near Cologne. Cheshire later recalled: "As soon as the first bomb dropped, all hell was let loose, hundreds of searchlights sprang up, and it seemed that hundreds of guns opened fire." A shell smashed through the front turrt and out again, and exploded. A second shell burst behind the port wing, setting off a flare inside their flare chute "which knifed open the port side of the fuselage for a length of three and a half yards".

Cheshire later recalled in Bomber Pilot (1943) that he was blinded by the explosion: "The explosion kicked my mind back a quarter of a century. Down. Down. We're going down. I can feel the rush of air. We are going so very fast - 200, 300, 400 miles an hour.... Why do my eyes hurt so much? God, I can't see! Everything is black, black as a rook.... I must be blind. I've always wanted to know what it's like to be blind, and now I know. The funny thing is that it doesn't really seem any different, except merely that I can't see: there must be more to it than that. I suppose it's just that I've not got used to it yet. No! Good lord, how stupid I am! I'm not blind at all! It's that terrible flash.... Something awful has happened at the back. I don't quite know what, but most of the explosion seemed to come from behind. First of all it was in front, that terrible bright flash. And then almost immediately afterwards a much bigger explosion from behind my back. There can't possibly be anyone left alive there: so it must be coming from the nose. What shall I say? I can't think of anything. It doesn't really matter much: not at the moment. We've got to stop going down first. What an awful thing to think - that it doesn't matter much. But I can't help it. There's nothing I can do anyway, and, whether I like it or not, I did think it. I suppose the answer is that when you're in a spot you think of yourself first."

Cheshire he would have to abandon the aircraft: "We've got to jump. Jump? Yes, jump. I've never jumped in my life. I've often wanted to, but I never have. Now I've got to. It's not quite the same, though. If I was going to jump, I wanted to do it in my own good time, not in Jerry's time. I've often thought about this moment, and wondered whether it would be possible to do everything in time. Unplug yourself, wind the trimmer-tab back, climb out of the seat, down into the well, and get your parachute. God knows where my parachute is now. I hurled it somewhere in the nose when I got in, but I haven't seen it since. There were one or two there some time ago, but goodness only knows if any of them were mine."

Cheshire eventually gained control of the aircraft: "The smoke cleared, and like a ray of sunshine my eyesight came back. I blinked once or twice, perhaps; I don't know. Anyway, I could see quite well. I looked at the altimeter: 5,000 feet. Plenty of height, much more than I would have thought possible. Somehow we seemed to have been diving for ages and ages, and we were still diving now. The instruments were all haywire; they did not make sense however you looked at them. They must have been shot away behind the panel. Awkward. But when we levelled out and ceased diving they began slowly to come back to normal, so probably they were intact after all. I rubbed my forehead between my eyes, and started to take stock of the damage. First of all, the engines and the wings. Perhaps a few pieces of twisted burned metal: not more. They must have borne the brunt of the explosion. I looked out, and, like the man who saw the table slide slowly of its own accord across the floor, sat frozen to my seat. They were running; both of them. Running as they've always run before. Two long protruding noses, almost Jewish, and a defiant roar. My ears became suddenly unblocked, and into them poured the music of this defiant roar. Why was it I hadn't heard it before? And how, oh how could I doubt their trust? Perhaps for a while I had lost possession of my senses."

Richard Rivaz was called forward to help put out the fire: "God, what a mess! The fuselage door had gone, and most of one side of the fuselage as well. Desmond was there, working like a maniac, with his blond hair shining in the light of the flames, and his eyes sparkling like brilliants: sweat was pouring from his face, and he was hurling flares, incendiaries and spare ammunition out of the gaping fuselage. I started to do the same... and he shouted at me to go back and get my parachute, as the aeroplane would probably break in two at any moment."

Davidson (Davy), who was on his first mission, had been badly burned. He told Cheshire: "I'm going blind, sir: I'm going blind!" Cheshire later recalled: "I didn't say anything: I could not have if I had wanted to. He was still speaking, but too softly for me to hear what it was. I leaned right across so as better to hear. The plane gave a lurch, and I fell almost on top of him. He cried out and once more buried his face below his knees. Because I could not stand it, I sat forward over the instruments and tried to think of something else, but it was not much good." Davidson then said: "I haven't let you down, have I, sir? I haven't let you down, have I? I must get back to the wireless. I've got to get back. You want a fix, don't you, sir? Will you put the light on, please, so that I can see?" Cheshire was now aware who had been crying out: "So it was Davy. Davy: his very first trip. Someone came forward and very gently picked him up. Then came Desmond. He sat down beside me and held out his hand. I took it in both of mine and looked deep into his smiling blue eyes."

Richard Rivaz explained in his book, Tail Gunner (1943) that when he returned to the front of the aircraft: "Leonard was sitting at the controls, and turned round and smiled as I entered the cabin. Davy was sitting by his set fumbling with his morse key: his face was charred and black, and his clothing all burned... Desmond had fetched the first-aid kit and covered Davy's face with the jelly used for burns. It was bitterly cold in the cabin, and for the next five hours we did all we could for Davy's comfort: I kept putting his fingers in my mouth and breathing hard on them to try and get them warm."

Cheshire still struggled to keep control of the aircraft: "I began to notice the sweat was all on my back and not my front. What's more, my back was getting hotter and hotter all the time. By this time I was prepared to believe anything, but this was definitely not normal. I screwed my head round, and what I saw forced a quiet, unwanted curse from my lips. Thick, black, oily smoke, pouring out from beneath the petrol tank, and in the background red gashes of fire. I did not stay looking long, for on the port and ahead of us a barrage of shells came up. They were bursting in bunches of twenty or thirty, like that Saturday over the Ruhr, only this time they seemed to make more noise, because the hatch above my head was missing and all around the perspex was torn. Instinctively I started to take evasive action, but remembered just in time. If only I knew what was wrong with the controls it would make it easier. It felt as though the cables were hanging on by a thread, but I could not be certain. Anyway, it was better to take the shells than settle everything by pulling the controls off. So I flew straight and level. A searchlight picked us up, then a lot more, and almost immediately a rattle of splinters came through the fuselage somewhere behind me. I switched on the microphone and started speaking, but no one answered. The heat seemed no worse, but I did not look round any more. Somehow, I could not take my eyes off the shells."

