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My father was a Marchant Army Captain, in command of Rossington Court.
His ship was sunk when the convoy he was in left Newfoundland.
Just before the convoy left, all the captains had a briefing meeting. My father was the largest ship wih medical supplies and food. The convoy had a non-merchant vessel - a full naval ship - as escort, as it ploughed across the Atlantic.
Another ships steering got jammed and cut into my fathers. The cheif engineer saw the bows cut into the engine room.
At the briefing, another captain had said that he'd come back, he realised that my fathers ship was missing. He broke away from the convoy. The Atlantic was very rough - this was wintertime - but by a miricle he found the life boat. One had been crushed but all the crew and officers had managed to squeeze into the other boat, so everyone was saved. They had very little food but managed to get back - i think to Falmouth.
My mother had had been told that the ship had been struck but no other news. My father telephoned from Falmouth when he got back. In those day everything was so secret.
My father continued in the RNR. The war changed. He went on to Bridgeraid in France and supervised things there for the Normandy Landings and eventually he was posted to Sri Lanka.

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