Excerpt from the Memoirs of Lorenzo Muiesan, Captain of the Umbria
Each passing hour proved to be more nerve-racking than the other, and each glimpse on the horizon a cause for alarm. Neither I nor the rest of my crew had any idea if our ruse worked. Eventually, as it turned out, it didn’t, and the sight of the
HMS Grimsby approaching us brought with it a feeling of hopelessness among the men. I too became overcome by the same feeling, and then, more out of spite than anything else, decided we should at least make life at least a little bit miserable for the British, and so ordered we maintain course at max speed, despite the enemy gaining up on us.
What followed next has been much embellished, and I think it’s time we start telling the truth and put things in their proper place. It was not a case of extraordinary courage, nor a heroic attitude in the face of adversity, but rather fear and the inability to make a decision that kept me, kept us going, even as the
Grimsby approached us. They continued to hail us, signal us, threaten us and fire warning shots that got closer and closer. In all honesty, I believe it was one of these misaimed warning shots that hit us, injuring two of my men and disabling our transmitters. I did not now it at the time, but several men decided to take the rifles we had issued them with and take up firing positions, just as the
Grimsby approached us. As I was about to give the order to stop, I saw them back away a bit. Maybe they were intimidated by our apparent show of determination and strength ? At the time, I was clueless as to their motives. Out of sheer inertia, we kept on sailing south, at full speed.
Eventually though, I realized the logic behind their actions, as the cruiser
HMS Leander approached us from the south-west. It seemed as though the game was up and that nothing more could be done to salvage the situation. Then, for what appeared to be an inexplicable reason, the
Leander began to maneuver away from us. Moments later, we figured it out. Deliverance had come, in the form of 6 of our destroyers:
Francesco Nullo, Nazario Sauro, Cesare Battisti, Pantera, Tigre and
Leone. All around the ship, you could hear men cheering as they heard the news.
The stand-off that followed was probably one of the most tense moments of my life. The British were none too happy about what happened and continued to trail us even as we managed to join up with the destroyer squadron. Then, on the morning of June 10th, another British squadron of 4 destroyers, which I later found out to be the
HMS Kingston, HMS Kandahar, HMS Karthoum and HMS Kimberley appeared on the horizon south of us, directly into our path. Minutes later, I heard on the radio that Il Duce had declared war on Britain and France, and hostilities were to commence at midnight and apparently so had the captain commanding our destroyers. In what has to be one of the most daring moves I have ever seen, we were ordered to steer left and head north-east, whilst all of our destroyers made a sharp turn towards the unsuspecting
Leander.
Despite trying to maneuver as best they could, they could not escape the wave of torpedoes heading towards them, and I clearly saw three explosions rack the British cruiser in short order, which only managed to get off a couple of shots, failing to score any hits. Next, our ships aimed their guns at the
Grimsby, who responded in kind. Unfortunately for the British, they were heavily outgunned and were soon turned into a flaming wreck, although they did manage to both the
Francesco Nullo once and the
Tigre twice, killing three and wounding another five, without causing any significant structural damage though.
British sloop HMS Grimsby burning in the Red Sea
While all this was going on, the four British destroyers were closing in on our ships as they redeployed to meet them. What followed was a confused action, as both groups laid down smoke screens and attempted to lunge out of them to score hits with their torpedoes. I think it’s fair to say that everyone had fired every torpedo they had on board, and all of them missed (some of them extremely narrowly), except for one, which somehow hit the
HMS Kimberley. As she went down, the commander of the British force ordered his remaining ships to break off the action and turn south.
The
Tigre then headed back and rejoined us, whilst the others went off in pursuit of the fleeing British.
Later, as we safely arrived in Massawa, I learned that our bombers had sortied and bombed the British force, and had apparently sunk all of them. It was only after the war that I learned that, in fact, they failed to score any direct hits, but that the
HMS Kingston had suffered splinter damage and could no longer keep up in the retreat, leading to the British captain’s decision to scuttle her and quickly transfer everyone on the other two ships.
Italian destroyer Pantera entering Massawa in triumph after the battle