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This article was originally published on the H.M.S. Hood Association web site www.hmshood.com It details Frank joining the Royal Navy, his early service in H.M.S. Hood and the sinking of Foylebank

I joined the Royal Navy on 9th March 1937 and started off at St. Vincent 鈥� the Boys鈥� training establishment in Gosport. The pay then was 5/3 a week (about26p today). Then after 6 weeks initial training it went up to 8/9 a week (about 44p) on promotion from Boy Seaman 2nd Class to Boy Seaman 1st Class.

After St. Vincent I went to the Iron Duke for my sea training. The was the 鈥榦ld鈥� Iron Duke 鈥� the Battleship from World War 1, Admiral Jellicoe鈥檚 Flagship at the Battle of Jutland.

Following that it was a draft to the Hood and I joined her at Malta in April 1938. That was funny! We joined on a Sunday morning just before Sunday Divisions and were dumped at the starboard after gangway 鈥� that was the officers鈥� gangway! We had to heave all our gear 鈥� kit bags, hammocks, cases etc. etc. onto the quarterdeck. The biggest crime was all us boys were wearing boots! Screams of horror from the Officer of the Watch and the gangway staff because on the Hood nobody below the rank of Petty Officer was allowed to wear shoes on the quarterdeck 鈥� it was bare feet al all times!

We had to get all our gear off the deck and down to the Boys鈥� Messdeck in 鈥淣o minutes flat!鈥� with everyone bawling at us to speed up. Anyway, the panic died down and all was well.

We did a couple of spells on 鈥楽panish Patrol鈥� 鈥� the Spanish Civil War was in progress then 鈥� and a spell at Gib and fleet regattas in the Greek Islands. We generally enjoyed ourselves for about 18 months. We came home in January 1939 and did a refit at Pompey. That鈥檚 when we had the broadcast system put in. Up until then all orders were passed by 鈥榩ipe.鈥� That was one of the jobs for the Boys. We were part of the 鈥榞angway鈥� staff 鈥� four 鈥楥all Boys鈥� two portside and two starboard. We had to gallop all over the ship piping orders. Very good exercise it was! However, once we had the broadcast system fitted that was the end of what was a 鈥榞ood little number.鈥� For us call boys it was back to working 鈥榩art of the ship鈥� again 鈥� scrubbing decks and washing paintwork etc.

We finished the refit and sailed up to Scapa Flow. The fleet was gathering up there at the time. I guess the war drums had started to sound by then. We were at sea when the skipper announced on the loudspeakers that we were now at war. I had spent the middle watch of the previous night in the 5.5 inch magazine fuzing shells so I reckon we knew it was coming!

I think it was a couple of weeks later, 26th September I think, that we were part of a force sent to escort a submarine which had been damaged and couldn鈥檛 dive and was returning to base on the surface. Anyway, I was off watch when 鈥楻epel Aircraft鈥� was sounded. It was very early days in the war and I had no action station regarding anti-aircraft and thought 鈥淥K, another blooming exercise 鈥� don鈥檛 touch me!鈥� So I thought I should take the chance of ripping down to the bathroom and grab a opportunity for a bath and to dhoby some gear. We had some shallow galvanised baths about 3 feet in diameter in the Boys鈥� bathroom and I was sat in one getting soaped when there was a terrific thump and bang. The lights went out, tiles flew up from the bathroom deck and there was me starkers in the dark thinking the end of the world had come! The emergency lights then came on 鈥� very dim 鈥� and I baled out mighty quickish! I appeared that a Ju88 had popped out of a cloud and missed us by about 30 feet on the port side. It gouged some chunks out of the armoured belt just below the waterline 鈥� very scare making!

Well, that was that! We returned to Scapa and then did a few more 鈥楴orthern Patrols鈥� but nothing very exciting happened, except it was ruddy cold! Not quite 鈥楻ussian Convoy鈥� weather, but mighty near it.

We went down to Devonport around November time and each watch had seven days鈥� leave and then back up to Loch Ewe. After the Royal Oak had been sunk in Scapa Flow all the ships moved to Loch Ewe. It was a giggle at Loch Ewe! There was only one little pub there and just imagine the ships鈥� companies of all of the fleet trying to get in the pub bar which was about the size of my sitting room! It was drunk dry in about ten minutes!

Well, nothing very interesting after that 鈥� just more northern patrols and so on until we went down to Devonport again in March 1940. I was drafted to Pompey barracks on 20th May 1940. That was the end of my time in Hood. I was in the Royal Naval Barracks Pompey for about three weeks or so and then got a draft to the Foylebank. She was a 鈥楤ank鈥� Line merchant ship which had been commandeered and converted to and Anti-Aircraft ship. We had heard that she was intended to be an Ack-Ack defence ship for Russian Convoys but we were in the process of 鈥榳orking up鈥� at Portland when one nice Thursday morning a load of Stukas joined us 鈥� and they weren鈥檛 鈥榡ust working up!鈥� The official report said that a force of 鈥榓bout 20 Skukas鈥� attacked the ship, but from the accounts of people who watched it from ashore in Portland there were 26. When the divers went down afterwards there were 26 bomb holes in the ship! It was like a nightmare and seemed to go on for ever though in fact the whole attack was over in about 10 minutes.

I was working the ammo hoist on the starboard pom-pom. At least I would have been if the first bombs hadn鈥檛 put all the electrics out. The well deck and pom-pom 鈥榖and stand鈥� looked like a butcher鈥檚 shop 鈥� bits and pieces of body everywhere. I don鈥檛 know how I got away with it. All I had was a nick across my shin.

The captain of the gun, Leading Seaman Jack Mantle, got a posthumous Victoria Cross. That was July 4th 鈥� Yankee Independence Day. We didn鈥檛 feel very independent!

Old Jack deserved his gong. The two left ammo trays were blown off but he switched to hand firing and kept going. His leg was badly mangled then he got hit again in the chest. It makes me shiver to think of it. I heard afterwards that there were only four of us left alive on the gun. Ah well. I had nightmares for ages after that.

Well, after that I went on survivor鈥檚 leave. Then to Whale Island for a gunnery course. Then I joined the 鈥楲ance鈥� and L class destroyer 鈥� on Malta Convoys etc. Then I went through to Malta with a convoy and stayed there as part of 鈥楩orce K鈥� and did a lot of damage to Rommel鈥檚 supply ships, which made old Alolf cross I guess because he sent the Luftwaffe back to Sicily and that started it!

We went out after another convoy but our luck ran out 鈥� we ran into a minefield. 鈥楴eptune,鈥� and 鈥楰andahar鈥� were sunk and 鈥楶enelope鈥� and 鈥楢urora鈥� damaged. We had loads of rivets sprung and crawled back to Malta and into No. 2 dock and that was our lot! Old Jerry just pounded the dockyard and airfields. We got hit about 3 times, then they blew us off the centreline chocks then hit the lock gates so the water came up and we stayed down!

I got stuck in Malta for the siege and came home in March 1944. I had some leave and then shot out to the Pacific in a little frigate 鈥� the 鈥極danzi.鈥� And there ended my war! They forgot about us 鈥� we were the 鈥楩orgotten Fleet.鈥� I got home in November 1946 鈥� more than a year after the war had ended in the Pacific and more than 18 months after it had ended in Europe!

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