Memoires of my father, Robert Templeton. Malta Siege The War Years 1941 to 1944. who served with the British Army in Malta during the Siege, 1941 to 1944.
The document recounts the author's memories of serving aboard the USS Lexington in August 1945 during World War II. On the night of August 13th, the author and fellow Marines heard a rumor that Japan wanted to surrender if they could keep their emperor. One of the Marines went to the radio room to verify this but found it crowded with officers, indicating something significant was happening. The group discussed the possibility of the war ending and going home. They hoped the rumor was true so they would not have to participate in an invasion of Japan's home islands, which they believed would result in intense resistance and heavy casualties.
The Island Of Doctor Moreau by H.G. WellsPicture Blogs
The document is a chapter summary for The Island of Doctor Moreau by H.G. Wells. It provides an overview of the first 3 chapters:
Chapter 1 introduces the narrator Edward Prendick and how he ended up adrift at sea after a shipwreck, surviving for 8 days on a lifeboat with two other men.
Chapter 2 details his rescue by a passing ship, the Ipecacuanha, and meeting its passenger Montgomery who nurses Prendick back to health and tells him about their destination.
Chapter 3 describes Prendick's unsettling encounter with a misshapen, hairy man who emerges from the ship's hatchway, his strange face deeply shocking Prend
This document provides an introduction and the beginning of the story from H.G. Wells' novel "The Island of Doctor Moreau". It describes how the narrator, Edward Prendick, survives a shipwreck and is picked up by a ship called the Ipecacuanha. On board, he meets the passenger Montgomery, who nurses Prendick back to health. Prendick begins to question Montgomery about their destination, but Montgomery remains evasive. They encounter a strangely misshapen man blocking their way on deck.
1) The document describes the author's experience being called up for military service in 1918 and being assigned to different regiments, including the Kings Royal Rifle Corps and Hertfordshire Yeomanry.
2) It details his training with the Hertfordshire Yeomanry, which involved drills, rifle training, and duties on bicycles rather than horses.
3) The author went on leave in June 1918 and returned to be informed he would be transferred to the 18th Hussars for service in France.
Edward Prendick finds himself rescued from a lifeboat and brought aboard a ship called the Ipecacuanha. He is attended to by the ship's doctor, Montgomery, who nurses Prendick back to health over the course of a day. Montgomery is evasive about where the ship is headed. Prendick later encounters a strangely deformed man on the ship who startles him with his unusual appearance.
Colonel Rowan was tasked by President McKinley with delivering an urgent message to General Garcia, a leader of Cuban insurgent forces. Rowan made the difficult journey from Washington D.C. to eastern Cuba, navigating various transportation methods and relying on local guides. After an arduous multi-day trip involving carriages, boats, and trekking through jungles, Rowan finally arrived at his destination and was able to deliver the important message from the President to General Garcia.
The Greatest Maritime Disaster in U.S. History!Bob Mayer
Near the end of the Civil War, the Sultana was loaded with former POWs, heading north on the Mississippi. What happened was the deadliest disaster in our history and completely preventable. What happened? How did greed play a role? And Lincoln?
1) The Andromeda was a 4-masted steel barque built in 1890 in Glasgow, Scotland that was wrecked off the coast of Cornwall, England in 1915.
2) Under the command of Captain James Deeks, the Andromeda departed Tacoma, Washington in September 1914 carrying a cargo of wheat for Britain.
3) In the early hours of February 13, 1915 near Falmouth harbor, the Andromeda dragged its anchors and went aground on rocks during a storm, resulting in the loss of one crew member. Most of the crew were rescued but the ship was a total loss.
The document recounts the author's memories of serving aboard the USS Lexington in August 1945 during World War II. On the night of August 13th, the author and fellow Marines heard a rumor that Japan wanted to surrender if they could keep their emperor. One of the Marines went to the radio room to verify this but found it crowded with officers, indicating something significant was happening. The group discussed the possibility of the war ending and going home. They hoped the rumor was true so they would not have to participate in an invasion of Japan's home islands, which they believed would result in intense resistance and heavy casualties.
The Island Of Doctor Moreau by H.G. WellsPicture Blogs
The document is a chapter summary for The Island of Doctor Moreau by H.G. Wells. It provides an overview of the first 3 chapters:
Chapter 1 introduces the narrator Edward Prendick and how he ended up adrift at sea after a shipwreck, surviving for 8 days on a lifeboat with two other men.
Chapter 2 details his rescue by a passing ship, the Ipecacuanha, and meeting its passenger Montgomery who nurses Prendick back to health and tells him about their destination.
Chapter 3 describes Prendick's unsettling encounter with a misshapen, hairy man who emerges from the ship's hatchway, his strange face deeply shocking Prend
This document provides an introduction and the beginning of the story from H.G. Wells' novel "The Island of Doctor Moreau". It describes how the narrator, Edward Prendick, survives a shipwreck and is picked up by a ship called the Ipecacuanha. On board, he meets the passenger Montgomery, who nurses Prendick back to health. Prendick begins to question Montgomery about their destination, but Montgomery remains evasive. They encounter a strangely misshapen man blocking their way on deck.
1) The document describes the author's experience being called up for military service in 1918 and being assigned to different regiments, including the Kings Royal Rifle Corps and Hertfordshire Yeomanry.
2) It details his training with the Hertfordshire Yeomanry, which involved drills, rifle training, and duties on bicycles rather than horses.
3) The author went on leave in June 1918 and returned to be informed he would be transferred to the 18th Hussars for service in France.
Edward Prendick finds himself rescued from a lifeboat and brought aboard a ship called the Ipecacuanha. He is attended to by the ship's doctor, Montgomery, who nurses Prendick back to health over the course of a day. Montgomery is evasive about where the ship is headed. Prendick later encounters a strangely deformed man on the ship who startles him with his unusual appearance.
Colonel Rowan was tasked by President McKinley with delivering an urgent message to General Garcia, a leader of Cuban insurgent forces. Rowan made the difficult journey from Washington D.C. to eastern Cuba, navigating various transportation methods and relying on local guides. After an arduous multi-day trip involving carriages, boats, and trekking through jungles, Rowan finally arrived at his destination and was able to deliver the important message from the President to General Garcia.
The Greatest Maritime Disaster in U.S. History!Bob Mayer
Near the end of the Civil War, the Sultana was loaded with former POWs, heading north on the Mississippi. What happened was the deadliest disaster in our history and completely preventable. What happened? How did greed play a role? And Lincoln?
1) The Andromeda was a 4-masted steel barque built in 1890 in Glasgow, Scotland that was wrecked off the coast of Cornwall, England in 1915.
2) Under the command of Captain James Deeks, the Andromeda departed Tacoma, Washington in September 1914 carrying a cargo of wheat for Britain.
3) In the early hours of February 13, 1915 near Falmouth harbor, the Andromeda dragged its anchors and went aground on rocks during a storm, resulting in the loss of one crew member. Most of the crew were rescued but the ship was a total loss.
The Mary Celeste was a British merchant brig found abandoned and drifting in the Atlantic Ocean on December 4, 1872 with no crew aboard. When discovered, the ship was intact with its cargo of alcohol untouched, but the crew of 10, including Captain Briggs, his wife, and daughter were missing without a trace. There are several theories for why the crew abandoned the ship, including alcohol fumes, natural disasters, piracy, or other unknown reasons, but the cause of their disappearance remains one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of the sea.
The Greatest Maritime Disaster in U.S. History!Bob Mayer
Near the end of the Civil War, the Sultana was loaded with former POWs, heading north on the Mississippi. What happened was the deadliest disaster in our history and completely preventable. What happened? How did greed play a role? And Lincoln?
The lieutenant and pale agent encounter an ancient man who claims to be a survivor of a secret long-forgotten war. He tells them that official histories are incomplete and omit key details. The lieutenant finds his worldview shaken and realizes he possesses mysterious intuitive gifts. He forms an uneasy alliance with the pale agent, hoping to learn more hidden truths. They climb an endless stairway and emerge at night, with the lieutenant wondering how much time has truly passed.
This document appears to be a track listing for an album or compilation titled "Word 2 Tha Mutha! Pt.1753" through Pt.1775. It lists over 20 tracks across the multi-part compilation, each with a title. The same artists are credited on each track listing. The document provides titles and attribution for a lengthy hip hop album or series.
The Sultana suffered the worst maritime disaster in U.S. history when three of its boilers exploded in 1865, killing around 1,700 Union soldiers who were passengers. The overloaded steamboat was carrying nearly 2,300 people, six times its capacity, as it traveled up the Mississippi River. When the boilers exploded near Memphis in the early morning hours, the ship split in two and sank within minutes, with only two lifeboats and 76 life preservers for the massive loss of life. Despite being such a catastrophic event, the sinking of the Sultana received little media coverage and attention at the time and has been largely forgotten by history books.
Buying Manitou was one of JFK's first presidential actions. Built in 1937, she was purchased by JFK in 1961 to serve as the presidential yacht, nicknamed the "Floating White House." However, after JFK's assassination she fell into disrepair until being restored by a syndicate of owners in the 2010s who have raced her successfully in the Mediterranean.
The document summarizes Joseph Conrad's short story "The Secret Sharer". It provides background on Conrad and discusses how the story is based on a real incident from the 1880s. It then summarizes the plot of the story, which involves a young captain who rescues a fugitive named Leggatt who is hiding from punishment. The captain feels a strong affinity for Leggatt and works to hide him on board, but eventually helps Leggatt escape to shore, defying his crew's protests.
