Sgt. Ross McLachlan's recollection from an interview many years after his Halifax was brought down:

McLachlan mentions that it was near Cologne that their bomber was attacked by two FW190s. A fragment from one of the shells fired by these night fighters hit his arm. At first he said he did not notice the wound. It was not until he saw the blood seeping on to his maps on his navigation table that he knew he had been hit.
He continued on telling how his pilot Sgt. George Neale struggled to gain control of the aircraft. That during the attacks the outer starboard engine had disintegrated after being hit. Then the starboard inner engine then caught fire. The bombs were jettisoned and with the two remaining engines not able to maintain the aircraft's altitude, Neale circled at around 10,000 feet looking for a place to land. (He forgot to mention that damage had been done to the Halifax's tail surfaces and fuselage and that after dropping the bombs they were unable to close the bomb doors.)
In his own words he said "Neale using all his skills, brought the aircraft safely down". He mentioned how Neale was thrown forward with the impact of the landing and through the open escape hatch.
At first light they split up into 2 escape groups leaving Jaffray and himself to destroy all the sensitive instruments and documents, maps and such. At 0530 the two made up a third group and walked west to Hemmen.
There they met a 15 year old boy, Bart Franken who worked at a local castle. He led the two men into a nearby orchard where locals were picking cherries. Sgt. McLachlan was by now in need of medical attention, after a breakfast of cherries they headed to Zetten to a local doctor. They became disoriented and unsure of the way to the doctor when they were overheard by one of the towns people.
As they discussed their situation in English a student of languages 16 year old Roelf Polman , could see the two were in trouble and agreed to be their translator. He then accompanied the two airmen to Dr. De Hully's offices.
There were concerns that the Germans might find out about the doctor helping the airmen without informing the authorities and reprisals by the German occupiers against the people of the town and their doctor would result. So it was agreed by McLachlan and Jaffray that the police be called.
The doctors concerns proved to be correct outside a large crowd had gathered, not only were they noticeable but they were singing the Dutch National Anthem, taunting the pro-German policeman Lassche when he arrived in answer to the doctor's call.

The local grocer Van Ijzendoom at some point handed Sgt. Jaffray a bag of oranges and said "These are the colour of our Queen's house- good luck. All this was strictly against regulations and at great risk to the grocer. Lassche the policeman knocked the oranges from Jaffray's hand. Van Ijzendoom picked them up and again handed the oranges to the airman and with a growl faced down the pro-German policeman.
As the crowd grew, Lassche and two Germans marched the two prisoners towards the bus stop. The crowds made it impossible to stay outside, so for the time being the captors and their prisoners awaited the Arnhem bus in a nearby kitchen. McLachlan remembers that the crowds almost rioted as they left for the German Police HQ at Arnhem.

At Arnhem German Police HQ they were soon reunited with three other members of the crew; Neale, Cleaver and Griffiths From here the five airmen were sent to Amsterdam for questioning. During a roll call the five found out that the two air gunners, McLeod and Kenwell who had been unknowingly in the cell next to them.
After spending a day in solitary confinement. On June 30th they all began the trip to Stalag Luft VI in East Prussia, where they arrived July 1st. From the writings in George Neale's diary they stayed close all during the confinement of camps.
All the men went through the harsh treatment and starvation rations that Stalag Luft VI and Camp 357 threw at them. For Jaffray the years took their toll, by the time he was liberated he weighted only 100 pounds. For "Ken" Kenwell the closing days of the in the camps and the nervous tension of the guards caused him to be shot by a guard who seemed to have gone berserk. A French POW, a doctor, gave his arm the medical aide he needed.