Richard Rivaz commented: "With the five of us crammed in the cabin of the Whitley, hardly ever speaking, and wondering how far we should get. Leonard was sitting at the controls; he had taken his helmet off, but was still wearing his yellow skull cap, which looked grotesque in the half-light. Taffy was sitting at the navigation table grinning to himself most of the time... Desmond, looking like a wild blond giant, was part of the time sitting beside Leonard and part of the time looking at Davy."

At Linton-on-Ouse the first of 102 Squadron's Whitleys touched down at 06.35. Melvin Young returned ten minutes later. Others followed during the next hour. There was no sign of Cheshire's aircraft, It was not until after eight in the morning that Harold Chapman heard what they had been waiting for: "We heard in the distance the sound of Merlin engines. We scanned the sky but could not see an aircraft. The noise increased but we still could not see an aircraft. Then over the boundary hedge flopped a Whitley, which soon came to a stop." The men ran to the aeroplane. They were "amazed that such a damaged aircraft could have flown". As Richard K. Morris pointed out: "Rivaz emerged first. Davidson was lifted into an ambulance. Unable to sleep, later in the day Rivaz, Coutts and Cheshire went into York. They visited Davidson, and then went to the cinema to see (in Cheshire's case for the sixth time) Fred Astaire in Broadway Melody." Cheshire was later awarded the DSO for bringing home his holed and burning aircraft.

Cheshire developed a reputation as a vain man. He went with a friends to a dance at the Majestic Hotel in Harrogate. Douglas R. Mourton later recalled that the music was interrupted to announce: "Ladies and Gentlemen. I have great pleasure to let you know that Flying Officer Leonard Cheshire is with us tonight. He has just been awarded the DSO for an act of bravery". Mourton added that Cheshire "stood up, apparently surprised and embarrassed, acknowledging the ovation he received". One of the officers said, "I wonder who told them?" to which Cheshire replied, "I did."

During December, 1940, Cheshire completed five more operations. These were often to Berlin which often lasted for ten or eleven hours. On 16th December he was involved in a raid on Mannheim that had been chosen as a reprisal for the bombing of Coventry. Over 130 aircraft took part. Instead of the customary factory, oil plant or railway yard it was the centre of the town that was the target. Cheshire described the result as "literally a fire from end to end". It has been described as the first terror bombing of the Second World War.

Flying Officer Douglas Coutts, who had been his second pilot, was given his own crew. On 3rd January, 1941, Coutts aircraft was brought down over the North Sea. According to Richard K. Morris, the author of Cheshire (2000): "Cheshire obeyed Bomber Command's unwritten law that no fuss should be made and no emotion shown." Cheshire found it difficult to understand: "Desmond never made a mistake. He collided with an incoming German bomber over the North Sea... I thought of the many times that through sheer stupidity and carelessness I had literally asked to be shot down, and the knowledge brought a sense of sadness. A struggle for existence in which the strongest survives is something I can well understand... What I cannot understand is a struggle for existence in which survival hinges on luck."

Another important friend, Frank Hugh Long, was killed during a mission of 13th March, 1941. Leonard Cheshire later wrote: "Whatever outward face I may have put on it, his loss affected me very deeply and the memory of what I owed him and of all that he stood for remained with me throughout the war. It may sound a peculiar thing to say, and certainly has no rational basis, but I came to think of Lofty as more or less indestructible. It was just, I suppose, that he was so strongly built, so physically fit, and so calm and competent, whatever the situation. Perhaps also there is some innate, subconscious need in man for the perfect model to which one can look up and from which to draw strength and inspiration. Or perhaps in times so uncertain, when even the immediate future was full of the unknown, one would clutch at any straw. At all events, with the night that Lofty failed to return the character of the war changed: I knew now that no one was immune and though in the years that followed I was to meet others with perhaps even greater qualities and greater dedication than Lofty, to whom t also owe my own debt, never again would I look at someone and say, he at least will always come back.''

Cheshire had to assemble a new crew for his Halifax MK. II. that had replaced the Armstrong Whitworth Whitley. This included second pilot Jerry Weldon ("tough, bronzed Jerry, with the experience of ten Whitley trips behind him"), wireless operators, Clive Gutteridge ("light brown hair, a fair moustache and a girl friend") and Stanley Jackson ("Jacko: five feet foot eleven, twelve stone; had boxed and played football for the RAF; knew no fear and could not find anything he did not know of the wireless set"), flight enginner, Charles Brown ("many years' experience in the Merchant Navy and an extraordinary adaptability no matter what the difficulty"), Richard Rivaz, tail-gunner, Richard Hares ("small, vivacious and straight from training school") and George Roberts.

On 4th May 1941, Cheshire was sent to Montreal to collect American aircraft and to deliver them to Britain. When he arrived the aircraft were not ready and he was told to take some leave. Cheshire decided to visit New York City: "A city full of secrets, and all of them new to me. For four days and four nights a riot. Cocktails, dances, drives through the city. Times Square on Broadway, Park Avenue, overhead railways... people who take you as you come, not as they come. And no sleep."

Cheshire met the former Hollywood actress, Constance Binney. He stayed at Constance's parents home in Old Lyme, in New London County: " A white, wood-built house on a hill, a panorama of bright-green trees, reaching down to the haze of the sea; in the background, Long Island. Wild, scrub-like surroundings, evergreen grass, and a fluttering of butterflies. The scrunch of tyres on the drive and somewhere in the distance a sound of laughter. A coon, jet black against the spotless white of his coat, lounging happily in the sun of the verandah. For a while peace and rest: food under the shade of a tree, dark glasses, ice-cold highballs and orange-juice, and brains still half hysterical, only now a little quicker. A telephone bell, a warm Southern accent, and then more drinks, more journeys in the Cadillac. People standing on their doorsteps, beckoning us in. Sun and fathomless skies and the hum of mosquitoes. Mother's exultant welcome; not my mother - Constance's mother. But in the warm and somehow vibrant atmosphere it seemed quite natural to call her mother, and so I did. I can't say why."