15th Army Air Corps in WW II-Slide show destination~vienna-original versi…Kevin Edwards
The book "Destination Vienna" retraces a WWII mission from the perspective of a navigator, 2nd Lieutenant William W. Edwards, who flew with the 783rd Squadron of the 465th Bomb Group. It details Edwards' experience on a March 1945 mission to Vienna when their B-24 bomber was hit. The book provides historical context around the 465th Bomb Group's 166th mission and the events leading up to the "Vienna" mission. It is based on Edwards' own accounts and chronicles the courage and sacrifices of the 10-man crew.
David Jean-Baptiste spent four periods of time living in New York City, including in Montclair, New Jersey and Brooklyn. He connected with many jazz musicians like David Murray and played with groups such as the Mingus Big Band. Jean-Baptiste enjoyed the vibrant jazz scene in New York City and had opportunities to perform at famous clubs. He formed friendships with other musicians who helped introduce him to new connections and performance opportunities in the city.
This document summarizes the life history of Mrs. E. White Guthrie. It describes how she and her father left London, England in 1852 to travel to Zion (Utah) after joining the Mormon church. They took a ship from Liverpool to New Orleans, then traveled up the Missouri River by steamship and overland by wagon train. The journey across the plains was difficult due to encounters with the Sioux Indians who would demand food from the travelers. The document provides background on her early life and the details of her family's immigration to Utah to join the Mormon faith.
15th Army Air Corps-Glenn Miller- World War II slide show Kevin Edwards
The book "Destination Vienna" retraces a WWII mission from the perspective of a navigator, 2nd Lieutenant William W. Edwards, who was serving with the 783rd Squadron of the 465th Bomb Group. It details Edwards' experience on a March 1945 mission to Vienna when their B-24 bomber was hit. The book provides historical context around the 465th Bomb Group's 166th mission and the events leading up to the "Vienna" mission. It is based on Edwards' own accounts and chronicles what happened to his crew. The book is dedicated to Edwards and his crew who risked their lives on bombing missions over Europe.
Fantasy Book Union of Renegades 3-Chapter PreviewTracy Falbe
The Rys Chronicles begin in Union of Renegades with this character-rich adventure that follows Dreibrand Veta, an ambitious warrior who seeks to rebuild his noble family’s fortune. He joins the powerful rys spellcaster Shan, whose race possesses magical powers. Onja, the rys Queen, rules many human kingdoms as their Goddess. Her wicked tyranny disgusts Shan and he desires to seize the rys throne.
The third renegade is Miranda. After escaping from her abusive slave master, she becomes a crucial player in Shan’s bid for power. To weaken Onja, Shan raises rebellion among her human subjects and gathers allies to his cause. Shan demonstrates his magic in battle and convinces his followers that the fearsome rys Queen can be overthrown. For over two thousand years Onja has ruled, but now, not even fear of her ability to enslave souls will stop her ambitious enemies.
The document is a retelling of Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It introduces Professor Aronnax, who is invited to join a US Navy expedition to capture a mysterious sea creature. Aronnax, his assistant Conseil, and harpooner Ned Land are thrown overboard during an encounter with the creature and discover it is actually a high-tech submarine called the Nautilus, commanded by the wealthy and mysterious Captain Nemo. Captain Nemo takes them prisoner aboard the Nautilus and gives them a tour of the advanced submarine, explaining how it works and is powered to travel
Formerly called "Andy's Story - Too much for a lifetime", the book was re-published under a new title and cover, to better reflect its contents of a life, one man should not have survived to tell his story. Against All Odds takes you on a worldwide adventure filled with unexpected events, impossible and sometimes life-threatening situations including romance, tragedy, being shot at and ambushed, voodoo, cholera, Venezuelan riots, oil site evacuations, attempted murder escape from a crazed Kazakh psychopath, the KGB and more!
Real life and factual day by day accounts of adventures beginning in South Africa and carrying on to Iran, Saudi Arabia, Venezuela, Pakistan, Libya, France, Tunisia, South Korea, Singapore, Japan, China, Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, Abu Dhabi, Kazakhstan, Ghana, Togo, Benin, Nigeria, Qatar, Iraq and the Caribbean to name but a few.
Against All Odds is a factual account of events, some of which the author should not have survived. Names were changed in the manuscript for the authors own protection including the Caribbean island, off the coast of Venezuela where the voodoo took place.
Concealing the flow of blood still running down his neck soaking into his cloths from an attempted murder done to him in Kazakhstan, and his miraculous escape avoiding the Kazakh KGB, he travelled back to his home on the Caribbean island to confront the voodoo priestess house sitting for him.
Unbeknown to him at the time, his troubles were far from over, which became the main influence in inspiring this amazing true-life story.
Chapters 1 - 19 detail the author's global travels in a most detailed and entertaining manner, but from chapter 20 onwards events really begin to heat up which inspired Lawrence Koster to write a screenplay for a two hour Hollywood movie.
About the Author:
Originally from Swansea, Wales, UK, he is an innovative chartered professional in the oil & gas industries. He has in-depth knowledge of LNG plants, upstream and downstream oil & gas facilities, storage tanks, cross country, desert and subsea pipelines and explains events in over 24 countries, some of which he should not have survived.
“Anyone can read a map, but it’s the choice of which path one follows that makes the difference.” R. A. Lang 2014.
The Haunted Files Case 4, The RMS Queen MaryCharlie
I talk about the haunting of the RMS Queen Mary and also go over the history of the ocean liner and possible reasons for why people believe it to be haunted or why it may actually be haunted.
The document appears to be a newsletter from "The Scott Laind Times" that covers various topics related to William Shakespeare's Macbeth. The main stories discussed include:
1. Rumors that Lady Macbeth has been struggling with depression and insomnia, which may have contributed to her suicide.
2. Speculation that Malcolm and Macduff have developed a romantic relationship in their efforts to defeat Macbeth and put Malcolm on the Scottish throne.
3. Gossip about a poll on whether Macbeth or Duncan wore the crown better.
This document summarizes the story of Douglas Brent Hegdahl, a young man from South Dakota who joined the Navy in 1966 with the goal of visiting Australia. He ended up serving aboard the USS Canberra off the coast of Vietnam. One morning, he fell overboard and spent over 12 hours in the South China Sea before being rescued by Vietnamese fishermen. He was then held as a prisoner of war in North Vietnam for over 2 years, where he used his wit and intelligence to survive interrogation and torture.
This book of poetry contains over 30 poems on various topics such as war, nature, history, and human behavior. The poems are short, ranging from 3 to 10 lines each. They use simple language and rhyme to convey messages about the destructiveness of war, the beauty of nature, and the human tendency towards greed and destruction. Overall, the book provides a collection of short, rhyming poems on an eclectic range of subjects.
This document reports on the passing of retired Lieutenant General Arif Bangash and provides recollections and tributes about his distinguished military career and character. It describes how as a young officer, Gen. Bangash appreciated criticism of a military exercise, reordered the exercise, and ensured fair treatment of the criticizing officers. It also notes a traumatic incident where Gen. Bangash forgave the accidental killer of his young son. Throughout his career, Gen. Bangash was praised as a blunt but outstanding commander who inspired great respect and loyalty. Comments pay tribute to his exemplary leadership and express condolences on his passing.
This document summarizes the opening chapter of Edgar Rice Burroughs' 1918 science fiction novel "The Land That Time Forgot". It describes how the narrator finds a manuscript in a thermos bottle detailing the experiences of its author. The author was on a ship torpedoed by a German U-boat, and he and a woman were among the few survivors drifting at sea. They are stranded together on a lifeboat, where they begin getting to know each other as they search the horizon for any signs of rescue.
This document provides a summary of events from World War II, including memories from the author's mother. It discusses the sinking of the HMS Hood by the German battleship Bismarck in 1941, the role of aircraft carriers and Swordfish planes in crippling the Bismarck, and the subsequent sinking of the Bismarck by British battleships. It also covers the sinking of the Prince of Wales and Repulse by Japanese aircraft in 1941 without air protection, and perspectives on the war in the Pacific after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
The Mary Celeste was a British merchant brig found abandoned and drifting in the Atlantic Ocean on December 4, 1872 with no crew aboard. When discovered, the ship was intact with its cargo of alcohol untouched, but the crew of 10, including Captain Briggs, his wife, and daughter were missing without a trace. There are several theories for why the crew abandoned the ship, including alcohol fumes, natural disasters, piracy, or other unknown reasons, but the cause of their disappearance remains one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of the sea.
The Greatest Maritime Disaster in U.S. History!Bob Mayer
Near the end of the Civil War, the Sultana was loaded with former POWs, heading north on the Mississippi. What happened was the deadliest disaster in our history and completely preventable. What happened? How did greed play a role? And Lincoln?
The lieutenant and pale agent encounter an ancient man who claims to be a survivor of a secret long-forgotten war. He tells them that official histories are incomplete and omit key details. The lieutenant finds his worldview shaken and realizes he possesses mysterious intuitive gifts. He forms an uneasy alliance with the pale agent, hoping to learn more hidden truths. They climb an endless stairway and emerge at night, with the lieutenant wondering how much time has truly passed.
This document appears to be a track listing for an album or compilation titled "Word 2 Tha Mutha! Pt.1753" through Pt.1775. It lists over 20 tracks across the multi-part compilation, each with a title. The same artists are credited on each track listing. The document provides titles and attribution for a lengthy hip hop album or series.
The Sultana suffered the worst maritime disaster in U.S. history when three of its boilers exploded in 1865, killing around 1,700 Union soldiers who were passengers. The overloaded steamboat was carrying nearly 2,300 people, six times its capacity, as it traveled up the Mississippi River. When the boilers exploded near Memphis in the early morning hours, the ship split in two and sank within minutes, with only two lifeboats and 76 life preservers for the massive loss of life. Despite being such a catastrophic event, the sinking of the Sultana received little media coverage and attention at the time and has been largely forgotten by history books.
