The 49 and 576 Squadron memorial is located on the edge of the airfield at the side of the Reepham to Fiskerton road and is adjacent to one of the old runways.
The land on which this memorial stands, was donated by the landowner Mr Stuffins. He sadly passed away in 2009.

One-hundred and seventeen Lancasters and their crews were lost flying from Fiskerton,either through enemy action or due to accidents.
The vital contribution made by Bomber Command to our eventual victory during the second world war, cannot be understated. Facing appalling dangers and hardships, over 55,000 British and Commonwealth aircrew did not survive the bombing campaign. This is almost 60% of the aircrew who took part. Of those who were flying at the start of hostilities, only one in ten survived the war and only one in four could expect to survive operations intact. New crews were expected to survive for five ops only which was about three short weeks. Some new crews never even had time to unpack before failing to return from their first operation. The chances of completing the "Tour" of 30 ops were slim.
Many more must have suffered both physically and mentally, not least the ground crews who cared for” their” Lancaster and crew only to suffer the distress when they failed to return.
Their sacrifice and the efforts of all those who were a part of Bomber Command was crucial to our success in winning the war. We owe them a huge debt of gratitude. We hope this website, in some small way, helps to keep alive the memory of that wartime sacrifice.
All Images and Text © RAF Fiskerton unless otherwise stated.
The Geoff Stuffins Memorial stone.
The Geoff Stuffins Memorial plaque
The 49 and 576 Squadron Memorial Area in
Fiskerton Church.
The Memorial stone remembering 49 and 576 Squadrons
These Two Poems from the Memorial kindly photographed by Mary Lynne Knill, whose father Flying Officer William Carland Johnston was a 576 Squadron Bombardier at Fiskerton
This, the stained glass window in the Bomber Command Chapel at Lincoln Cathedral
photographed by Mary Lynn Knill
Went the day well ?
We died and never knew.
But, well or ill,
Freedom, we died for you.

John Maxwell Edmonds
 (1875 – 1958)