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Thursday, 08 December 2011

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"No wonder the Tories are known as the 'Stupid Party'": that's because they were so named before the Labour Party was invented. Obviously.

Not always obvious to me, DM! Especially these days with the self-confessed 'heir to Blair' running things.

I heard a survivor talking about this campaign on Radio 4's "PM" programme a couple of months back. He was an undemonstrative man, but described just about the worst conditions that it is possible for a human being to be in. Dante couldn't do it justice.

Robathan adds insult to injury by talking in these terms. His SAS record shows his courage in one respect, but I wonder whether he is brave enough to apologise? To be fair, he probably knows that he should.

Yes, 'W', he has offered an apology of the "I didn't really mean etc, etc" but the only effective apology would be to order the immediate award of this campaign medal to the survivors.

Good post - skewer the swine. My father was in the Royal Navy during the war and although I know he served some time in the North Atlantic, it's a part of his war he hardly ever spoke of.

I'm not surprised. It must have been like dealing with unexploded bombs - non-stop - for every minute as you chugged along at the speed of the slowest vessel never knowing when some U-boat was lining you up.

I remember as a boy waiting in my mother's office in the early '50s and meeting a sales rep who called on her. He was, I guess from his head, face and arms, totally hairless. Apparently he had served on a merchant ship on the Archangel run and every hair on his body fell off due to the strain.

Mind you, the U-boat crews were even worse off. I believe they had the highest casualty rates amongst any branch of any service in the European war.

It's worth reading Alastair MacClean's HMS Ulysses for a superb fictional account of the North Arctic convoys. It was that book which dissuaded me from a career in the Navy.

That, and on an open day in Portsmouth I discovered the Royal Navy ships were outdated, badly designed, deathtraps which could be sunk by small-arms fire.

Hello, Tim, good to hear from you. So, instead of serving in HMS Death Trap where you might have earned a medal, you went into the oil drilling business and ended up spending your life in some of the shitiest shit-pots of the world! Still, you earned 'loadsa' money. Good choice, in my view.

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