Buying Manitou was one of JFK's first presidential actions. Built in 1937, she was purchased by JFK in 1961 to serve as the presidential yacht, nicknamed the "Floating White House." However, after JFK's assassination she fell into disrepair until being restored by a syndicate of owners in the 2010s who have raced her successfully in the Mediterranean.
The document summarizes Joseph Conrad's short story "The Secret Sharer". It provides background on Conrad and discusses how the story is based on a real incident from the 1880s. It then summarizes the plot of the story, which involves a young captain who rescues a fugitive named Leggatt who is hiding from punishment. The captain feels a strong affinity for Leggatt and works to hide him on board, but eventually helps Leggatt escape to shore, defying his crew's protests.
15th Army Air Corps in WW II-Slide show destination~vienna-original versi…Kevin Edwards
The book "Destination Vienna" retraces a WWII mission from the perspective of a navigator, 2nd Lieutenant William W. Edwards, who flew with the 783rd Squadron of the 465th Bomb Group. It details Edwards' experience on a March 1945 mission to Vienna when their B-24 bomber was hit. The book provides historical context around the 465th Bomb Group's 166th mission and the events leading up to the "Vienna" mission. It is based on Edwards' own accounts and chronicles the courage and sacrifices of the 10-man crew.
David Jean-Baptiste spent four periods of time living in New York City, including in Montclair, New Jersey and Brooklyn. He connected with many jazz musicians like David Murray and played with groups such as the Mingus Big Band. Jean-Baptiste enjoyed the vibrant jazz scene in New York City and had opportunities to perform at famous clubs. He formed friendships with other musicians who helped introduce him to new connections and performance opportunities in the city.
This document summarizes the life history of Mrs. E. White Guthrie. It describes how she and her father left London, England in 1852 to travel to Zion (Utah) after joining the Mormon church. They took a ship from Liverpool to New Orleans, then traveled up the Missouri River by steamship and overland by wagon train. The journey across the plains was difficult due to encounters with the Sioux Indians who would demand food from the travelers. The document provides background on her early life and the details of her family's immigration to Utah to join the Mormon faith.
15th Army Air Corps-Glenn Miller- World War II slide show Kevin Edwards
The book "Destination Vienna" retraces a WWII mission from the perspective of a navigator, 2nd Lieutenant William W. Edwards, who was serving with the 783rd Squadron of the 465th Bomb Group. It details Edwards' experience on a March 1945 mission to Vienna when their B-24 bomber was hit. The book provides historical context around the 465th Bomb Group's 166th mission and the events leading up to the "Vienna" mission. It is based on Edwards' own accounts and chronicles what happened to his crew. The book is dedicated to Edwards and his crew who risked their lives on bombing missions over Europe.
Fantasy Book Union of Renegades 3-Chapter PreviewTracy Falbe
The Rys Chronicles begin in Union of Renegades with this character-rich adventure that follows Dreibrand Veta, an ambitious warrior who seeks to rebuild his noble family’s fortune. He joins the powerful rys spellcaster Shan, whose race possesses magical powers. Onja, the rys Queen, rules many human kingdoms as their Goddess. Her wicked tyranny disgusts Shan and he desires to seize the rys throne.
The third renegade is Miranda. After escaping from her abusive slave master, she becomes a crucial player in Shan’s bid for power. To weaken Onja, Shan raises rebellion among her human subjects and gathers allies to his cause. Shan demonstrates his magic in battle and convinces his followers that the fearsome rys Queen can be overthrown. For over two thousand years Onja has ruled, but now, not even fear of her ability to enslave souls will stop her ambitious enemies.
The document is a retelling of Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It introduces Professor Aronnax, who is invited to join a US Navy expedition to capture a mysterious sea creature. Aronnax, his assistant Conseil, and harpooner Ned Land are thrown overboard during an encounter with the creature and discover it is actually a high-tech submarine called the Nautilus, commanded by the wealthy and mysterious Captain Nemo. Captain Nemo takes them prisoner aboard the Nautilus and gives them a tour of the advanced submarine, explaining how it works and is powered to travel
Formerly called "Andy's Story - Too much for a lifetime", the book was re-published under a new title and cover, to better reflect its contents of a life, one man should not have survived to tell his story. Against All Odds takes you on a worldwide adventure filled with unexpected events, impossible and sometimes life-threatening situations including romance, tragedy, being shot at and ambushed, voodoo, cholera, Venezuelan riots, oil site evacuations, attempted murder escape from a crazed Kazakh psychopath, the KGB and more!
Real life and factual day by day accounts of adventures beginning in South Africa and carrying on to Iran, Saudi Arabia, Venezuela, Pakistan, Libya, France, Tunisia, South Korea, Singapore, Japan, China, Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, Abu Dhabi, Kazakhstan, Ghana, Togo, Benin, Nigeria, Qatar, Iraq and the Caribbean to name but a few.
Against All Odds is a factual account of events, some of which the author should not have survived. Names were changed in the manuscript for the authors own protection including the Caribbean island, off the coast of Venezuela where the voodoo took place.
Concealing the flow of blood still running down his neck soaking into his cloths from an attempted murder done to him in Kazakhstan, and his miraculous escape avoiding the Kazakh KGB, he travelled back to his home on the Caribbean island to confront the voodoo priestess house sitting for him.
Unbeknown to him at the time, his troubles were far from over, which became the main influence in inspiring this amazing true-life story.
Chapters 1 - 19 detail the author's global travels in a most detailed and entertaining manner, but from chapter 20 onwards events really begin to heat up which inspired Lawrence Koster to write a screenplay for a two hour Hollywood movie.
About the Author:
Originally from Swansea, Wales, UK, he is an innovative chartered professional in the oil & gas industries. He has in-depth knowledge of LNG plants, upstream and downstream oil & gas facilities, storage tanks, cross country, desert and subsea pipelines and explains events in over 24 countries, some of which he should not have survived.
“Anyone can read a map, but it’s the choice of which path one follows that makes the difference.” R. A. Lang 2014.
The Haunted Files Case 4, The RMS Queen MaryCharlie
I talk about the haunting of the RMS Queen Mary and also go over the history of the ocean liner and possible reasons for why people believe it to be haunted or why it may actually be haunted.
The document appears to be a newsletter from "The Scott Laind Times" that covers various topics related to William Shakespeare's Macbeth. The main stories discussed include:
1. Rumors that Lady Macbeth has been struggling with depression and insomnia, which may have contributed to her suicide.
2. Speculation that Malcolm and Macduff have developed a romantic relationship in their efforts to defeat Macbeth and put Malcolm on the Scottish throne.
3. Gossip about a poll on whether Macbeth or Duncan wore the crown better.
This document summarizes the story of Douglas Brent Hegdahl, a young man from South Dakota who joined the Navy in 1966 with the goal of visiting Australia. He ended up serving aboard the USS Canberra off the coast of Vietnam. One morning, he fell overboard and spent over 12 hours in the South China Sea before being rescued by Vietnamese fishermen. He was then held as a prisoner of war in North Vietnam for over 2 years, where he used his wit and intelligence to survive interrogation and torture.
This book of poetry contains over 30 poems on various topics such as war, nature, history, and human behavior. The poems are short, ranging from 3 to 10 lines each. They use simple language and rhyme to convey messages about the destructiveness of war, the beauty of nature, and the human tendency towards greed and destruction. Overall, the book provides a collection of short, rhyming poems on an eclectic range of subjects.
This document reports on the passing of retired Lieutenant General Arif Bangash and provides recollections and tributes about his distinguished military career and character. It describes how as a young officer, Gen. Bangash appreciated criticism of a military exercise, reordered the exercise, and ensured fair treatment of the criticizing officers. It also notes a traumatic incident where Gen. Bangash forgave the accidental killer of his young son. Throughout his career, Gen. Bangash was praised as a blunt but outstanding commander who inspired great respect and loyalty. Comments pay tribute to his exemplary leadership and express condolences on his passing.
This document summarizes the opening chapter of Edgar Rice Burroughs' 1918 science fiction novel "The Land That Time Forgot". It describes how the narrator finds a manuscript in a thermos bottle detailing the experiences of its author. The author was on a ship torpedoed by a German U-boat, and he and a woman were among the few survivors drifting at sea. They are stranded together on a lifeboat, where they begin getting to know each other as they search the horizon for any signs of rescue.
This document provides a summary of events from World War II, including memories from the author's mother. It discusses the sinking of the HMS Hood by the German battleship Bismarck in 1941, the role of aircraft carriers and Swordfish planes in crippling the Bismarck, and the subsequent sinking of the Bismarck by British battleships. It also covers the sinking of the Prince of Wales and Repulse by Japanese aircraft in 1941 without air protection, and perspectives on the war in the Pacific after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
The myth of the Flying Dutchman originates from 17th century Dutch folklore of a ghost ship doomed to sail the oceans forever. It is believed to have begun with a real Dutch ship that sank off the Cape of Good Hope in 1641. Many reported sightings of the ship occurred in the 19th and 20th centuries near the Cape of Good Hope. Explanations for sightings include optical effects like mirages that could make a real ship appear elevated in the air. The legend has inspired many cultural adaptations in art, literature, video games and amusement parks.
1) The protagonist boards a ship from England that is torpedoed by a German U-boat, which was built in his family's shipyard. 2) He jumps into the sea with his dog and is rescued in a lifeboat, where he saves an unconscious girl named Lys La Rue. 3) They spend a cold night adrift at sea, holding each other for warmth until they see smoke on the horizon from an allied vessel.