Richard K. Morris, the author of Cheshire (2000) has pointed out: "Like a firework - momentarily impressive, but evanescent and soon forgotten - Constance Binney's film career flared and flickered out... and by 1941 her celebrity lay well in the past... so did two husbands and two divorces. Constance Binney was extrovert, a little gaudy, wealthy and moved in a circle of world-famous friends." They were married on 15th July 1941. His parents were extremely upset when they heard the news. Cheshire later wrote: "I had an uncomfortable feeling in my heart that it was the wrong thing... But the future didn't count for much in those days and I was living in a kind of dreamland."

When he arrived home Cheshire discovered that his crew had had a terrible time during flying missions while he was away. Ernest Weldon, Richard Hares, Stanley Jackson, Clive Gutteridge and Charles Brown had been killed and George Roberts was a prisoner of war. Richard Rivaz had an amazing escape when as a member of the crew of Squadron Leader Clive Florigny, the Armstrong Whitworth Whitley ran out of fuel and ditched off Cromer in atrocious weather on 2nd March, 1941. Florigny drowned but the rest of the crew managed to get into an "inverted, waterlogged dinghy". According to Richard K. Morris: "Their survival owed much to Rivaz, who kept them awake in such cold." Rivaz survived the war only to die on 13th October 1945, when the B-24 Liberator in which he was a passenger caught fire on take off from Brussels, killing all on board.

Flight Lieutenant Cheshire returned to 35 Squadron but was prevented from taking part in the attack on the German battleship, Scharhorst, at La Pallice because he was considered to be "too inexperienced". The squadron adjutant told him that marriage would have changed him: "Now it will be a rather different story, won't it? No more belly-aching to get into ops. No more applications for extension of tour. No more line-shooting about ops being the only life worth living.

Cheshire now had to collect together a new crew. Peter Stead, a former veterinary student, became the second pilot. He later recalled that Cheshire was "kindness itself to a very young sergeant pilot. The wireless operator was Jock Hill. The two men became close friends. Cheshire commented: "Jock was not an ever-smiling figure but not a dour Scot either. He was always ready to appreciate a joke... his grin when it came was a wide one." Hill, however, was not impressed with Cheshire as a pilot: "He's quite an ordinary pilot. I've flown with better. Sometimes he makes bloody awful landings, but he's a bloody good skipper."

Cheshire's marriage to Constance Binney caused problems with his family. His parents took a deep dislike to her seeing her as "the opposite to everything we respected". They dubbed her "Jezabel" and a period of estrangement from their son ensued. An uncle described her as a "vulgar little woman". Several friends had speculated that he had married Constance for her money. They pointed out that after their marriage Cheshire was able to pay off his gambling debts. However, he assured his parents that Constance's wealth was not a factor in their marriage.

In July 1941, Cheshire wrote to his parents: "You probably don't know that under Constance's influence I have ceased to waste my life as I have done for the last twenty-three years, and that I now have an almost fantastic urge to seek out what talents I have and develop them until I can achieve a career that is worthwhile." It was his wife's idea for him to write a book about his experiences in the Royal Air Force.

In February, 1942, Arthur Harris became head of RAF Bomber Command. His brief was "to focus attacks on the morale of the enemy civil population, and in particular, of the industrial workers". According to Richard K. Morris: "During March and April he had begun to experiment with attacks which concentrated bombers in time and space, to engulf radar-controlled flak and fighters, and overwhelm a city's fire-services. The force inherited by Harris was nevertheless too small to do this on any scale, and his efforts to increase it were being sapped both by losses and what he called the robbery of trained crews by other commands. To make his case, Harris decided to gamble Bomber Command's reserves in an attack of unprecedented weight: a thousand aircraft against a single objective."

As Harris later pointed out: "The organization of such a force - about twice as great as any the Luftwaffe ever sent against this country - was no mean task in 1942. As the number of first-line aircraft in squadrons was quite inadequate, the training organization.... We made our preparations for the thousand bomber attack during May." It was given the code word "Millenium". More than a third of his force was composed of instructors and trainees. Heavy losses among them would have a "paralysing effect" on Bomber Command's future.

On 20th May, 1942, notified his group commanders of the plan and all leave was cancelled. Harris decided that the target should be Cologne. "The organisation of the force involved a tremendous amount of work throughout the Command. The training units put up 366 aircraft. No. 3 Group, with its conversion units put up about 250 aircraft, which was at that time regarded as a strong force in itself. Apart from four aircraft of Flying Training Command, the whole force of 1047 aircraft was provided by Bomber Command.... Nearly 900 aircraft attacked out of the total of 1047, and within an hour and a half dropped 1455 tons of bombs, two thirds of the whole load being incendiaries."

Leonard Cheshire was one of the pilots involved in the attack on Cologne and explained in his book, Bomber Pilot (1943): "I glued my eyes on the fire and watched it grow slowly larger. Of ack-ack there was not much, but the sky was filled with fighters.... Already, only twenty-three minutes after the attack had started, Cologne was ablaze from end to end, and the main force of the attack was still to come. I looked at the other bombers, I looked at the row of selector switches in the bomb compartment, and I felt, perhaps, a slight chill in my heart. But the chill did not stay long: I saw other visions, visions of rape and murder and torture. And somewhere in the carpet of greyish-mauve was a tall, blue-eyed figure waiting behind barbed-wire' walls for someone to bring him home. No, the chill did not last long.... I felt a curious happiness inside my heart. For the first time in history the emphasis of night bombing had passed out of the hands of the pilots and into the hands of the organizers, and the organizers had proved their worth. In spite of the ridicule of some of their critics, they have proved their worth. They have proved, too, beyond any shadow of doubt that given the time the bomber can win the war. Not only have they proved it, they have written the proof on every face that saw Cologne."

