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The Story Of John Hornby 1901-1974Author - John Haydn
Barker Hornby, 2001. Edited and Published 2003 Copyright © Hubmaker
All this maneuvering was to enable Mr. Churchill to embark on 13th December for rapid transportation to the important "Arcadia" conference in Washington. This was a meeting of 26 countries (many of them quite minor) all working to defeat the German and Japanese powers; and to increase and co-ordinate war material production to that end. I have a photo of my father piping Churchill aboard at this time - a tale he told was this: "I was really honoured when I was given the job of "piping aboard" Winston Churchill and his daughter Sarah on their way to Canada in the early part of the war: I saluted, of course, as he came aboard. I then saluted his daughter, in the uniform of a Leading Wren. "Why do you salute my daughter, she is of a lower rank that you?" I replied "It is a tradition in the Navy, Sir, to salute all ladies as they come aboard ship". "Huh", he replied, "the Navy and it's traditions".
My father spoke of Churchill endlessly pacing the quarterdeck, heavily wrapped up in winter clothing, and left alone by the ships officers. Churchill was eventually delivered safely to the vital conference but said that he may as well have travelled by submarine, and he flew back, in an equally risky operation, that has been well documented. After this episode the ship was again fully employed on Russian Convoy support work. The book "Convoy" by Paul Kemp gives the following information about where she was. "From 1st - 4th March 1942 she was stationed between 5 degrees West and 14 degrees East in support of PQ12 and QP8 (PQ was the code for outbound convoys to Russian and QP were home bound) From 5th - 13th March she was off Reykjavik, Iceland, and the Kola inlet. From 28th April to 2nd May 1942 she was in support of PQ15, and in June 1942 she was positioned NE of Jan Mayen Island in support of the fateful convoy PQ17".
The story of this convoy is one of the great tragedies of the war, well documented at the time. Suffice it to say that Admiral Sir Dudley Pound, who made the fateful decision to scatter the convoy, was on Duke of York at that time. The ship sailed again to an area NW of Jan Mayen Island to support another convoy, PQ18. In between times, on the 8th June 1942, the ship was used to transport HM the King George VI to Quebec, Canada via Halifax, and there are photographs and documents in the archives about the event. This was a pre D day conference of all the best experts. Also on 11th August 1942 the King visited the ship in Scapa Flow, Orkney and there is a photograph showing my father piping, him aboard. He used to tell the following story about an event around this time. I have been unable to verify it but I have no reason to question the truth.
My father had a friend from the neighbouring village of Tarleton
called Frank McKean, and we all went to visit him in the village
when they were both on leave. He had the distinction of smashing
up one of the aircraft cranes on the Duke of York in some sort of
mishap, and Gloria and I remember him as a very funny man. He called
himself "Frank in a tank" for some reason, and the whole
visit was a never ending laugh.
Some time later, when the ship called at the Kola Inlet, North Russia,
during the Russian Convoy era, she was visited by Admiral Arseni
Golovko, C in C of the Soviet Northern Red Fleet, and in his book
"The Red Fleet", Golovko states: "Like a good
host, Admiral Fraser (on board the Duke of York) showed me over
the whole ship, which indeed made a powerful impression, and even
invited me into the ship's bakery where we were regaled with some
good newly baked buns. After eating one I praised both it and the
bakers, little suspecting that this would lead to a surprise. When
we had disembarked from the battleship a bulky sack was lowered
onto the deck of the launch containing a vast quantity of buns.
What you might call the acme of hospitality!". Another
story about the ship is that she led a convoy of other allied ships
at great speed up a 45 mile long fjord leading to the town of Akureyri,
North Iceland. Visibility at the time was atrocious and the whole
fleet thought that the "Duke's" captain had gone mad when
he said "follow me" at speed. What the others did not
know was that the ship was fitted with "this new fangled radar
thing" which by this time she had thoroughly tried and tested!
My father was on board at that time, and I think it explains the
confident, rapid trip into Scapa Flow described before.
All along the war years it was a practice of my mother and father to follow a private code so that he could say where he was without breaching any secrecy rules. For example, if he wrote or telephoned to say that he had counted fifteen seagulls perched on one of the lifeboats, mother would look up number fifteen which would have shown that he was in Cyprus. The code went up to No. 47 Ireland. Introduction & Contents | Next Chapter |
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