The document provides details about the Normandy Landings at Gold Beach on June 6, 1944 from two primary sources. [1] The first source describes the difficult landing from a British infantryman's perspective, having to scramble off his landing craft into deep water amidst heavy naval bombardment and traffic. They struggled through the water to reach the beach, surprised the enemy had been taken off guard in that sector. [2] The second source is from a British gunner and describes the chaotic and improvised nature of his landing via tank landing craft (TLC). Upon reaching the beach, two jeeps sank upon driving off the ramp but they were able to alter course and safely land in only a few inches of water. Both
A Collection of Sea Stories by M. Kenneth MillerRobert L
This document is the dedication and acknowledgements section of a book titled "A Collection of Sea Stories" by M. Kenneth Miller. It thanks his wife Rosemary for editing the book and acknowledges the assistance of his sons, former shipmates, and brother-in-law in helping him write and edit the stories. It also thanks his family for celebrating his 50th wedding anniversary, which provided motivation to finalize the sea stories.
This document is an excerpt from the novel Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. It introduces the main character, Jim Hawkins, and establishes the setting of the Admiral Benbow Inn. Jim describes the mysterious boarder who comes to the inn, a tall man with a sea-faring background who calls himself "Captain". The Captain hangs around the inn and frightens the locals with his stories of piracy. Tensions rise until the Captain threatens the town doctor with a knife, setting up an early conflict in the story.
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4. Robert (Bob) Templeton
Private R. Templeton 7386474
Royal Army Medical Corps (RAMC)
28th
November 1919 – 28th
January 1993
Stewarton, Ayrshire, Scotland.
Married: Madge Thomson.
2 daughters: Marjorie and Susan.
5.
6. Preface
I wrote my Wartime Story while off work with a bad foot,
around about 1975.
It is written totally from memory or recall which I suppose is the
same thing.
Everything depicted is as I honestly remember it, although
distance lends enhancement. You could diary of a Nobody.
As my family know I am a great one for nostalgia and at times
the war era is unbearably nostalgic to me. Golden days of one’s
youth I suppose.
O tell us all
about a poet once wrote
I will try to tell all
about my war,
however ordinary it may
be. This will be
In F. ???? -
War time memories
of an ordinary solider
caught up in the Second
W War.
7.
8. … occasion we all had a big night on the booze. Later in the
evening the whole unit spent the night in the large church hall
where we all sat round in our full kit with kitbags beside us.
It was a most memorable night. Some of the fellows struck up
with community singing, two Yorkshiremen gave an excellent
rendering of ‘’That Coal Black Mammy of Mine’’ and a foolish
Scotsman named Mackintosh, a religious fanatic, got into the
act by saying a prayer.
There was a great sense of accession, everyone felt sentimental,
and we were all sailing away to an unknown destination the
next day; we might never return!
Next day we thundered up through the north of England to
Clydeside. We passed through Stewarton (my home town in
Ayrshire), sleeping in its green fields; from the viaduct it looked
so small and green and rural. I pointed out my house to some of
the chaps and dropped a letter on to the railway line which was
later delivered to my mother. This could have been a serious
offence if detected. Big Davie Marchbanks, the porter, found
the letter on the line.
9.
10. We eventually boarded the troopship Clan Ferguson and
watched the dockers completing their work. One patriotic chap
seemed to be taking boxes of Cadbury’s chocolate off the boat
rather than on!
We eventually sailed down The Clyde watched by disinterested
shipyard workers. Danny McManus could see into his living
room window from the ship, but Nellie was not there.
Sailing down The Clyde brought it really home to me; this was it;
this was for real; would I ever come back again? It was a pretty
desolate feeling.
However as the ship got underway we began to have plenty to
occupy our time. We were crammed in the bowels of the ship in
a disgraceful but necessary manner; a slave ship comparison.
We were all issued with hammocks and it was a fight to get a
place. People slept under the tables, on top of the tables, and
on hammocks above the tables. The food was lousy. I’m sure
that the Bounty was palatial compared with the Clan Ferguson.
Toilets were very few. There was a row
11.
12. of 3 or 5 for all the hundreds of Army and RAF personnel on
board. So you stood your turn in the unending queue and
waited till someone rose and you took your place on the warm
seat. Eskimo Nell. There was no privacy.
In the event of enemy action I was allocated a job as Medical
Orderly which allowed me to remain on deck. A lot of good I
could have done, I didn’t know the first thing about it. Still! It
was preferable to being sealed down in that floating coffin with
all the other troops. The orders were that in the event of enemy
action all troops were to be battened down below; way below
the waterline! We used to sit playing pontoon, looking through
the portholes at green water; no sea, or sky. We would have no
chance if a torpedo struck.
Our convoy was very well protected. We had the Prince of
Wales, the Nelson, the Ark Royal and many other ships of the
line.
I think this
13.
14. was one of the last great displays of naval power.
It made one proud to be British. This was the mighty
unbeatable Navy. Little did I know that Marine Alex Gillies from
Stewarton was on one of the ships.
Incidentally on the first day out it was announced that we were
heading for the beleaguered island of Malta. This gave me
another apprehensive shudder, as I remembered that Malta had
recently been heavily bombed from the air. I didn’t like the
sound of it. I also remembered that Willie Fulton from
Stewarton was on Malta.
During the voyage we did a lot of zig zagging to avoid U Boats.
One day a Corvette came skimming through the water and an
officer announced through a megaphone that we were being
trailed by a German plane which no doubt was relaying the gen
to his pals beneath the waves.
15.
16. Anyway, we eventually sailed on through the glorious blue
Mediterranean and some of us managed to get severely
sunburned. We badly misjudged the heat of the sun having
detoured near the coast of Africa to avoid U Boats.
For the first time in my life I indulged in boxing as a sport. There
was a little fellow in the RAF with a Jimmy Edwards moustache
who was a keep fit fanatic and a good boxer. I sparred with him
and we discussed Athletics generally for a long time. In civilian
life he was a Pondmaster at a swimming pool. I mention this
chap for a reason. After the war, some five years since our
shipboard discussions and boxing lessons, I spotted him doing
his Pondmaster act at Troon pool. I was persuaded to approach
him for old times’ sake, but he had no memory of me.
Not a clue who I was. You get people like that!
17.
18. Two days before we entered the Grand Harbour at Valetta, I
was boxing with my pal Jimmy Paterson, a big beefy chap from
Kirkcaldy. I ran into a stiff straight left, and my upper lip split
right up to the nose, as if a zip fastener had opened. I felt it
zipping open! The pain was sickening and that ended my boxing
for a while. My lip was badly swollen when I entered Malta. I
began to realise that boxing is a man’s game.
On the day before we arrived in Malta the ‘balloon went up’.
We were immediately called to action stations. The troops were
battened down, the deck parties prepared for action, and
eventually we saw the Italian torpedo bombers coming in from
the right of the convoy, from the island of Pantelleria. Maybe it
was because they were Italian, but they were doomed from the
start. The fire power of the Ark Royal was fantastic; surely this
was an invincible ship.
19.
20. The Nelson and Prince of Wales were equally impressive. We
shot down 8 to 10 Italian torpedo bombers in this one and only
attack, which might have lasted an hour!
I watched the planes approach the convoy and could see the ‘tin
fish’ (aerial torpedoes) hitting the water and making for us. At
the time it was more thrilling than frightening. I remember a
naval officer shouting instructions with not the least sign of
fear; more enthusiasm! One by one the battered bombers slid
into the silver Med. One in its death throws crossed our stern
only 40 yards away in a shallow descent into the water. Our
Lewis Gunner who I was standing beside fired bursts of fire into
the plane, all the while cursing and swearing in near hysteria. I
could see the pilot sitting motionless with his brown leather
helmet on; as tracer bullets entered the cockpit. The plane met
the waves and that was the end of it.
21.
22. There was no question of hanging around for survivors.
The planes had come from Pantellaria, an island near Malta.
Actually we were very lucky. The only damage I can recall during
this attack was a torpedo hit on the Nelson which carried on
and was later made seaworthy again in Gibraltar. Actually we
were very lucky to get through to Malta so easily. This was the
last convoy to get through the Med. without widespread
decimation. The Luftwaffe took over and from then on it was a
murderous stretch of water, equalled only by the Arctic route.
The old Clan Ferguson kept coming through in future convoys
until it met its inevitable fate. (I read about it later. It vanished
in a matter of seconds).
http://www.wrecksite.eu/wreck.aspx?31334 .
I often think that the sailors on those ships were on a delayed
death sentence. No praise can be too high for them.
I wonder if that officers store of courage was expendable?
Next morning we saw the faint outline of Malta on the horizon.
The realisation of what we had been through came home to me,
and I was very relieved to sail into the Grand Harbour.
23.
24. I remember feeling sorry for the Merchant Seaman who would
soon be retracing their steps to run the gauntlet again. It was
quite a war for these fellows.
On arrival in Malta we discovered that one of the merchant
ships carrying half of our unit had been torpedoed during the
night. However the fellows had all been taken off by a
destroyer, prior to the ship sinking.
When there was still a possibility of the ship making port,
volunteers were called for to stay aboard, and some very
unlikely fellows volunteered. It turned out that most of them
were prepared to risk their lives for the possibility of a bit of
looting; rich pickings.
On disembarking in Malta’s magnificent Grand Harbour, we
were taken inland for the rest of that day to a large building
which had been a leper colony. I remember that peaceful
Mediterranean evening with the sun setting over the water.
I was to see many of them!
25.