Cheshire later explained in his book, The Light of Many Suns: The Meaning of the Bomb (1985) how he justified the area bombing of Germany: "In his concentration camps 6,500,000 Jews and 13,000,000 million others were systematically eliminated, the great majority civilians and many of them little children. Every single day of the war an average of 10,000 people died the most terrible deaths in these camps; the closer the end came, the more feverishly the Nazis worked in their extermination programme. Is it to be wondered at that there burned within most of us a feeling of outrage - some speak of it as a deep, steady anger - and that this inner fire drove men to seek the quickest road to victory? Indeed would those who decided Allied policy have lived up to their responsibilities to the human family, had they sought any other road but the shortest?"

Harris explained in Bomber Command (1947): "The casualty rate was 3.3 per cent, with 39 aircraft missing, and, in spite of the fact that a large part of the force consisted of semi-trained crews and that many more fighters were airborne than usual, this was considerably less than the average 4.6 per cent for operations in similar weather during the previous twelve months. The medium bomber had a casualty rate of 4.5 per cent, which was remarkable, but it was still more remarkable that we lost scarcely any of the 300 heavy bombers that took part in this operation; the casualty rate for the heavies was only 1.9 per cent. These had attacked after the medium bombers, when the defences had been to some extent beaten down, and in greater concentration than was possible for the new crews in the medium bombers. The figures proved conclusively that the enemy's fighters and flak had been effectively saturated; an analysis of all reports on the attack showed that the enemy's radar location devices had been able to pick up single aircraft and follow them throughout the attack, but that the guns had been unable to engage more than a small proportion of the large concentration of aircraft."

Konrad Adenauer, the mayor of Cologne, pointed out: "The task confronting me in a war-ravaged Cologne was a huge and extra-ordinarily difficult one. The extent of the damage suffered by the city in air raids and from the other effects of war was enormous. More than half of the houses and public buildings were totally destroyed, nearly all the others had suffered partial damage. Only 300 houses had escaped unscathed. The damage done to the city by the destruction of streets, tram rails, sewers, water pipes, gas pipes, electrical installations and other public utilities, was no less widespread. It is hard to realize the threat this constituted to the health of the people. There was no gas, no water, no electric current, and no means of transport. The bridges across the Rhine had been destroyed. There were mountains of rubble in the streets. Everywhere there were gigantic areas of debris from bombed and shelled buildings. With its razed churches, many of them almost a thousand years old, its bombed-out cathedral, with the ruins of once beautiful bridges sticking up out of the Rhine, and the vast expanses of derelict houses, Cologne was a ghost city."

Cheshire was posted to 102 Squadron and by August 1942 had been promoted to squadron commander of of 76 Squadron. In March 1943 at the age if twenty-five he became the youngest group captain in the RAF. In November 1943 he was given command of 617 Squadron and over the next few months developed new low-level marking techniques that dramatically increased bombing accuracy. In 1944 Cheshire was awarded the Victoria Cross after completing a hundred bombing missions on heavily defended targets in Nazi Germany.

At Potsdam President Harry S. Truman told Winston Churchill about the existence of the atom bomb. By the time the bomb was ready to be used Germany had surrendered. James Franck and Leo Szilard drafted a petition signed by just under 70 scientists involved in the Manhattan Project that were opposed to the use of the bomb on moral grounds. Franck pointed out in his letter to Truman: "The military advantages and the saving of American lives achieved by the sudden use of atomic bombs against Japan may be outweighed by the ensuing loss of confidence and by a wave of horror and repulsion sweeping over the rest of the world and perhaps even dividing public opinion at home. From this point of view, a demonstration of the new weapon might best be made, before the yes of representatives of all the United Nations, on the desert or a barren island. The best possible atmosphere for the achievement of an international agreement could be achieved if America could say to the world, "You see what sort of a weapon we had but did not use. We are ready to renounce its use in the future if other nations join us-in this renunciation and agree to the establishment of an efficient international control."

However, the advice of the scientists was ignored by Truman and he decided to use the bomb on Japan. General Dwight Eisenhower agreed with the scientists: "I voiced to him my grave misgivings, first on the basis of my belief that Japan was already defeated and that dropping the bomb was completely unnecessary, and secondly because I thought that our country should avoid shocking world opinion by the use of a weapon whose employment was, I thought, no longer mandatory as a measure to save American lives. It was my belief that Japan was, at that very moment, seeking some way to surrender with a minimum loss of face."

Winston Churchill was also in favour of using the atom bomb. At Yalta, the Allies had attempted to persuade Joseph Stalin to join in the war with Japan. By the time the Potsdam meeting took place, they were having doubts about this strategy. Churchill in particular, were afraid that Soviet involvement would lead to an increase in their influence over countries in the Far East. On 17th July 1945 Stalin announced that he intended to enter the war against Japan.

President Truman now insisted that the bomb should be used before the Red Army joined the war against Japan. Leslie Groves, the head of the Manhattan Project, wanted the target to be Kyoto because as it had been untouched during previous attacks, the dropping of the atom bomb on it would show the destructive power of the new weapon. However, the Secretary of War, Henry Stimson, argued strongly against this as Kyoto was Japan's ancient capital, a city of immense religious, historical and cultural significance. General Henry Arnold supported Stimson and Truman eventually backed down on this issue.

President Truman wrote in his journal on 25th July, 1945: "This weapon is to be used against Japan between now and August 10th. I have told the Secretary of War, Mr Stimson, to use it so that military objectives and soldiers and sailors are the target and not women and children. Even if the Japs are savages, ruthless, merciless and fanatic, we, as leader of the world for the common welfare cannot drop this terrible bomb on the old capital or the new. He & I are in accord. The target will be a purely military."

Truman's military advisers accepted that Kyoto would not be targeted but insisted that another built-up area should be chosen instead: "While the bombs should not concentrate on civilian areas, they should seek to make a profound a psychological impression as possible. The most desirable target would be a vital war plant employing a large number of workers and closely surrounded by workers' houses."

