Tilos May 25, 1942
Royal Marines scrambled into the boats that would soon be lowered into the water from the two cruisers and two Greek destroyers slowly moving a few hundred yards offshore. They were landing on the wattle of the seahorse shaped island. The Italian garrison was small, a platoon of old reservists and a dozen policemen. Their most dangerous weapon was a radio which had been jammed for the past hour.
The landing beach was at the bottom of a narrow valley between two 1,200 foot hills. Resistance was only natural, waves and a breeze that upset more than a few stomachs. A trio of Marines drowned as they jumped out of their boats too early and could not escape from their heavy gear. Within an hour, the entire landing party was ashore with patrols beginning six mile march from the landing beach to the small island’s ferry port at Livadia.
By nightfall, engineers were ashore. Some were preparing Livadia for the expected lunchtime arrival of Motor Torpedo Squadron 10 from Crete while most were surveying the flat lands on the seahorse’s head for a fighter strip that would soon be built. Soon, Rhodes would be cut-off from all supply and the Italian division there could either starve or surrender once the diplomats had made their presentations in Ankara.
Royal Marines scrambled into the boats that would soon be lowered into the water from the two cruisers and two Greek destroyers slowly moving a few hundred yards offshore. They were landing on the wattle of the seahorse shaped island. The Italian garrison was small, a platoon of old reservists and a dozen policemen. Their most dangerous weapon was a radio which had been jammed for the past hour.
The landing beach was at the bottom of a narrow valley between two 1,200 foot hills. Resistance was only natural, waves and a breeze that upset more than a few stomachs. A trio of Marines drowned as they jumped out of their boats too early and could not escape from their heavy gear. Within an hour, the entire landing party was ashore with patrols beginning six mile march from the landing beach to the small island’s ferry port at Livadia.
By nightfall, engineers were ashore. Some were preparing Livadia for the expected lunchtime arrival of Motor Torpedo Squadron 10 from Crete while most were surveying the flat lands on the seahorse’s head for a fighter strip that would soon be built. Soon, Rhodes would be cut-off from all supply and the Italian division there could either starve or surrender once the diplomats had made their presentations in Ankara.