@fester one quick question what torpedoes are the british using for hms marlin, british or american?
- Status
@fester one quick question what torpedoes are the british using for hms marlin, british or american?
Driftless
Donor
British. If I remember correctly, the rotation of ordinance was dealt with in the entry where the transfer took place - at Gibraltar.
*edit* The ordinance swap (tubes, torpedos, etc) occured back in the US at Portsmouth, NH
Last edited:
There is a great quote I read in one of my El Alamein History books
A given Artillery Regiments MO went and spoke directly with Monty about how his CO should not carry out a field run otherwise he might die
Monty's reply
"Let him die then"
Would the British torpedoes fit in the American tubes ? while the same diameter, the British I thought were longer, with a longer range?
There was an earlier story post where the subs were refitted with some British equipment including torpedo tubes.
David Flin
Gone Fishin'
Didn't grumble or gripe? I rather doubt that. Grumbling is a given.
"It's bleeding hot."
"I'd rather be back home."
"Who stole my nutty?"
"Where's the tail?"
"Yeah, and some Yank's having it away with your old woman right now."
Trust me, soldiers will grumble.
"Yeah, well this ambrosia and nectar's too bleeding expensive."
"But it's free."
"Ain't worth the price, mate. And these virgins ain't."
"Well not now, obviously."
Driftless
Donor
Oops, not quite right on my timing.... the equipment swap was back in the US.
(My bolding)
Errolwi
Monthly Donor
Hang on, the Yanks haven't arrived in Oz yet! Even the Canadians haven't got there. They'll be ragging on the no-gooders from other Aussie States at this stage!
David Flin
Gone Fishin'
I slouch corrected. They're now grumbling about my getting their grumbles wrong.
Touche
The vets grumbled about the basic and general indignities of life as the men of the raw 8th bitched about the specific indignities of the poppincock general who wanted to turn them into migrating wilderbeasts.......
my aunts pig is insulted by the comparison and wishes its protest noted.
The resolution really should be a prosecution of the company and its mates that covered up this fault and pretended it was the military's incompetence that was to blame
Story 0782
November 1, 1941 New York City
She was in a daze. The city was too big, it was too bright, it was too loud. It was too incredible.
Her husband held her tightly around the waist. She had almost stepped onto Broadway without looking hard at the taxis that were engaged in a complex and understated game of chicken with each other and pedestrians. Only the brave and the insane could survive.
Elaine and Patrick had three days in New York. He had arrived that afternoon after the last training exercise at Camp Pine in Upstate New York. He had a three day pass before he had to rejoin the regiment at Fort Hamilton. The 182nd Infantry Regiment, Massachusetts National Guard along with a variety of artillery, engineering, supply, signals and medical attachments were due to embark for duties unknown on the 11th.
Elaine had hopped on the morning train from Boston after a hurried phone call the night before from her husband. They only would have the time for a show on Broadway and a few days to take in the American Metropolis. Her barely adult eyes could barely process New York as it was so much more than Lowell, so much more than even the city that thought itself as important in Boston. Boston was barely an afterthought to some of the neighborhoods just on the island of Manhattan much less Brooklyn or Queens.
Her husband as a sergeant knew who to talk to at the USO to get good seats had been able to secure 1st Balcony seats to the Lady in the Dark. He had offered some tickets to the rest of his machine gun section, but the single men preferred to find beer and fail at chasing women instead. Master Sergeant McCrary and his wife were joining them instead at the opulent theatre.
Three hours later, Elaine was elated. The show was wonderful and now she could say she had seen the Great White Way in all of its glory. Dinner at a steakhouse and then a large bed in a decent hotel were calling her and Patrick’s name as they had three days to create as many memories as possible before he had to leave for parts unknown.
She was in a daze. The city was too big, it was too bright, it was too loud. It was too incredible.
Her husband held her tightly around the waist. She had almost stepped onto Broadway without looking hard at the taxis that were engaged in a complex and understated game of chicken with each other and pedestrians. Only the brave and the insane could survive.