Winston Churchill insisted that two British representives should witness the dropping of the atom bomb. Cheshire along with William Penny, a scientist working on the Manhattan Project, were chosen for this task. Churchill ordered them to learn "about the taqctical aspects of using such a weapon, reach a conclusion about its future implications for air warfare and report back to the Prime Minister."

Cheshire was told to report to Leslie Groves, the head of the project, who briefed him about the operation: "Carrying such a burden of confidentially was a responsibility for which I was neither trained nor temperamentally suited, and as soon as I had seen General Groves I left the anonymity of Los Angeles to mark time until called for the long flight to Tinian... We were what was called processed through the then principal gateway to the Pacific battle theatre, Hamilton Field near San Francisco."

General Thomas Farrell, Commander of the Manhattan Project, explained to Cheshire that they had produced two types of bomb. Fat Man relied upon implosion: a 12 lb sphere of plutonium would be abruptly squeezed to super-critically by the detonation of an envelope of explosive. Little Boy functioned by a gun mechanism which fired two subcritical masses of uranium 235 together.

President Harry S. Truman eventually decided that the bomb should be dropped on Hiroshima. It was the largest city in the Japanese homeland (except Kyoto) which remained undamaged, and a place of military industry. However, Truman, after listening from advice of General Curtis LeMay, refused permission for Leonard Cheshire and William Penny to witness the event. Leslie Groves, according to Cheshire, "said firmly that there was no room for either of us; in any case he couldn't see why we needed to be there, for we would receive a full written report and could ask to see any documentation we wanted."

On 6th August 1945, a B29 bomber piloted by Paul Tibbets, dropped an atom bomb on Hiroshima. Michihiko Hachiya was living in the city at the time: "Hundreds of people who were trying to escape to the hills passed our house. The sight of them was almost unbearable. Their faces and hands were burnt and swollen; and great sheets of skin had peeled away from their tissues to hang down like rags or a scarecrow. They moved like a line of ants. All through the night, they went past our house, but this morning they stopped. I found them lying so thick on both sides of the road that it was impossible to pass without stepping on them."

Later that day President Harry S. Truman made a speech where he argued: "The harnessing of the basic power of the universe. The force from which the sun draws its power has been used against those who brought war to the Far East. We have spent $2,000,000,000 (about $500,000,000) on the greatest gamble in history, and we have won. With this bomb we have now added a new and revolutionary increase in destruction to supplement the growing power of our armed forces. In their present form these bombs are now in production and even more powerful forms are in development."

Truman then issued a warning to the Japanese government: "We are now prepared to obliterate more rapidly and completely every productive enterprise the Japanese have above ground in any city. We shall destroy their docks, their factories and their communications. Let there be no mistake, we shall completely destroy Japan's power to make war. It was to spare the Japanese people from utter destruction that the ultimatum of July 26 was issued from Potsdam. Their leaders promptly rejected that ultimatum. If they do not now accept our terms they may expect a rain of run from the air the like of which has never been seen on this earth. Behind this air attack will follow sea and land forces in such numbers and power as they have not yet seen and with a fighting skill of which they have already become well aware."

Hideki Tojo, Japan's Foreign Minister, told Emperor Hirohito on 8th August, 1945, that Hiroshima had been obliterated by an atom bomb and advised surrender. Others raised doubts about whether the United States had more than one of these bombs. The Supreme Council decided to convene a meeting on the morning of 9th August. As they had not immediately surrendered President Truman ordered that a second atom bomb should be dropped on Japan.

Major Charles Sweeney was selected to lead the mission and Nagasaki was chosen as the target. This time it was agreed that Cheshire and William Penny, could travel on the aircraft that was to take photographs of the attack on 9th August. When they reached Nagasaki they found the city covered in cloud and Kermit Beahan, the bombardier, was at first unable to find the target. Eventually, the cloud parted and Beahan dropped the bomb a mile and a half from the intended aiming point.

William Laurence was a journalist who was invited by Leslie Groves to be on Sweeney's aircraft: "We watched a giant pillar of purple fire, 10,000 feet high, shoot up like a meteor coming from the earth instead of outer space. It was no longer smoke, or dust, or even a cloud of fire. It was a living thing, a new species of being, born before our incredulous eyes. Even as we watched, a ground mushroom came shooting out of the top to 45,000 feet, a mushroom top that was even more alive than the pillar, seething and boiling in a white fury of creamy foam, a thousand geysers rolled into one. It kept struggling in elemental fury, like a creature in the act of breaking the bonds that held it down. When we last saw it, it had changed into a flower-like form, its giant petals curving downwards, creamy-white outside, rose-coloured inside. The boiling pillar had become a giant mountain of jumbled rainbows. Much living substance had gone into those rainbows."

Cheshire later recalled in his book, The Light of Many Suns (1985): "The ultra-dark glasses we each had round our foreheads to protect our eyes from the blinding light of the bomb were not needed because we were about fifty miles away. By the time I saw it, the flash had turned into a vast fire-ball which slowly became dense smoke, 2,000 feet above the ground, half a mile in diameter and rocketing upwards at the rate of something like 20,000 feet a minute. I was overcome, not by its size, nor by its speed of ascent but by what appeared to me its perfect and faultless symmetry. In this it was unique, above every explosion that I had ever heard of or seen, the more frightening because it gave the impression of having its immense power under full and deadly control.... The cloud lifted itself to 60,000 feet where it remained stationary, a good two miles in diameter, sulphurous and boiling. Beneath it, stretching right down to the ground was a revolving column of yellow smoke, fanning out at the bottom to a dark pyramid, wider at its base than was the cloud at its climax. The darkness of the pyramid was due to dirt and dust which one could see being sucked up by the heat. All around it, extending perhaps another mile, were springing up a mass of separate fires. I wondered what could have caused them all."

