And we then sailed, joined a convoy and we sailed into the Bay
of Salerno on the night of September the 8th, which was my
eighteenth birthday. And as we're going in the sky is just alive
with gunfire and the noise, the shells and the place was just
exploding. And as we're getting ready to go anchor the German
Air Force hit the ship next to us and of course it blew and it
lit up the harbour so we were kind of a sitting duck. So we
moved over a little to get away from the glare of the fire,
because we had 3600 troops on. And so we dropped anchor, but
before we dropped anchor I had gone up to have a look at my
landing craft to make sure everything was good. And there was a
young soldier standing by the bow looking over and I said to
him, "I guess you're a little nervous, eh?" He said "Yeah," he
said "it's a little difficult for me." He said " I'm from New
York and" he said, "my family's Italian, my grandmother lives in
Rome and" he said "here I am going in to kill the Italians." And
no more had he said that when there was a roar across the whole
ship, the ship just kind of vibrated, they had announced that
Italy had surrendered. And just, unfortunately the timing wasn't
great because a lot of the guys figured they were just going to
walk in and, and set up camp, but that wasn't the case. This was
to be the United States' Dieppe. It, you know, we started
loading the troops, you know when it was about, oh I guess by
this time it's the morning of the 9th. And we're taking these
guys in and fortunately the first few in took a lot of gunfire.
And then the troops, some of them would get up there and they
established a beach head. So by, we were probably about the 5th
or 6th one in, it wasn't quite as bad. There was still machine
gun fire, you know I can remember it whistle over our craft a
couple of times, but we lost five seamen of the Royal Navy in
this invasion. And we took some wounded back. Our sick bay, we
had a hospital on the ship, and it was absolutely packed. And
then we had these five guys, one of them had been a friend, I
befriended, he was only eighteen. His name was Able Seaman
Small, he was from Yorkshire, and he was killed. And the skipper
asked me to pack his gear to ship to his parents and that was a
traumatic thing for me because, you know, two days ago he was a
good friend of mine and here I am packing his gear and his life
is gone, you see. So our commanding officer in the Royal Navy
had requested that we, like we had sewn these guys up in
hammocks ready for burial at sea. And the skipper, the Dutch
skipper refused, he said that they didn't do it that way and so
we had to take them, put them in one of the rooms and take them
back to Iran, for burial at, on shore, which is against navy
tradition. And it was pretty bad when you walked past that room
they were in just off the deck there, you know. You just got
that terrible sinking feeling, you know, knowing that hey, that
could've been you. Yep, because these were all nineteen,
eighteen, twenty year olds. Yeah.