26. I had a drink that night with two garrison soldiers; members of
the Royal West Kent Regiment. They were real soldiers; they
had served before the war in Palestine and as one of them said
wistfully,
‘How is England looking? We haven’t been there for five years’.
They were cheese cutters and had waxed moustaches. They
were real elite troops, right out of Kipling. The defenders of the
island were the Royal West Kents and the Royal Irish Fusiliers –
two regular mobs. Tough characters they were, and I am sure
they would have put up a helluva fight if invasion had ever
come. Of course we also had a lot of artillery and some really
big guns which could keep the Italian fleet at a safe distance.
Next day we were moved to St. Andrew Barracks where we
were to be stationed for a year or thereby. These were regular
Army barracks which no doubt have held generations of British
troops.
27.
28. We took over some simple stone buildings which were to form
the nucleus of a General Hospital.
It transpired that Malta was not ready for the 39th
(Br) General
Hospital; we had a few months of hanging about doing very
little.
Eventually the Royal Engineers appeared on the scene, and our
hospital began to take shape.
During this time the man who knew what he wanted was
Lieutenant Colonel Mayne, our head surgeon and a well-known
specialist in London.
http://www.maltaramc.com/ramcoff/m/maynecf.html
Col. Maine discovered that I was a trainee architect and
immediately collared me to interpret his wishes. So it was that
certain wards, a pathological laboratory, etc. were designed by
Col. Mayne and Private Templeton and built by the Royal
Engineers’ Maltese stone-masons. I enjoyed this job as I was
more or less my own boss, much to the annoyance of Staff Sgt
Philpotts. Later on I was to be thankful for my association with
Col. Mayne.
The old barracks were converted to a holiday Complex in 1980-
the Barracks which died of shame.
( S.C.M. I have no idea what my father means here).
29.
30. There was quite a bit of enemy action over the island. The
Italian planes used to come in at a very high altitude, drop their
bombs and depart hurriedly.
The Artillery gunners were very adept at shooting down planes.
I remember watching 3 planes coming in at high level in perfect
formation. They were shot down like sitting ducks, one after the
other. We used to stand out in the open and watch the planes
going over; no one seemed to be frightened at that time. It was
more curiosity! The fear was to come later.
We were really having a great time with any amounts of
swimming and football, and visits to the cinema and pubs of
Sliema and Valetta.
At this point there was no ‘siege’ and a good if pedestrian meal
of tomatoes, egg and chips followed by large pancakes could be
bought in Valetta.
There was a little Maltese bar, Jessie’s Bar, near the football
field where we used to drink ‘Ambit’ the extremely acid and
potent Maltese wine. I always claimed that this wine gave me
rheumatism of the shoulder. It was vicious stuff but the RIF’s
(Royal Irish Fusiliers) could drink it like water.
31.
32. We were now functioning as a hospital and I was Clerk to the
company officer, in charge of Part 1 orders for the troops. Part
1 orders were all the daily orders typed out for the troops and
pinned on the notice board at tea time. Those orders told who
was on duty for the next day, the football team and who we
were playing, any military information which was to be passed
on to the Troops etc. Those orders were typed, two fingerstyle,
on an ancient Military British Olivier Typewriter. The machine
was heavy but extremely durable.
All the army establishments at St Andrews such as the NAAFI
were very reminiscent of Victoria’s reign. One had the feeling of
being in one of the outposts of the Empire; a lot of the regular
troops and their families did nothing to lessen this impression.
They seemed a very unimaginative lot sitting at their beer
stained tables playing their military game, “Housey Housey”.For
the first time I heard the well-known phrases ‘’by itself, number
one, all the eights, 88 etc. Later on of course “Bingo” was to
become a way of life in post-war Britain.
33.
34. It is impossible to deal in chronological order with the events; I
am beginning to leave things out already! There is also a
temptation to look through rose-tinted spectacles at the past so
I must resist this temptation and try to be accurate.
Enemy action soon became much more frequent and the strain
began to show. We all suffered from hellish homesickness and I
remember sitting many evenings looking out over the sea and
wondering if I would ever see Britain again. At this time the war
in the desert was not going well. The whole of the African coast,
the whole European coastline up to Spain, Italy and Sicily were
all in AXIS hands. Malta was sitting there, just off the toe of
Italy, 60 miles from the Luftwaffe airfields in Sicily, surrounded
by thousands of miles of enemy territory.
Kesselring ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Kesselring)
had arrived to bomb Malta into submission. It seems ridiculous
that we survived on an island the size of Arran. As Lord Haw
Haw (http://www.bbc.co.uk/archive/hawhaw/) said in his usual
style “We have 40,000 British prisoners feeding themselves in
Malta”.
35.
36. Some of the Soldiers were beginning to show the strain; there
were not many spectators now for enemy aircraft, everyone
scurried to shelters.
A new medical term appeared ‘’Anxiety Neurosis’’ and a lot of
chaps fell by the wayside. Some developed an intense
melancholy! One of my cronies, Jock Spence, a cook, developed
this melancholy for a long while; he just walked around with his
head down and did not acknowledge anyone. The wee chap
Johnny O'Shea, who had a harmonised so beautifully on ‘’That
Cool Black Mamma of Mine’’ back in Leeds on embarkation
night, developed a queer walk; he took three steps, stopped,
pulled down his Battle dress tunic at the back, did the same at
the front, carried on for a further three paces and then
repeated the procedure. He was admitted to hospital and later
discharged; I am sure that he never fully recovered his sanity.
There was Tommy Atkinson from Doncaster, great raconteur
and reciter of bawdy poetry.
Tommy was grey haired when he
37.
38. he joined the army and was frightened out of his wits long
before demob. Any aeroplane, friend or enemy, made Tommy
run for his life. I once saw him careering down a rocky slope
because a Hurricane was flying over; there was no air raid on at
that time. It didn't matter what plane it was.
There was another, Henry Fletcher, who never took his clothes
off, so that he was ready for instant flight when the siren
sounded. Atkinson followed the same procedure.
By April 1941 when Kesselring tried to sink the island with
bombs almost everyone was “bomb happy” - everyone’s ration
of courage had been expended; some much quicker than
others.
During evening raids there was always supposed to be a ‘Fire
Piquet’ on duty. This consisted of a Lance Corporal and 5
privates who were to guard the empty barracks while all the
others spent the duration of the raid in underground shelters.
39.
40. This duty was never carried out, as I suppose no one wanted to
be bombed out of existence when guarding an empty building.
At this time everyone took shelter; in fact some of our very
senior officers and the Sergeant Major slept in shelters every
night. Anyway! One night we had a very heavy raid; it happened
late on and by the time we started to evacuate the place was
like Dante's Inferno. We had to run some 400 yards to the large
communal shelter, over the football field on which anti-
personnel bombs were falling. At the entrance to the shelter
was a tented P.O.W. Camp for German airmen which was ablaze
I was on duty that night and was supposed to stand at my post
like the Legionnaire at Pompeii.
However! As the two of us were crouching in the wide entrance
porch to the barracks trying to pluck up the courage to start on
our exposed run to the shelter; through the anti-personnel
crackers, towards the blazing
41.
42. tents, there was a further diversion. A not uncomely woman in
her 20’s from the married quarters, wearing jumper and slacks,
came rushing in and collapsed crying in the corner of the
doorway; she had run from further up the hill and was totally
spent, she had used up her courage too! We tried to get her to
run for the shelter but she would not budge; she wasn't moving,
she was resigned to her fate. Finally I got my pal, I forget who it
was, he took one arm, I took the other, and we ran her across
that field despite all her choking protests. These must have
been considerable distances when her feet did not touch the
ground. She was in a state of collapse when we reached the
shelter.
Next day, the Sgt Major asked me if I had been in the shelter the
previous night. I told him I had, having nothing to fear? The next
thing I knew was that the whole Fire Piquet was on a
43.
44. charge for ‘’deserting their post in the face of the enemy’’ or
some such charge etc. etc.
It could be made to look very bad for us. Anyway, we were
marched in front of Major Spring and Colonel McDonald, both
looking like a couple of hanging judges. Apparently it was a very
serious offence and the C.O. had wondered whether we should
be Court Martialled, so said Major Spring! ,
However, would we take his punishment?
I told my perfectly true story, that I had taken a ‘maiden in
distress’ to shelter; actually I felt that I have done something
rather noble. However, the two inquisitors treated my story
with contempt; we were all sentenced, we would lose 3 days’
pay, and think yourselves lucky!
We were marched out with the usual ‘Left right, left right’ stuff.
I felt enraged at the injustice and refused to be
45.
46. dismissed. To the astonishment of the Sgt Major I requested for
a further hearing with Major Spring. I was marched back in,
white in the face, and put my case again.
Spring was unimpressed, the woman was no concern of mine
etc. However, I must have got through to him, because the
change the charge was squashed and we never lost our three
days’ pay.
In case I forget I will say now that I was not a tidy soldier I never
was one for ‘bull’ and I do not suppose that my appearance was
all that soldierly. I was very useful in the 39th General Hospital
for my athletic and drawing ability but I didn't really hit it off
with the Chief Clerk and Sergeant Major. I was too much ‘one of
the boys’ to push myself forward; young and naïve.
47.
48. The Siege was underway and we were soon tightening our belts.
Our rations finally reduced to 9 ounces bread and 6 ounces bully
beef per day; last meal at 4 pm. Over a period of weeks we
developed a ravenous hunger. The big chaps like myself seemed
to suffer; I was soon down to skin and bone. Funnily enough, in
spite of the low rations, we did not cut down on our swimming.