Fumiko Miura was a 16 year-old girl working in Nagasaki at the time: "I was doing some clerical work for the Japanese imperial army. At about 11 o'clock, I thought I heard the throbs of a B-29 circling over the two-storey army headquarters building. I wondered why an American bomber was flying around above us when we had been given the all-clear.... At that moment, a horrible flash, thousands of times as powerful as lightning, hit me. I felt that it almost rooted out my eyes. Thinking that a huge bomb had exploded above our building, I jumped up from my seat and was hit by a tremendous wind, which smashed down windows, doors, ceilings and walls, and shook the whole building. I remember trying to run for the stairs before being knocked to the floor and losing consciousness. It was a hot blast, carrying splinters of glass and concrete debris. But it did not have that burning heat of the hypocentre, where everyone and everything was melted in an instant by the heat flash. I learned later that the heat decreased with distance. I was 2,800m away from the hypocentre."

On his return he went to see Clement Attlee at 10 Downing Street. The Prime Minister asked him if he had any specific proposal to make. Cheshire replied: "The atomic bomb is decisive and final. You cannot fight against it and survive as a nation. If both sides have it equally, neither can afford to attack the other; there is military stalemate. It follows that a third world war will be prevented, and world peace preserved, only if the Western Allies possess an adequate atomic arsenal."

Soon afterwards doctors from the Royal Air Force ordered Cheshire to St Luke's Psychiatric Hospital at Muswell Hill. According to Richard K. Morris, the author of Cheshire (2000): "Whether he wanted one or not, his career in the air force was finished. Other patients at St Luke's saw him as wan, thin and quietly unassuming. His interior state, however, was anything but quiet." Cheshire told his mother: "I have no trade but killing... That's what they taught me to do for six years. I've had enough." Cheshire added: "The key lies not in the atom bomb itself, for the day will soon come when any nation that has the money, and the incentive, will be able to build its own bomb. It lies in the effectiveness of the delivery system. Future delivery systems will take many forms, but the principal will be rockets coming out of space. At all costs Britain should initiate its own space programme."

On leaving hospital he was invited to write a weekly column for the Sunday Graphic. He was paid £35 plus £15 expenses, in addition to a retainer. His inaugural column for the newspaper addressed the future of the bomb. Cheshire also gave a BBC talk on the subject where he commented: "In plain language... we are faced either with the end of this country or the end of the war... To end war each one of us must play our part... It is not a responsibility we can shelve nor one that we can say belongs exclusively to the government." In another article he argued: "We shall have access to the moon and the planets... Mankind has concerned itself with the universe for only one part of the ioo,ooo years that it has existed, and everything we know is the result of indirect and not direct observation. From the point of view of science the gateway will be open to an unbounded store of knowledge."

Tony Benn attended a lecture on the atom bomb that Cheshire gave in Oxford: "Cheshire said quite plainly he did not want to discuss the ethics of the thing but he sobered everyone up by putting to us... the facts. If we have another war it will mean the end of our physical civilization, for man might survive but buildings can't. He spoke quietly and slowly.... He was quite remote and above us and no doubt the whole world seemed as unreal to him as he to it." He reported Cheshire as saying: "Realize this, that if these bombs are ever going to be used there is not much point in anything that you are doing now."

Cheshire also used his column to campaign for better treatment of ex-servicemen. He complained about the lack of quality training for those who were unemployed: "If the government was able to take accountants and draughtsman and turn them into pilots and gunners, I am unable to see why they cannot reverse the process." He complained about the current political system: "To achieve something great involves in one way or another overcoming unequal odds, which means that men must go beyond the normal call of duty. Ideals are not sufficient, because... we need to see our cause embodied in an individual, and therefore we look to leadership. Today, for the first time in our history, we seem to have thrown leadership overboard, and we prefer a committee or a council. These may be a safeguard against mistakes, but they are little else. A committee cannot lead: it can only give orders. It can never be in front for others to follow and, therefore, it cannot inspire. It relies on logic and efficiency, and disregards human emotions."

On 19th May, 1946, Cheshire was offered Gumley Hall, a house with forty-five bedrooms, outbuildings, a market garden and grounds for pigs and poultry in Market Harborough. By 3rd June, the first colonists arrived. Cheshire now established Vade in Pacem (VIP). According to Richard K. Morris, the author of Cheshire (2000): "Cheshire's scheme was nourished by two ideas: first, that it would be possible to identify the cause of the individual with that of the community, and second, that such a community could combine cooperative effort with private enterprise and the acceptance of competent and authoritative leadership."Cheshire argued: "I can see no final solution to the problems of the world, except by establishing a Christian fellowship of mankind... the forces of good - both active and passive - must be mobilized and encouraged to fight the forces of evil... I consider it to be the duty of every one of us to contribute something towards the cause."

Cheshire also purchased two Mosquito Mk I aircraft. He justified this expense by arguing in the Sunday Graphic: "The modern aeroplane has made the world a much smaller place than most of us realize. I want to acclimatize my mind to thinking globally, and not purely nationally... I think it is an essential part of modem education. I grow more certain that... the ideal world is to be found in the behaviour and example of the ordinary man who lives close to nature, and occupies himself with the problems of day-to-day existence: that it is not to be found in the capitals of the world, or in economics, or in the mere exposition of political doctrines. The ordinary man has no axe to grind... and therefore he is on common ground whatever his nationality or politics. The day that he makes his own direct contact with his counterpart in other countries, the day that he begins to join forces in common insistence on world unity, then perhaps we shall have peace."

Cheshire became estranged from his wife, Constance Binney and during the war he began an affair with Joan Botting, the widow of Norman A. Botting. She moved into Gumley Hall with their daughter, Merle Elizabeth, who had been born on 8th January 1946. They moved to Le Court, near Petersfield in Hampshire. in November 1946. Cheshire was joined by fifty-three men, women and children, "pioneers of Britain's most astonishing post-war experiment in living". Cheshire claimed his ideas were spreading: "Three hundred Dutchmen are about to launch a colony in Holland. I am in touch with men and women interested in the idea in Australia and Ecuador, and I am negotiatingt for land in both countries". Cheshire also talked about setting up another colony in British Columbia.

