1941, Friday 08 August;
It was their first training night attack as a flotilla, and since they had moved from Hong Kong there had been some changes to personnel so there was a nervous air about it all. The plan was to attack in two divisions of 4 boats but working as pairs. They would lay up awaiting the convoy to sail by, and then one division would attack from seaward the other from inshore, simple really. Lt Cmdr Gandy, the Flotilla’s CO, had the seaward side with MTBs 7 & 8 and 9 & 10, while Lt Collingwood had the inshore division with boats 11 & 12 and the smaller 26 & 27.
Gandy stood there on the little bridge of MTB 10, feet braced as the boat rolled in a light swell, watching and listening to the sights and sounds around him. He could hear his petrol engines idling, waves slapping against the hull, he could make out the outline of MTB 9, his pair. There was a quarter moon, and the little light it gave outlined the coast in front of him. About 1000 yards on his port would be Lt Ashby and MTBs 7 & 8.
They saw the convoy coming from their starboard side before they heard it, initially a small coastal steamer, and then 700 yards behind a Chinese river steamer. They were sailing a lot further out from the coast than he had anticipated, he needed to pull back a bit to let the first one pass, he would target the second steamer. He waved over to Kennedy in 9 and told him to follow, and then ordered his coxswain to turn the boat seawards and at low revs pull away.
Opposite Gandy was Collingwood, lying in a small cove with 11 and 12. It had seemed a good idea getting close in to the shore meant very little swell, but the moon was of no help, the sea in front was ink black. They didn’t see the first steamer sail by, and it was too far out for them to hear it, so they waited in ignorance.
Ashby also saw the first ship of the convoy, and also realised he need to pull back a bit. He signalled with a wave over to Kilbee in 8 and then told his coxswain to turn to port and low revs pull away. Suddenly, bang, the boat violently rolled and there was 8, her bow trying to ride over him, before she slid sideways and away. “Fuck we’ve been holed sir, Johnny quick shove that tarp in the hole” his stoker was calling from the engine compartment to his mate. Ashby looked over to Kilbee, who was laying rear end on to them. He could hear Kilbee calling “I’m terribly sorry old chap, I think we’ve gone and rather done some damage to our boat, I think I might need a tow”. Bloody ell thought Ashby, Gandy will crucify us both. “Ok hold on a mo, let me see what I can do” and he began assessing the damage and organising a tow, with a rising feeling of sickness in his stomach.
Gandy was looking back, and could see the first steamer had passed, and the second was coming up nicely. He motioned to Kennedy, 30 yards away, and told his coxswain to turn. Both boats turned nicely and now turned on the power. Immediately the noise level increased tenfold, as the three big Napier engines worked up to full power and drove the boats forward. Quickly they were in the attack position, just as a star shell exploded to their rear and left.
“Throttle back the engines Swain, extend the torpedo rigs” two sailors unfolded the latticed frames and called ready as Gandy looked to the back of the boat, “ports open” he called, and waited for the affirmative, then, “release torpedoes”. Down in the engine room, the two sailors who had opened the rear ports, pretended to release the torpedo catches and counted to three, imagining the torpedoes sliding down the rails, their engines beginning to cough into life, and clearing the ports, sliding along the lattice rig, into the sea. They cried torpedoes away and closed their ports. Gandy turned forwards “Full revs, hard starboard swain” as sailors at the rear pulled up the lattice rigs.
The 60-foot Scott Paine boat quickly picked up speed, Gandy called above the engine noise to his coxswain, “Ok swain take her around the stern of the steamer” Both MTBs charged pass the stern and headed away into the black night, success!
The roaring engines, the star shell, all kind of startled Collingwood, he’d seen nothing. He signalled over to Lt Colls in 12, follow me and called for full power. He guessed the ship he could see was the lead ship of what he was expecting was a two-ship convoy, so driving straight ahead he should quickly find the second steamer. But he had guessed wrong and only when they heard and saw Gandy come by, did he realise they had completely missed the convoy. Bugger, it had seemed such a simple thing, how could it go so wrong, and what would Gandy say. He could already hear Gandy in his mind berating him, in private as he did, and it wasn’t something he was looking forward to.
Wagstaff with the smaller Thornycroft 55-foot boats, 26 and 27 hadn’t got so close to the shore, there was a small finger of land jutting out and he didn’t know how deep the water was, so he had laid off the finger, and hadn’t hidden behind it. They had laid there some time and he was beginning to think the convoy wasn’t coming, until Parsons in 27 called over, and then he saw her as well. He recognised the silhouette immediately, HMS Siang Wo, his target and their mother ship, playing the role of the enemy. He waved over to Parsons and both boats roared into life and began the charge forwards. A star shell exploded high in the sky, silhouetting the Siang Wo even better.
Now came the tricky part, he liked their firing position, and had the coxswain reduced speed, wait for it, just a bit more, and fire torpedo’s. then the count, three, two, one, torpedoes clear, gun the engines and the two Thornycroft’s, quickly veer out of the way of the torpedoes as their internal engines kicked in.
Now he had them turn to port, Parson behind, racing along, sea spray on his face and joy in his heart. “Ship on port bow” another gun roared and a starshell exploded and he was sure he was as lit up as a Christmas tree. He could see the ship now, HMS Tien Kwang a coastal tanker now in his majesty’s service. The elation in him died, he knew Gandy was going to roast him for this, he’d say he was showing off, it would never be believed he had made an honest mistake. The mode of operation was torpedoes away and then you got away, don’t hang around, and here he was undertaking some kind of sail by!
Commodore Fraser, commanding officer of the Western Squadron stood on the bridge of HMS Siang Wo, alongside its captain, watching. He wasn’t privy to everything that had gone on, but like Gandy in MTB 10, things had seemed pretty good. They’d know more when they met up at dawn in a few hours and had a debrief. What he did know was he was so pleased to be away from that bloody office, and when Layton had suggested on his visit to Penang, he should go on exercise with the 2nd MTB Flotilla, he’d thought it was a great idea. His breakfast, along with many others was going to be spoiled.