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Badge ("Wings"), promoted to Acting Petty Officer and seconded to the Royal Navy. On

                  return to the UK he was offered a commission with the rank of Sub-Lt. and enrolled for an

                  officer's training course at the Royal Naval College, Greenwich. Thereafter he underwent a
                  variety  of  training  courses  with  Barracudas,  specifically  torpedo  and  submarine  dive-

                  bombing, anti-submarine reconnaissance, and deck-landing.


                  In  March  1945  he  was  posted  with  815  squadron  to  HMS  Landrail,  a  shore  base  at
                  Machrihanish, Kintyre, on the west coast of Scotland, where the squadron was to begin an

                  intensive working-up programme in preparation for action in the Far East. On 28 March

                  his Barracuda ME 121 crashed into the sea off Ballure Point, Argyll, while doing a practice
                  bombing attack, killing him and his crew.



                  He was unmarried and was survived by his mother and two younger brothers in Kalk Bay.
                  He is commemorated on Panel 95, column1, in the Plymouth Naval Memorial, Devon, UK.


                  Sources: Clive Wake; Richard Wake; Commonwealth War Graves Commission website;

                  SA Archives.


                                     Visit to our brother’s seagrave on 28 March 1991

                                                        Clive Wake


                  In 1990, with the help of the Fleet Air Arm, we were able to trace the exact location of
                  Vivian’s  seagrave  off  the  coast  of  Kintyre.  On  the  anniversary  of  his  death,  28  March

                  1991, my brother Richard and I were taken to the spot by a local fisherman. It was a bright,
                  calm day, although the swell was strong enough to make us very unsteady on our feet. We

                  dropped several bunches of daffodils onto the water, and three red carnations, one for our

                  brother  and  one  each  for  the  other  two  crew  members  who  had  died  with  him.  Then
                  Richard dropped overboard the smooth, oval stone he had found on the beach facing the

                  spot on a previous visit and which he had engraved with our brother’s name and dates,

                  along with our own names and the date of our visit to his seagrave. Some nine years later,
                  the stone was caught up in the nets of another fisherman, two or three miles away from the






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