During this time I almost split my skull on the seabed- a flying
dive went wrong! I needed stitches in my head. To add insult to
injury a few days later I played football and actually headed the
ball! Probably due to my weakened condition I developed
clinical dysentery and was in hospital for a fortnight at that
time. At this time some chaps wanted to contract the disease
because the diets were very good for this complaint.
49.
50. After discharge from hospital Col. Mayne came into my life
again. The Director of Medical Services wanted a Clerk at H.Q. in
Valletta. One of the jobs was to draw maps. Colonel Mayne,
recommended me for the job so I was dispatched to HQ to
learn the job from a Sgt. Shepherd who would shortly be going
to O.C.T.U. I was to be promoted to Sergeant in his place. Our
office was in the Bastions, immensely thick walls, at the Grand
Harbour Valletta. My promotion never came through- the new
Commanding.Officer . of the Island, a V.C. (Victoria Cross) from
the Great War, turned down Sergeant Shepherds application to
become an officer. However I was retained at the war HQ for
the next few eventful months. You might say that this was ‘out
of the frying pan into the fire’. The Grand Harbour area and
Valletta
51.
52. area were the main targets.
The new Commander of the island was a P.T (Physical Training)
fanatic. He soon had us out every morning doing PT in our white
vests and blue PT shorts on the Bastions in full view of any
German spotter planes; Cross Country runs Messerschmitts. A
ruling was also drawn up that HQ personnel would not be
allowed to seek shelter until 30 plus bombers were attacking.
Apparently 29 were ok but 31 were dangerous.
There was a relay system in operation at HQ. A voice would
drone ‘’40 JU 88’s
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Junkers_Ju_88) are approaching
the Grand Harbour; then we would troop across to the tunnel
entrance. The tunnel for the very important HQ staff was 70
feet deep. There was a warren of tunnels with cubicles for the
various staffs to carry on with their vital clerical work. I was
down there during some of the heaviest raids and could hear
buildings tumbling above. Quite often shock waves in the
tunnels brought pressure on our ear drums.
53.
54. One day a snap check was made on the tunnels by 2 HQ
Officers, one was tall and very autocratic. He must have had
some Scottish affiliation, for he wore a kilt. Sergeant Mertenik,
from Cornwall, and myself were both booked and eventually
ticked off by the Deputy Director of Medical Services himself for
being in the shelter, when the bombers were below the
prescribed number. Some few days later, probably due to well
publicised PT sessions on the battlements, our HQ was bombed.
Valletta was heavily bombed.
I forget where I was at the time but when I returned after the
raid I observed the body of the kilted officer being taken from a
pile of wreckage.
We were immediately evacuated to Imtarfa, an inland medical
centre. All the top brass of the Medical Corps, including myself
left Valletta in lorries. Valletta had been devastated by the raid,
there was stone dust and chaos everywhere - we stopped for
nothing! It was a most exciting run. The only thing I can liken it
to was Clark Gable careering through Atlanta in Gone with the
Wind.
55.
56. Not that I am comparing myself to Clark Gable. We were just
one step ahead!
Some days before, while off duty, I was in the billet, five floors
up, when a raid started. I think one of our famous convoys had
just come in that day. The bombs started whistling down, there
were explosions all around, I was sure this was it! The ack ack
firepower of the Grand Harbour defences was really something.
I started rushing down the stairs but the explosions were so
close but I finished up crouching in a corner of a landing halfway
down in a terrified state. That was the only time I prayed! I
expected the whole building to cave in any second. There was a
brief lull in the raid and I belted down the stairs, awaited the
right moment, and sprinted to the nearest large shelter, which
was packed with Maltese and soldiers. I would point out that
the building in which I was billeted was virtually on the Grand
57.
58. Harbour, and that was the target for one of the heaviest raids.
The ships of the convoy were sunk in the harbour, a tragic end
after a terrifying journey through the Mediterranean; and the
loss of food.
Being so near the Grand Harbour I used to watch the convoys
coming in after their battering. Very few made it!
I saw the famous American tanker Ohio entering the harbour
and I also remember a battered British warship limping in with
the band on deck playing jaunty patriotic music. The Navy was
unsurpassed. Our ridiculous Navy. All through the campaign in
the Med. a few severely taxed British ships kept the large Italian
Navy cowering in the harbour at Sicily. We used to get a report
at HQ every few days telling us how many Italian ships were
lying in Palermo Harbour, Sicily. It was quite frightening! There
were battleships, cruises, destroyers in great numbers! It was
an impressive site later on when they finally cruised into Malta
to surrender! Their one outing.
59.
60. I have mentioned how we bolted out of Valletta. In the weeks
before this, the Germans had started indiscriminate bombing;
they dropped all pretence of bombing military targets only.
One evening about 8 o'clock a large bomb landed on the Regent
Cinema Valletta causing terrible damage. The film showing was
‘North West Mounted Police’ starring Gary Cooper. If I had not
seen this picture I could well have been in the cinema. It was a
shocking business, for the cinema had been well packed. Some
80 people were killed. A temporary mortuary was set up, and
being on the scene I helped carry the dead bodies into the
building, through an avenue of distraught people looking for
relatives. The bodies were on stretchers, covered with blankets.
I remember one pathetic incident. I was carrying in the body of
a tall man; his legs protruded and he was wearing very fancy
light brown brogues. Someone spotted the shoes and
immediately started sobbing.
61.
62. This is what is called total war.
I would like to mention the heroism of the Royal Artillery at this
time. There was no sheltering for them! They had to stay at
their posts, and if necessary die at their posts. I said it at the
time, and I say it again, every Gunner should have had the VC. I
do not say that they were heroes but they had to behave like
heroes.
One day in Valletta the air raid warning went and I walked along
a catwalk overlooking a very exposed Bofor Gun position
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bofors_40_mm_gun) . In some
ridiculous way I wanted to see how much nerve I had; how long
I could stay with the action! The chap in charge of the gun
acknowledged me, and eventually in sign language indicated
how many bombers were coming in. It was over 40. I finally
departed when the drone of the planes could be heard; but the
gunners were left sitting there ready to swivel the gun and fire
away
63.
64. To make matters worse, I believe planes were detailed to deal
with AA (anti-aircraft) positions.
Later on Major Turbridge, Medical Specialist, did a tour of all
gun sites to assess the morale of the artillery men. His report,
which I typed, showed that virtually all of the gunners were in
an advanced state of anxiety neurosis. Their courage had long
since been expended.
Of course the RAF did a great job too. For a while they were
greatly outnumbered and there was a time in fact that we had
neither planes nor ammunition. Messerschmitts flew about at
will, having a high old time. However, one day we saw a great
site! The sky was suddenly filled with Spitfires. I don't think we
had ever seen Spitfires before. They had flown in from the US
Aircraft Carrier ‘Wasp’.
65.
66. All that afternoon we watched JU 88’s
(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Junkers_Ju_88) being shot down
in flames. It must have been one of the air events of the war! I
think the tally at the end of the day was 54 German planes shot
down. The Spitfires made rings round them. This was a great
day for Malta, but it could not last. As the days went on Spitfires
took to the air and gradually became less and less.
The day came when they and their young pilots were all
expended! Those men, like the men on the Clan Ferguson, had
a suspended death sentence! They must have realised that their
days were numbered.
Malta was only the size of Arran, (an island just off the Ayrshire
coast) so any enemy plane was seen by virtually all the people
on the island. Although I was in the Medical Corps and a non-
combatant I must have seen hundreds of airmen
67.
68. crashing to their death.
Most of the planes burst into flames when they hit the rock. The
scream of the Stuka Dive Bomber was calculated to spread fear-
it did! They used to dive almost vertically but they were sitting
ducks for the Spitfires when they straightened out.
As the raids continued, deliberate bombing of the airfields
made it very difficult for our planes to land safely. When we
were established inland at Imtarfa we overlooked Ta Kali
aerodrome and I used to watch airplanes trying to land; I say
trying, for most of them at that time hit a bomb crater
obstruction and flipped over on their back. Then an ambulance
would rush out to bring in the airman.
I witnessed a very tragic scene in this way. One day a Maryland
Bomber (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Maryland) came
in. It had come from Alexandria. Unfortunately it was being
closely shadowed by a Messerschmitt. As the bomber touched
down the Messerschmitt raked it with machine gun bullets. The
ambulance went rushing out to pick up the wounded, if any!
69.
70. My curiosity was aroused and I made my way to the casualty
entrance of the hospital. The ambulance arrived and I had my
first look at a dying man; and it was really shattering! A young
airman with a face the colour of putty was carried in writhing in
agony and as far as I could make out praying for his life, or else
the pain was so great that he wanted out of it. Anyway the
words he kept repeating were ‘Please God, please God’. I think
he was making his claim for staying alive. It was a shattering
experience and I felt a great pity for him. He died 4 hours later,
diagnosis “multiple gunshot wounds, abdomen”.
One of my clerical jobs was to send home telegrams of people
wounded or killed in action. I got the usual message about him,
first placed on the D.I. (dangerously ill) list and then some hours
later, dead. This airman was from the West of Scotland, he was
a Sergeant and I remember his name, Sergeant J.L from
Greenock but perhaps I won't mention his full name.. Last year,
1969 I was in the Town Hall of his hometown and on a hunch,
looked up the
71.
72. Roll of Honour. There it was! I wonder if his people ever heard
of the manner of his death? Another airman was also carried in,
covered with blood; he looked terrible but he survived.
The HQ RAMC (Royal Army Medical Corps) team took over a
villa on a hillside as Medical Corps HQ. It was a pleasant spot
overlooking a valley. One day I saw a slow lumbering Stuka
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZZ504TGDpE) being
shadowed up the valley by a Spitfire and raked with bullets I
was actually looking down on the planes. The Stuka would never
get back to Sicily.
