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cope. British naval ships and French warships were very untidy. One destroyer even had a

                  pig on the aft deck. Indian naval vessels were the smartest I saw at that time.


                  There  were  also  Dutch  submarines  and  every  single  workman  who  worked  on  those

                  submarines would be accompanied by an armed sailor who met him on the gangway and
                  said  goodbye  to  him  when  he  left  (very  tight  security).  A  particular  ship  called  HMS

                  Hecla, which was literally a floating dockyard, had run into a mine and was docked for
                  major repairs. This was a 24-hour a day operation and on completion, after several weeks,

                  she was rushed up to join the flotilla that was on its way to stage the landings of the Allied

                  forces on the coast of North Africa (Operation Torch, 8 - 12 November, 1942). Before she
                  reached her destination she was torpedoed and sank almost immediately.



                  I  can  remember  that  between  sixteen  and  eighteen  Kalk  Bay  fishermen  joined  the  SA
                  Navy, were trained in Durban and were engaged in mine-sweeping operations. One mine-

                  sweeper  had  almost  an  entire  crew  of  Kalk  Bay  fishermen,  and  they  soon  became  the
                  leading mine-sweeper because the crew were genuine seamen. One of the crew received a

                  medal for bravery after diving and releasing a mine under water, left by the Germans in the
                  mouth of Tripoli harbour. The married Kalk Bay seamen were very happy as they were

                  paid  more than the single men, because in  those days  they  all had quite large families.

                  After their discharge they were all given a lifelong pension which was eventually much
                  more than the old-age pension.


                  I started work in the dockyard at the age of 15 and could hardly wait to turn 18 so that I

                  could join the Navy, as some of my friends who were a few years older were telling me
                  how much they enjoyed serving in the Navy. On turning 18 I was granted an interview

                  with the captain in charge who was the head of the dockyard. This gentleman was an old

                  retired Royal Navy captain and I thought that if I explained that my reason for release was
                  to join the Navy he would agree. He just looked at me and smiled and invited me to his

                  large office window which overlooked the dry dock. On the dock bottom were dozens and




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