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I was a young lad of nineteen years when I left my reserved occupation at the local steelworks to join the Royal Marines. After initial training and various jobs we ended up on a R.N.A.S. base at Donibristle near the Forth Bridge in Scotland from where we were given a 10 week crash course on diesel and petrol engines whilst another group did seamanship.it was a very basic holiday camp.

After that we started training in real earnest, we were allocated LCA's with a 3 man crew. stoker,deckhand and cockswain. I was a stoker, later known as a motorman.I had a very small engine room with 2 Ford V8 engines and a small hatch with a door to the troops quarters.
We were based on LSI's.The smallest I was on was the Maid of Orleons, a cross channel paddle steamer. It carried 6 L.C.A's.It had beautiful cabins and a merchant crew.The cook was nearly 7 feet talland after our first meal. roast beef with all the trimmings and apple pie he arrived on the mess deck very upset because we hadn't asked for seconds,so although we were all full we had to have more pie.

We were on exercises all the time and were always cold and wet.We left the Maid after 4 weeks and went aboard a brand new larger ship The Empire Halbird straight from America.It carried 18 landing craft and 1000 troops.

We had a good merchant crew but they were a bit militant, when we went on an exercise, if we could not get back to the ship before 5.00pm due to bad weather etc. they would not pick our craft out of the water because they were not paid overtime, so we spent a few miserable nights ashore in schoolrooms or village halls with no food laid on.

Christmas morning 1943 at Invergordon we had to look for a craft that had broken loose during the night. We set off with just our crew and an officer. It was a nice morning, very cold and bright, when we found the craft several miles away.The officer took our deckhand to help him man the craft and left me and the coxswain to return against the tide. The sea cut up rough and we started to get swamped. I opened my bulkhead door and what a sight met my eyes, the corporal had taken his trousers and underpants off and was furiously bailing out. I had to laugh but we were in great danger.He said it was warmer without pants as they were wet through. I helped all I could to bail out and we managed to get back to our ship. We just hooked up ready to be pulled out of the water when our petrol ran out. we had our Christmas 3 hours late, with an extra tot of rum.

One day we set sail for another exercise and we thought we were going a long way.Eventually we sailed into Southampton and embarked our troops, all geordies, plus a pile of bicycles. We did not guess it was the real thing until we anchored near the Isle of Wight and the ship was sealed, then the troops started playing cards with French money.

We were delayed 24 hours but eventually set sail on the night of 5th June. We were briefed on where we were to land, we were Force G and were to land on Gold beach, King,Red. We assembled 2/3rds of the way across the channel and after breakfast at 3.30 am we loaded our troops and were lowered away in pitch darkness. One of the craft got the davit hook caught in his steering, so one of the crew,corporal Tandy, steered the craft with one leg on either side of the rudder, this feat earned him the nickname 'the human rudder'.

We were travelling to the beach for what seemed a lifetime, I kept looking out but it was dark and very rough. After a while there was a terrific noise, every ship in the ocean opened fire at once, it was about 5.30 am. Every time a shell went over us, the craft lifted up, I got a running commentary from the coxwain via the voicepipe. The huge battleships such as Warspite and Romillies had some powerful guns.

All the troops were suffering from seasickness and itching for dry land and to be rid of our bucking craft. We landed on our beach around 7.30am. We had our rifles and fighting order in case we got stuck on the beach but we managed to get off O.K and headed for the troopships to load up with more men and then back to the beach. We got a great cheer from the big ships crews when we passed them going back to our ship, it made our day. We buried a number of dead at sea on our way back to Southampton to load up with reinforcements and American troops and made several more trips to the beaches before getting blown up by a mine off Lands End in early July.

I came home on leave in July 1944 and got married on the 22nd so it is also our Golden Wedding this year. Our honeymoon was cut short when I had to sail to America and the Pacific with Admiral Nimitz 7th Fleet. Despite my years at sea i still cannot swim a stroke.
E.Williams
Ex 539 Flottilla
L.C.A.602
Royal Marines
PLY/X107182

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