As I stated before, one of my jobs was to inform the UK of sick,
wounded and dead personnel. I would get telephone messages
such as this:
Sgt. E Smith. Royal. Royal West Kent Regt.
No: 7386474
Religion. C. of E.
Placed on Dangerously ill list.
1800 hours. Wednesday 1 April 1942.
Next of kin: Mrs. E Smith
12 Main St
Maidstone, Kent
73.
74. I am afraid I have sent many tidings of great sorrow in my time.
Some in a most dramatic way.
I mentioned that Col. Mayne had been instrumental in having
me posted temporarily to Medical HQ. In my absence our
Hospital, despite two huge red crosses clearly visible from the
air, was heavily bombed. The hospital was virtually obliterated
and quite a few people killed, including helpless patients in their
beds. At HQ we got a message to this effect and I felt relieved
that I had not been there. However next day it was all brought
home to me. I got the usual call telling me who had been killed,
and I had to stand at the telephone and take down the
particulars of some of my best friends. It was quite an
experience wondering whose name would be next. My friends
had all been killed on their way back from lunch. They had dived
into a slit trench and a bomb had followed them in.
75.
76. They were blown to Kingdom Come. If I had not been posted, I
would probably have been with them. One of them, Sid C. from
Birmingham, had been a special friend of mine. He was a male
nurse aged about 28 and was married with a family. I had met
his wife in Leeds. He was never shy of singing her praises in the
most intimate terms as was often the custom with soldiers. Just
another name for the roll of honour!
I forgot to mention that I had looked up Cpl. William Fulton
RAOC (Royal Army Ordnance Corps), another Stewarton fellow.
Willie was in charge of an Ordnance Depot which not
unnaturally was surrounded by high explosives. He treated me
very well when I visited him; he had access to more and better
food than I was used to. Willie was in charge of a group of men
and I admired his quiet authority; he had them all under
control! Later on I met him in Valletta and we had some
memorable outings.
He also played football against our team and was the best
player on the field.
77.
78. He was better than I expected.
In Stewarton he had never been rated as a footballer but that
afternoon, at Manoel Harbour, he was a tower of Strength.
My old school pal, Willie Curry, was in Malta for a while and we
used to meet in Valletta and do a bit of reminiscing. Willie was
in the RAF.
Anyway, we were now established in our villa at Imtarfa. This
was near the 90th General Hospital, to which the battered 39th
was evacuated.
I went over to see my cronies the first night they arrived; I
would say that they were pretty demoralised; they were more
‘bomb happy’ than ever. A change had crept in, there was now
no pretence. While talking to some of them the air raid warning
sounded and they immediately scurried off looking for shelter.
79.
80. One of the worst affected was the Sergeant Major. He was a
regular soldier and had first joined our unit in Leeds where he
soon proved to be a strutting little martinet.
‘’ You can wear your hats to the side when you have seen some
Active Service’’ he sneered in his Welsh voice. He was always on
about ‘Active Service’ so it was a pity when he was the first to
succumb to it. He was now in a highly neurotic state and could
hardly stop his teeth from chattering. Staff Sergeant Kemp
seemed to be in charge of him; it looked like a ‘nurse patient’
relationship.
Anyway, the Sgt. Major was sent home, probably under the
‘anxiety neurosis’ banner. this struck me as being out of order,
here was a man who had taken up the profession of soldiering,
he had enjoyed all the cushy numbers of peace time, and as
soon as he had a chance to put his training to good use proved
to be a complete dead loss.
81.
82. Eventually the 39th General Hospital were sent up to the north
of the island to Mellieha, with its beautiful bay where we once
again started to create a hospital by adding to a cluster of old
buildings. At this time I was posted back to the unit, apparently I
could be done without at HQ. Shortly after I left, a bomb fell on
the front of the villa, killing the Colonel and his wife who were
standing there; in the same place as I stood watching the
Spitfire chasing the Stuka.Once again It might have been me.
My moves saved my life.
At Mellieha I once again was employed as an architectural go-
between and I am sure you can see to this day as series of
wards linked together by a passage, which I designed. At
Mellieha we lived in tents on the hillside. There was a football
field, and a beautiful bay for swimming.
83.
84. We must have been there eighteen months; in many ways it
was a grand life. It wasn't long before Montgomery had his
great victory at El Alamein and things began to brighten up at
Malta. Convoys began to get through, the Siege was lifted, the
Luftwaffe virtually disappeared, and Malta became an offensive
base.
There was a big improvement in the size and quality of the
meals and our finely drawn bodies responded very quickly. I
was up from 11 and a half stone to a sleek 13 and a half stone in
weight.
The hospital was working to capacity. We had all types of
patients. I had two spells in hospital myself at this time. At first I
had ‘sandfly fever’ a disease common in Malta
85.
86. and as the name implies, spread by sand flies which are similar
to mosquitoes. This disease hit me very hard one afternoon. I
had a thumping headache and reeled about like a drunk man. It
was like a raging ‘flu’. I reported to the MI (Medical Inspection)
Room and was amazed when the doctor gave me, ‘Medicine
and Duty’.
I then spent the next two hours stotting about feeling very ill.
Eventually I had to go back to the M.I Room, was seen by a
Polish Doctor, who immediately sent me to hospital.
Soon after I had another bout of Clinical Dysentery. This was a
nasty bout. We were in a tented ward and had to walk some 10
yards down a rough slope to an improvised latrine. I think on
the first day I ‘went’ more than 20 times. It was an exhausting
business. Luckily enough there was a drug which tightened
things up in a few days. (Su l p h a g u e n a d i n e). It was a
messy business with great examination of bedpans. You were
not discharged until there was “no blood and mucus in the
stool”. We were examined by young female nurses.
87.
88. For a while our hospital was virtually filled with Yugoslav
guerrillas. A shipload of wounded Yugoslav Partisan Fighters
arrived in Malta. These were the legendary fighters we have
heard so much about. Alistair MacLean used their exploits in a
novel. Anyway! A huge convoy of ambulances arrived at
Mellieha and I nearly had my arms torn out of their sockets
carrying stretchers to our widely scattered wards up the hillside.
There were men, women and children, all with the famous red
star on their caps. Many were in plasters and others had bullets
and shrapnel still embedded in their bodies. Our Operating
Theatre was working night and day for a spell; great feats of
surgery were performed. There were huge bins of plasters
which had been removed from arms, legs, chests, and I will
never forget the smell; it took one’s breath away.
89.
90. We soon discovered that there was to be no coming and going
with the Partisans. Some of our fellows tried to be friendly in
the usual British way, but there was nothing doing. The
Yugoslavs gathered in a large group every evening and sang
what must have been Communist songs. This went on every
night and we were soon heartily sick of it. Their favourite song
ended in these words
’Stravo, Stravo, Stravo Commissar’.
To make matters worse they had one gent, resplendent in dark
uniform with glistening black knee boots, who was to prove a
continual thorn in our flesh. This was the Commissar who made
sure there was no fraternising.
Great warriors in the mountains they might have been, but
brave patients they were not. Our harassed nurses ministered
to all their needs but the minute any patient was hurt in
anyway, as often happen during medication, there was an
91.
92. immediate howl of protest and the posturing Commissar would
rage about the place. Things came to a head one day when one
of our veteran nursing sisters slapped a youth who was making
a big scene over a simple injection. This brought the Commissar
into the act again.
It's amazing when you think of it! Here was a British Military
Hospital with surgeons, nurses, orderlies, cooks, everyone
working themselves silly to restore to health the most
ungrateful shower you could find. Only the British would put up
with such nonsense! But the Commissar had gone too far; Old
Springy (Major Spring) sent for him and really cut him down to
size. His final remarks went something like this.
“We are doing this for your own good, this is a British Military
Hospital, and while you are here you will do what you are
bloody well told, and if you won't do what you are told I will call
in the British bloody Infantry to see that you do!”
93.
94. There was not much trouble after that. Almost 30 years later, I
can remember the implacable coldness and lack of gratitude of
that lot. This must have been one of the first East West
confrontations; a forerunner of the Cold War!
Now that Malta was a relatively safe place, we began to have
very distinguished visitors. King George VI and Winston Churchill
both visited Valetta and were greeted by hysterical crowds. I did
not make the journey from Mellieha to see them.
We also had some of the British Show Business personalities.
Noel Coward visited our hospital and gave a concert in the
dining room. I was on leave at St Paul's Bay and missed the
show, which was not to the taste of some of the ex-Yorkshire
miners who made up our unit.
I did see George Formby's concert in the same dining room, and
I also saw him perform at a large open air concert. He was
tremendous; one of the great entertainers.
95.
96. I almost missed the best show; the visit of Gracie Fields to
Valletta. Gracie was appearing in a large hall in which there was
no seating; soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder and thought
nothing about it.
On the evening when Gracie appeared. I was down for a lecture
on ‘Poison Gas’. Hugh McKinnon and I wanted to see Grace's
concert so I asked Sergeant Jeff Britten (ex-Woolworth
Manager) to be excused the lecture. No it could not be done!
The lecture started and I sat in a very ill humour glowering at
the Britten: I was seething. Britten kept catching my eye; I
must have got under his skin for he eventually halted the
lecture and said,
“For goodness sake does anyone want to see Gracie Fields?”
McKinnon and I departed rapidly and headed for Valletta
without a backwards glance. The hall was packed to capacity;
there was Gracie in the boxing ring in the middle, in a green
97.
98. dress and waving a white scarf which she used as a prop.