Elaine and Patrick had three days in New York. He had arrived that afternoon after the last training exercise at Camp Pine in Upstate New York. He had a three day pass before he had to rejoin the regiment at Fort Hamilton. The 182nd Infantry Regiment, Massachusetts National Guard along with a variety of artillery, engineering, supply, signals and medical attachments were due to embark for duties unknown on the 11th.
Elaine had hopped on the morning train from Boston after a hurried phone call the night before from her husband. They only would have the time for a show on Broadway and a few days to take in the American Metropolis. Her barely adult eyes could barely process New York as it was so much more than Lowell, so much more than even the city that thought itself as important in Boston. Boston was barely an afterthought to some of the neighborhoods just on the island of Manhattan much less Brooklyn or Queens.
Her husband as a sergeant knew who to talk to at the USO to get good seats had been able to secure 1st Balcony seats to the Lady in the Dark. He had offered some tickets to the rest of his machine gun section, but the single men preferred to find beer and fail at chasing women instead. Master Sergeant McCrary and his wife were joining them instead at the opulent theatre.
Three hours later, Elaine was elated. The show was wonderful and now she could say she had seen the Great White Way in all of its glory. Dinner at a steakhouse and then a large bed in a decent hotel were calling her and Patrick’s name as they had three days to create as many memories as possible before he had to leave for parts unknown.
Last edited:
Story 0783
November 1, 1941 Scapa Flow
The boom defense vessel moved the anti-submarine net that opened the fleet anchorage to the cold, calm sea. Seven ships were leaving for distant service. Prince of Wales, Repulse, Nigeria and four modern destroyers would first make passage to Gibraltar. Once there, the capital ships would have a day of firing trials as Prince of Wales had just a pair of shoots since she had been released from the yards. Her damage from destroying Bismarck had been repaired, her radars improved but her training had decreased as only so much could be simulated on land.
Once the ships had refueled, they would make a dash through the Mediterranean. Force H would cover the dash to Cape Bon, and then the Mediterranean Fleet would join Force Z in the journey from Malta to Alexandria. Once there, five more ships lead by Ark Royal would join the Force Z as it went through the Canal and headed first to Colombo and then to the bastion of Singapore.
Story 0784
November 1, 1941 Yokohama, Japan
Four hundred foreigners were aboard the old German liner that had flown four flags in her lifetime. Taiyo Maru was taking the businessmen, the scholars, the journalists and the eccentrics back to Honolulu. Every man, woman and child knew that war was coming and that it would be a war against their hosts and their homelands. So far, they had been treated properly as they had time to settle accounts and make arrangements for any property and obligations that they still had in Japan but there would be no more scheduled trips back to the United States or to Singapore from Japanese ports.
A few hundred feet from the gangway, the navigator reviewed his charts for the journey. The route would be unusual, they would not take the direct route through the calmer seas of the Central Pacific. Instead, the naval officer, who was doing his best to not hover at the navigator’s elbow, had ordered the ship to steam through the emptiness of the North Pacific.
An hour later, the liner was at sea and an hour after that, the liner steamed past the First Air Fleet where biplane bombers were lined up on the forward flight deck of Hiryu and Soryu. American journalists and diplomats took dozens of pictures. An hour after the liner had made it to open water, the sailors aboard the carriers broke down the wood and canvas decoys and brought the Vals and Kates up from below.
Last edited:
Story 0785
November 2, 1941 1400, Darwin Australia
The aged, formed collier turned aircraft carrier, turned aircraft transport and support ship turned seaplane tender turned light auxiliary aircraft transport ,USS Langley pulled into the northern Australian harbor. She had made the journey from Pearl Harbor alone, and this stop was a secondary stop to refuel, take on fresh water and drop off seventy five civilian construction workers and twenty engineers. Their job was to assist in the construction of a forward base for the B-17 ferry route.
Langley departed on the morning tide with full bunkers and a load of eighteen new Navy Wildcat as well as six used Brewster fighters and eighteen old Vindicator dive bombers that the Marines no longer needed. The Dutch were screaming for any assistance to build up their forces before the Japanese struck, and these forty two aircraft would be a substantial but insufficient reinforcement.
- Status