On May 1st 1942 the Tribal Class Destroyer HMS Punjabi was part
of a screen of destroyers on the flanks of a line of capital ships
that included the battleship HMS King George V, the Carrier HMS
Victorious, the battleship USS. Washington, and the Cruisers USS.
Wichita and USS. Tuscaloosa. The force was covering P.Q.15 on its way to Murmansk in Russia
with vital materials for our ally in the fight against the Nazi's. I
was a telegraphist aboard Punjabi, and my job was to intercept
German Morse Code signals on high-frequency direction finding
equipment . "HMS Punjabi" (Wright
& Logan - Southsea)
We had left Iceland
five days before and were in Arctic waters when at 15:45 on May 1st
a thick fog descended on the fleet. I was in the main wireless cabin in the forward part of the ship, prior to
relieving another telegraphist in the cabin aft where we conducted
our interception work. Suddenly there was a tremendous crash, the
Punjabi heeled over sharply on its side, and all the lights went
out. First thought was that we had been torpedoed, but our nemesis
turned out to be one of our own ships - the 34,000-ton battleship
King George V had rammed and cut in half our 1,850-ton destroyer.
"HMS King George V",
anchored in Seydisford, Iceland before returning to Liverpool for
repairs.
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I made my way up on
deck, and soon after we got the order to abandon ship. Sliding down
the sloping side of the forward part of the ship, I got a liberal
coating of fuel oil on entering the freezing water. No swimmer, I
looked around after coming to the surface, and was lucky to grab
onto a Carley Float nearby, hoisting myself onto the side where I
sat in freezing water until we were picked up by the destroyer HMS.
Martin.
Press Cutting -
Credit: Terry Hopkins (Ken Tipper points out disaster was off
Iceland, not Ireland)
"HMS Martin"
As our stricken ship
lay in two halves in the water, she was narrowly missed both by the
USS. Washington and HMS. Victorious. The Punjabi's depth charges
blew up as the stern sank, and the crew of the Washington felt the
concussion as they passed by. The incident was kept secret until the
end of the war, and a court of enquiry decided that Punjabi, in the
fog, had turned across the bows of the battleship after being told
to alter course to avoid a floating mine. Miraculously, only 49 of
the Punjabi's crew were lost in what was one of the most bizarre
incidents in World War 2. There were 201 survivors, who, in another
twist of fate, were transferred to the battleship that sank their
ship, in Iceland for the return trip to Scapa Flow, the Home Fleet
anchorage in the Orkney and Shetland Islands. The King George V,
with a huge gash in her bows, needed to return to Liverpool for
repairs.Fate was not yet done
with me, for while on deck of the King George V on the trip to Scapa
Flow, I saw a member of the battleships crew emerging from a
hatchway. He looked strangely familiar, and it took a while for he
and I to recover from the shock of seeing each in such strange
circumstances. We had last seen each other in the newspaper office
where we both worked before joining the Navy. Our desks had almost
adjoined each other in the Birmingham Gazette reading room.
Winston Churchill on
the Bridge of HMS Punjabi 1939 - John Sully (Signalman behind), this
picture appeared in the British press and John Sully's Father
spotted it. - (Credit - Terry Hopkins)
After Punjabi, I was sent to another destroyer, HMS Quorn, based in Harwich and doing convoy escort duty around the coast of Britain. We also took part in the sinking of a German armed merchant raider off the French coast. The Quorn was sunk soon after D Day and I learned that all the
telegraphists were killed. Fortunately for me, I had been in
Colombo, Ceylon (Sri-Lanka now) for 18 months intercepting Japanese
radio signals. Fate still had not
done with me though. We had emigrated to Florida in 1957 and in July
1973, I was reading the Sunday paper in my home in Pompano Beach
when I saw an article about the reunion of the crew of the USS
Washington taking place in Fort Lauderdale. I called the hotel where
the reunion was to be held and spoke to the organizer, who asked me
to join them for what turned out to be quite a memorable meeting
with the guys who had last seen my ship in the Arctic Ocean, in two
halves as they narrowly avoided hitting us. Later, I attended their
reunion at the Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland, and in June
1989, at their reunion in Reno, Nevada I was made an honorary member
of their association. It's been more than
62years since that fateful day in May 1942, but I still recall the
two telegraphists who lost their lives, one of them who I was due to
relieve in just 15 minutes to stand the first dog watch. Very
recently I have received a medal from the Russian Goverment for
taking part in the "Russian Convoys". I have been in E
contact with a New Zealand Navy Reserve chap who saw my story on
this website and whose uncle died on Punjabi. He has told me about a
court-martial being held about the sinking just five days afterwards
on the hospital ship HMS Tyne in Scapa Flow. I never knew about this
and the fact that not only were the captain and officer of the watch
on trial but the rest of us survivors!!!!! Both these officers were
severely reprimanded and lost seniority. Nothing happened to the
rest of us I guess.
"Home" is in Florida.
I am father of two, grandfather of five. We are now
great-grandparents to Elias Gregory, our first boy, who was born in
November. So we now have five great-grandchildren. And of course I
am now 85! Tempus fugit!!!with my wife of 60years to share our
memories.
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