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We were docked in Liverpool, our last day before sailing to Lagos, we were allowed to go ashore in the evening, but curfew was at 11pm.

Sailors being sailors we were having our last beers for a few weeks, perhaps months, perhaps indeed our last beers. I remember being with my mates, the next thing I remember is two of us sitting on some church steps. We had no idea where we were. All we did know was that we had very little time to get to the ship before she sailed, let alone curfew. Did we feel bad!

We found our way to a railway station, where like every time in wartime the station master helped us all he could. With the help of his son they got us to the ship which was 6 miles away. To this day we have no idea how we got there. We were in trouble, I can鈥檛 remember what our punishment was but we survived it.

On that duty our convoys were bombed, we had several casualties from 2 sister ships.

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