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Location
At Sea - Curacao - Manchester (Stanlow)
Age
18 Years

20th May 1941

Fog has persisted all day, and the mournful moans of the ships whistles bleating out their convoy numbers, is very mysterious and eerie in the otherwise deathly stillness. But then it is only a replica of every voyage round these parts. During the early hours of the morning, we very nearly ran a fishing smack down, from Nova Scotia. During the day we have received four distress messages of ships being torpedoed. Three of the positions are unpleasantly near were we were going. This is rather startling seeing as we are only 48° west. But what our fat-headed Admiralty can’t realise, is that Jerry is waiting outside what was the danger area, and is sinking the ships as the outward bound convoys disperse, which is quite possible during the calmer summer months. I suppose after about a dozen or more ships have been sunk in this way, they will have the outward bound convoys escorted practically all the way across.

Another point: Why must the Halifax and Bermuda convoys have to join up in the very spot where they know fog prevails almost incessantly? Why not meet somewhere on the latitude of Bermuda and then go forth? There are many things yet to be done to improve convoys and I think present conditions warrant a violent shaking up amongst the Admiralty.

4 ships gone for no reason at all!

It doesn’t worry me two hoots but it will worry the country, ere long.