Cheshire's project was not a great success. "It is not that I mind the work but that if I do not do it the whole enterprise may collapse. We are burdened with a number of people who do not pull their weight and who form a somewhat disruptive element." Cheshire employed a new farm manager and things gradually improved although Cheshire believed that there were "too many parasites and unorganized individualists" in the colony. The farm manager said the pea crop alone ought to raise £800. However, when the time came to harvest the peas much of the crop went to waste because nobody could be troubled to pick it: "They were always too busy... Too many bosses - too few willing hands." With his personal liabilities approaching £20,000, Cheshire decided to sell the estate and keep the house.

Arthur Dykes, a member of VIP, was dying of liver cancer in Petersfield Hospital. Cheshire agreed to nurse him at Le Court. Dykes was a Roman Catholic and they spent a lot of time discussing religion. Dykes died on 20th August, 1948. Cheshire wrote to his friend, Harry Rae: "A letter in haste to tell you that Arthur died in the early hours of Friday morning. He had a sudden relapse after lunch on Thursday, suffered a certain amount of pain and lapsed into final unconsciousness at 6.30 p.m."

Cheshire had been profundly changed by nursing Dykes: "Needless to say, the nursing he received at my inexperienced hands was very rough and ready. Nevertheless, he soon settled down to this new life and I was much surprised at the change that came over him. I think he felt that he was wanted. I was so struck by this that I began to wonder if there weren't others in his position, dying and unwanted. I also decided that I would not go out of my way to find them, but would merely leave things to take their course. If they came my way, I would accept them; if they didn't, I would turn my mind to something else."

On 24th December, 1948, Cheshire became a Roman Catholic. One of the consequences of this was that his relationship with Joan Botting came to an end. "I accept the Faith which is taught by the Catholic, Apostolic and Roman Church. I believe the Church to be the one true Church which Jesus Christ set up here on earth; to which I make my submission with all my heart. Later he realled: "Christmas 1948 is the one that stands out... It was the Christmas that I was received into the Church, and the first Christmas at Le Court, where my work amongst disabled people began. We were living more or less hand to mouth, not really knowing where the money could come from to pay the weekly bills. There were twelve heavily disabled people in the house, some of them old and approaching the end of their life, and only one resident full-time helper other than myself." There were no fees to pay, patients just handed over their pensions. Le Court became so busy that Cheshire had to employ Frances Jeram to help him.

During this period Cheshire came under the influence of Lionel Curtis, an advocate of world government. In his books, World War - Its Cause and Cure (1945), The Master-Key to Peace (1947) and The Open Road to Freedom (1950), Curtis argued that atomic power and the Cold War had brought a federation of the Western democracies within the realm of practicable possibilities. Cheshire arranged a meeting with Curtis. He later recalled: "He (Cheshire) came to see me about what he felt was really important, which is to get a move on among ex-servicemen for winning the peace... He very sensibly went on to say that it was no use preaching a faith to ex-servicemen until they had something to live on."

In 1950 Cheshire entered into a long correspondence with Andrew Boyle, a journalist on the Catholic Herald. The letters revealed that he was suffering deep guilt about his role as a bomber pilot: "I realize that, living in a physical world, force must play a part, but only a secondary part. To disobey any of God's moral laws is, at its lowest level, suicide and condemns you to failure. Deliberate area bombing involving civilians is murder, with the inevitable consequences to the perpetrators. Bombing soldiers is different: somehow it's part of the game and you know what you are asking for when you join up. Also we have a right and duty to defend our country - but only within the limits of God's laws... My profession was to destroy, and therefore to shrink from doing so was a contradiction in terms. Carried a few stages further, I can well see how even the gas chamber becomes a possibility."

Cheshire had changed his mind about the use of the atom bomb in Hiroshima and Nagasaki to bring an end to the Second World War: "In point of fact the atom bomb did not influence the war one way or the other, for politically speaking the war was already over. What is more this was known to the Allies at the time... The argument that Hiroshima and Nagasaki were justifiable on the grounds they saved more lives than they destroyed is therefore invalid." In another letter he told Boyle: "When war extends to the civilian population... it changes its character completely, and I cannot conceive that any man engaged on mass indiscriminate bombing could super naturalize his actions as I know he can when he is fighting a pitched battle. It is on these grounds that I account for the moral blight that descended upon us at the time of Nagasaki... The moral law has been broken... And so from innocent beginnings we arrive at Nagasaki. Without, so far as we know, ever having had to make a decision at all, we have assented to the doctrine of supremacy by force. We have turned to fighting Communism with her own weapons, and therefore we have lost not only our only hope of peace, but our own souls as well."

Cheshire divorced his wife, Constance Binney, in January 1951. He did not appear to have any serious relationships with women until he met Sue Ryder in 1955. As Richard K. Morris has pointed out: "Although their two charities differed in scope, there were concordances. Both had begun as spontaneous individual responses to immediate need, both were concerned with the relief of suffering, each laid paramount emphasis upon personal, voluntary sacrifice and each laid paramount emphasis upon personal, voluntary sacrifice and each had been fuelled by a Christian impulse."

The couple visited India in 1957. The following year they travelled to Germany together and discussed the possibility of some joint projects. In September 1958 they announced plans to open a home for the incurably ill in Poland, which would be run under a new Ryder-Cheshire Foundation. Cheshire later recalled: "We would have been happier still if our respective foundations.... had been able to merge. But they had each been in existence too long, each with their specific terms of reference and their own separate body of supporters, to make that possible."