It was the best performance I have ever seen. She gave us all
her old favourites, told the usual Lancashire jokes and really
gave it all with ‘The Cornish Floral Dance’. Maybe the thousands
of soldiers were hungry for entertainment, for they really went
wild. One boorish soldier kept interrupting Gracie and shouting
give us ‘Sally’. This went on intermittently for say 10 minutes
despite shouts of ‘Shut up’ from all over the hall. Eventually I
saw enraged punches being thrown at the chap from the fellows
in the near vicinity. He was not heard again! Gracie must have
been about forty years of age at that time; her peak years as an
entertainer. She was the greatest live performer I ever saw.
People don't realise how good she was live. I wish I had the
eloquence to do justice to that war time concert.
99.
100. I have rambled on a bit about Malta, but there is an awful lot I
have missed out. I could say a lot more about enemy action. A
few other actions I will dwell on.
While I was at the hospital prior to the bombing, a small fishing
boat was strafed by a Messerschmitt and the Maltese captain,
killed. The machine gun bullets were so near that I dived under
the table in the office. I have since recounted this story and
when the war is now discussed the reply.is “Och you were
hiding under the table in Malta”.
Then one day we all stood and cheered while a German plane
crashed with the pilot attached to the plane by his parachute
harness.
The last incident I will relate is when Willie Fulton and I, strolling
along the front at Sliema, were caught up in a raid on Fort
Manoel. I saw in great detail the bombs falling on the Fort
some 100 yards out! The bombs were directly overhead and it
is a good thing they were accurate or Willie and I might not be
alive today. That would have been quite a story for the
Kilmarnock Standard.
101.
102. I will say a few words about the sports side of life in Malta. I
played in the Unit’s football and rugby team and swam in the
Mediterranean for hours at a time. One day I had the scaphoid
bone in my wrist broken at rugby. This took a long while to heal
and I actually played football with a large plaster on my arm. I
was in charge of the football team; the Colonel was daft on
football and for a while I could do no wrong. I picked anyone I
liked and even had the Sergeant Major begging for a game. I
remember his words. “Templeton, I want to play football!”
stated in a petulant manner. He never did make the team.
As for swimming, we were in the water almost every day. One
day at Mellieha Bay we swam out to an old Greek sailing ship
and climbed aboard without so much as a by your leave.
We dived off the side, a considerable drop and I remember
almost rupturing myself in a too shallow dive.
It was like climbing aboard the Bounty.
103.
104. The cinema played a big part in the Second World War. For a
while we had our own projector and there used to be weekly
shows in the Dining Hall. There the rough soldiers whistled and
howled at Betty Grable in ‘Moon Over Miami’ and Rita
Hayworth in ‘You Were Never Lovelier.’. Michael Littmann and I
were great fans of the delectable Ginger Rogers, then 32 years
of age. We used to visit Valletta on Saturday, when there was a
lull in enemy action, and go to the cinema. We saw a great
double feature one day; ‘Tales of Manhattan’ and ‘Star
Spangled Rhythm’. One show we saw was ‘Gunga Din’ in Sliema.
This was quite amusing. We could not hear the machine guns of
the Victorian army on the silver screen for the noise of the real
ones from the German fighters flying low over the cinema.
105.
106. So our two and a half years in Malta passed. It was not all
sunshine; the Maltese winter could be cold and windy. I could
not possibly mention all the trivia of service life. We had a lot of
big nights in the NAAFI, drunken New Years, there were the
usual punch-ups and personality clashes. There was a Christmas
pantomime and concerts. We handled a lot of patients, many
from the invasion of Sicily.
Eventually we got orders to move out for the UK. We were
more than ready to go; we had had a long enough spell in the
Blue Med. After the usual indescribable chaos, we boarded a
ship in the dark and in the morning set off for Naples. We had a
sentimental look at Malta as it gradually changed to a shadow in
the distance. I don't suppose we’ll ever see it again.
Early that evening we sailed through the Messina Straits
between Sicily and Italy, the most beautiful sail I can ever
remember being on. The sea was like silver and the mountains
of Italy had a Disney quality.
107.
108. Eventually we passed the Isle of Capri which was all the travel
brochures said it was. It was a real lush looking island. On arrival
in Naples Harbour we disembarked but never left the quayside.
It seemed to be a free-for-all; units were vying with each other
to get on a ship which was due to leave soon. Our new
Commanding Officer Colonel T. Fitzgerald Powell, a tall red
headed Irish Regular soldier, aged about 60, had a row with
someone and managed to get us aboard.
I should say that Col. McDonald of the route marches in Leeds
was replaced by Col. Powell towards the end of our tour of duty
in Malta. Col. Powell was the football fanatic who gave me wide
powers as regarded the team selection. He used to stand
behind the goals and return the balls. Straight up gov! I much
preferred him to McDonald who was a Scotsman who did
nothing for anyone.
109.
110. Anyway we set out on the return journey to the UK in the usual
hellish troop ship manner. Apart from the discomfort, there
was nothing eventful about the journey. We did not have any
enemy action, although in the evening when the ships were all
black silhouettes we worried about the odd torpedo.
The ‘gen’ was that certain ships were going to Liverpool and
others to Glasgow. On a glorious clear April evening we sailed
between Ireland and the Mull of Kintyre which looked glorious! I
remember the brilliant green and brown of the southern tip of
Scotland.
By the time we got to Ailsa Craig the darkness had descended
and we sailed up the Clyde coast to our eventual destination,
arriving late in the evening. In the morning I was in a fever of
anticipation and struggled up out of the stinking atmosphere
111.
112. at the break of dawn.
We were lying in Gourock, surrounded by the green hills of the
Clyde with the morning mist rising. If only I were more
eloquent! As the morning cleared we could appreciate the
beauty of the scene. After two and a half years in the dry arid
Mediterranean island, everything looked so green and lush. You
have to come back from abroad to appreciate the intense
greenery of our countryside
This was a Saturday and we were on the ship all day. In war time
you did not disembark until the authorities were good and
ready. That day Scotland played England at Hampden and some
of us had been foolish enough to entertain the hope of seeing
the match. I believe Malcolm McDonald of Celtic was left back
for Scotland, facing Dennis Compton. The date was April 1944.
We disembarked on the Sunday, given tea and sandwiches by
some church organisation, and then set off by train to Glasgow,
and eventually Dechmont Camp, near Cambuslang.
113.
114. This was an army transit camp overlooking some pleasant
countryside and the odd pit bing. We were all now wearing the
Africa Star and seemed to be the only soldiers in the area with
this. The Africa Star caused a lot of interest among the civilian
population. We had a good time in the district; it was a great
feeling to be back in the UK. The pubs and dance halls were very
popular.
I phoned Madge at the Bank and she got the first train through
to Glasgow; Ena brought her glad rags into Edinburgh for a quick
change. It was quite an exciting moment standing at Queen
Street Station waiting for the arrival of the train. I wasn't even
sure I would recognise her, but I needn't have bothered.
Railway stations were railway stations then, with plenty of
steam! We had tea and then finished up at the pictures; Carmen
Miranda and Alice Faye in a poor musical. Anyway, that was the
ice broken again. We both seemed pleased enough with each
other; apparently my army issue glasses were accepted!
115.
116. Early next week I got a day pass and made for Stewarton. It was
a queer sensation going home after two and a half years. On the
way home over the railway banking Jock Speirs offered to carry
my kit bag, which he did! It was a generous gesture by Jock, but
I never told him who I was, and he didn’t seem to recognise me.
Anyway! I knocked on the door of Brindabella, and there my
mother and Jeanie falling over themselves with delight at my
presence. I often wonder what I ever did to merit this affection.
After my two and a half years in the wide open spaces, the
house and rooms appeared to be scaled down. My mother had
her apron on and seemed small and stooped and grey haired;
she would only be 56 at this time. Of course she had a sad life
with never very much money. She has been left a widow in
1940, with a young son, and one in the army who could be killed
at any time.
Before long Sandy and Matt and Liza and all my friends
appeared, it was a real reunion. My sunburn seemed to impress
everyone.
117.
118. Looking back, the next few weeks seemed idyllic. It seemed to
be a glorious early summer. I used to go through to Edinburgh
at weekends and Madge and I, and at times Ena, would go down
to the Inn at Cramond. It was really an Officer’s howff but I
seemed to be accepted.
Then I had leave and Madge came through to Stewarton and I
showed her all the spots, the Water Plantation etc. We were
entertained by all my relatives. Alistair had visited Madge in
Edinburgh. At this time he was beginning to take a pint, but
seemed to have no desire to join the Forces. He was playing his
drums and in general having a great time. One day I was sitting
in my mother's kitchen eating dried egg, which I always found to
be very palatable, when an announcement came over the radio
that
‘’Allied forces had invaded the mainland of Europe’’.
I knew that it would not be long before
119.
120. the 39th General Hospital would be in Europe.
True enough, within the week we were up and away and
eventually arrived at Goodwood House, near Chichester, West
Sussex.
We were at Goodwood for maybe a fortnight while we
prepared and awaited the call.
Glorious Goodwood had glorious weather and we used to swim
in the private swimming pool, which in ‘’ happier times’’ would
have been strictly for the gentry. We used to see the young Lord
of the Manor playing cricket at the front of the house.
I had a job stencilling names on boxes. A funny thing happened.
The weather was very hot and I got a touch of sunstroke. I was
staggering about as with sand fly fever. So, after the
Mediterranean sun, I managed to get sun or heat stroke in
England.
This lasted a couple of days.
Page 74 was the end of Bob’s Malta period.
Pages 75 to 108 address his time in Northern Europe