The Foundation's aim was to take on projects which did not quite fall within the remit of either of their own larger foundations, Leonard Cheshire Disability and Sue Ryder Foundation. The first project was the Raphael Centre for lepers. Cheshire and Ryder had first encountered the lepers near Dehra Dun: "I am not quite sure how or by whom I was first told of the Dip, for one could well live in Dehra Dun half a lifetime and not really know that it existed. It was an unsavoury place on the south-western edge of the town that must once upon a time have been a largish quarry. An open drain ran through the middle of it and at the far end was a city refuse dump... From the road itself the Dip was out of sight. Indeed one would have to walk up to its edge and peer into it before realizing that it contained a cluster of little mud houses with beaten-out milk-powder tins for roofing, and that a hundred or more people actually lived in them.... I shall never forget my first impression of this little community, barricaded, as it were, from the rest of the town and yet in essence dust another section of the city itself, whose inhabitants were owed the same rights and privileges as everybody else... the sheer poverty of the tiny houses in which they lived was not very different from other shanty towns I had seen... But somehow the combination of such a degree of poverty with the fact of being ostracized had the effect of creating a common solidarity. Certainly I was not prepared for the extraordinary and spontaneous warmth of their welcome."

Cheshire asked Sue Ryder to marry him. As she recalled in her autobiography, Child of my Love (1986), at first she had doubts about the idea: "The work had meant my life, and nothing I felt should or could change this. How in the future could one combine both marriage and work? Moreover, even in normal circumstances, marriage inevitably brings great responsibilities - I had always felt that it was a gamble. Furthermore, the implications are so serious that it is wiser to remain single and work than to run the risk of an unhappy marriage. Comparatively few people prepare themselves for or are equal to sharing literally everything." They were married on 5th April 1959.

According to her biographer, Mark Pottle: "After an all too brief honeymoon in India they began their married life with an arduous joint fund-raising tour of Australia and New Zealand. Mother Teresa of Calcutta had once told them that they would find the sacrifices that marriage entailed worthwhile, and so it proved. Together they shared happiness, as well as the enormous demands placed upon them by their respective foundations, to which each was a willing martyr. On their return to Britain they lived in a small flat at Cavendish. A son and daughter were born in 1960 and 1962 but Ryder did not allow pregnancy to interrupt her work. She preferred action to delegation and was happiest when driving through the night to open a new home or deliver aid.... Small, thin, and neatly dressed, with characteristic headscarves, she seemed to have no interest in food... Her family background lent a grandeur to her manner that she never lost, in spite of the simplicity of her tastes and the frugality of her lifestyle. And behind the piety there was a lively character with a hint of flirtatiousness."

In 1985 Cheshire published The Light of Many Suns: The Meaning of the Bomb where he wrote about his involvement in the dropping of the atom bomb in Nagasaki. In November 1950 he wrote: "In point of fact the atom bomb did not influence the war one way or the other, for politically speaking the war was already over. What is more this was known to the Allies at the time... The argument that Hiroshima and Nagasaki were justifiable on the grounds they saved more lives than they destroyed is therefore invalid." He had now changed his mind and in his new book he argued: "To have to live with the horror which that single bomb caused is a harrowing experience and a source of great personal regret; but I find that the very fact of thinking about it immediately recalls the infinitely greater horror that the totality of the war up until that moment had constituted 55,000,000 killed and nobody knows how many maimed in one way or another for the rest of their lives. Then there is the further thought of the other millions who would have had to die, had the bomb not cut the war short."

Cheshire developed a close friendship with David Lean. As Richard K. Morris, the author of Cheshire (2000), has pointed out: "The relationship between Lean, the vehement atheist and veteran of six marriages; and Cheshire, the devout, frugal Catholic, looks strange. Yet there were affinities and similarities, and a mutual fascination. Lean was competitive, good with young people, a boy at heart who 'never grew up'. Some of the things said of him could be, or actually were, said of Cheshire as well. Lean, for instance, 'had this style of making you feel that when you were with him you were the only one who really mattered'. He did this with everybody, 'so it was quite hard to tell who he really liked'. Lean was 'amazed and fascinated by Cheshire's goodness... He and Leonard were crazy about each other.' They also shared a linearity of mind in relation to the important things they did. Both had an early love of the cinema and took delight in photography - its equipment, feel and touch, as well as results - and both were largely itinerant, lived out of suitcases and devoted to their work. Lean's atheism did not preclude an interest in religion, and they held long theological sparring matches, which Cheshire may have enjoyed as a means of honing his own thinking."

In 1980 Sue Ryder was created a life peer in recognition of being one of the greatest Christian charity workers of her time. Cheshire had been offered the same honour several times but did accept the Order of Merit in 1981. Eventually, on the advice of his good friend, Jack Ashley, he agreed to enter the House of Lords in order to provide a platform for his views.

Leonard Cheshire was not party political: for example, he criticised Margaret Thatcher when she introduced the Poll Tax and the relaxation of restrictions on Sunday trading but was a strong advocate of maintaining the nuclear deterrent during the 1980s, arguing that the alternative to nuclear deterrence would be conventional world war between the major powers. Writing in The Tablet (19th July 1986) he said: "No, I do not see the world as a safer place if nuclear weapons were disinvented – something that is impossible in any case. Conventional weapons deter only in a relative sense, by persuading the enemy that an attack will not succeed. Nuclear weapons deter in an absolute sense by threatening the immediate destruction of his homeland if he attacks. They do not, of course, prevent war between smaller nations; but what a giant step forward for mankind if we could be certain that world war had been banished to the tragic past."

Although he was never a pacifist, Cheshire campaigned passionately for world peace. He wrote in the Baptist Times: "Peace is not merely the absence of war.... Peace is the result, the priceless fruit, of justice. Without real justice and freedom - freedom under law - there is no peace. Justice, then, is the gateway to peace, and injustice, itself the first violence, is the dangerous slope that ends in confrontation and war." On another occasion he wrote: "The greatest affront to man's dignity, greater even that of the world's nuclear armouries, is our failure to act decisively against the poverty of developing nations."

In 1985 Cheshire was in dispute with trustee body of The Cheshire Homes for the Sick. Cheshire argued that their proposals "seemed to be based on the assumption that the foundation was moving towards being run by full-time professional staff, with the trustees responsible only for broad policy". He opposed this, predicting that it would lead to "a radical change in the foundation's way of working". Cheshire also predicted that this would increase costs and the foundation "would become more and more like the NHS or the social services".

Leonard Cheshire died on 31st July, 1992.