Diving Stations: The Story of Captain George Hunt and the Ultor
By Peter Dornan
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Diving Stations - Peter Dornan
Ranks in the Royal Navy
Officers
• Admiral of the Fleet
• Admiral
• Vice Admiral
• Rear Admiral
• Commodore
• Captain
• Commander
• Lieutenant Commander
• Lieutenant
• Sub Lieutenant
• Midshipman (Junior Officer)
• Cadet at Naval College or Training Ship
Chaplains and doctors are officers
Ratings
• Chief Petty Officer
• Petty Officer
• Leading Seaman
• Able Seaman
• Ordinary Seaman
• Boy Seaman
• Boy Seaman – at Naval College
In the Royal Navy, the Commanding Officer of a ship is known on board as the Captain, regardless of whether he is a Lieutenant, a Commander, a Captain or a Commodore.
The Captain of a ship (even a Lieutenant), therefore, is entitled to the normal acts of respect, such as being piped on board.
Rough comparison of officer ranks:
In the United Kingdom, the Royal Navy is the senior of the three services.
Measurements
This book is set during the Second World War. All measurements were then recorded using the Imperial System.
Rather than convert all measurements in the text to the metric system, this has only been done on a few occasions. The following is a relevant conversion chart.
METRIC-ENGLISH EQUIVALENTS
Maps
Prologue
29 April 1940. The North Sea, off the east coast of England. Evening, 7.00pm. A British submarine was silently sailing up the coastal swept channel, an area cleared of mines. A thick fog had developed, rolling in from the sea. Five men stood on the bridge, peering into the Stygian darkness. Survival depended on good eyesight and quick thinking. One was the Captain with two other officers and two men as lookouts.
The officers were anxious. The Captain, Lieutenant Frank J. Brooks, had already expressed his concern that they had not been given an escort, a destroyer or minesweeper, for protection and identification, particularly in view of the poor visibility they were now experiencing.
One of the two other officers, Lieutenant George Hunt, was the Navigation and Signals Officer. George looked every bit the seafaring man. He had a beard, which he kept neat and trimmed, his hair was very fair and his blue eyes were the same colour as the sea. He was lean and fit, and the ideal height for a submariner, 172cm (5’7½"). The other officer was Lieutenant John Trickey, a cheerful South African Reserve Officer, the Officer of the Watch. They shared the Captain’s concern.
The submarine, HMS Unity, was one of the new breed of small submarines, Unity-class, or U-class. It was based at Blyth in Northumberland, a submarine base on the north-east coast of England. Earlier that day, before setting out, there had been some disruption as the regular Captain had suddenly been taken ill. An urgent replacement had been found, Lieutenant Brooks, and he had only arrived at Blyth at noon. Brooks quickly assumed command and the Unity sailed by 4.00 that afternoon.
Now, it would appear, they had every reason to be concerned. Due to an oversight in the Signal Distributing Office in Blyth, Unity was not told, before sailing, that she might meet a convoy coming down the swept channel from the north. U-class boats – a submariner refers to his ‘boat’ rather than his ‘ship’ – had three officers in addition to the Captain. The officers rotated watch four hours on and eight hours off. It was intense work being shared among George, Trickey and the First Lieutenant, Angus Low, the Second-in-Command, who was down below in the control room. (The Officers of the Watch (OOW) shared these duties, leaving the Captain free to plan and oversee everything. In stressful periods, such as now, he would be called to the bridge.)
The U-class submarines were launched in 1937. There were three of them at this stage – Undine, Unity and Ursula – the forerunners of sixteen ordered. Even though they were small, they were lethal, and had a crew of thirty-six. The vessel was ‘diesel-electrically’ driven. That is to say, the main power source while on the surface was derived from two effective 400hp Paxman diesel generators. They provided the power to charge the batteries (recharging was carried out on the surface – usually for a few hours at night) or to drive the two electric motors direct which turned the propeller shafts. In this way, the batteries could drive the ship whether on the surface or submerged.
These first three submarines were remarkable in appearance for their bulbous bows, housing two external torpedo tubes, but their main ability was to dive quickly, as little as sixteen seconds from surface to periscope depth.
The Unity was George’s first operational submarine, which he had joined in April the previous year. As war became imminent, in June of the same year, 1939, King George held a review of the assembled Home Fleet, including the Reserve Fleet. On completion, all ships and submarines were dispersed to their prearranged war stations. When war was actually declared on 3 September 1939, the Royal Navy was on a war footing and highly organized.
On that fateful day, Unity was sitting off Heligoland, on Germany’s doorstep, awaiting developments. (Heligoland was a fortified island which guarded the mouth of the Elbe River in Germany. From there, they could monitor shipping movements in and out of the river.) Since then, George had been on six patrols, mainly off the German coast and in the Skagerrak, the strait between Denmark and Norway.
George had experienced very little action at this stage, although he had regularly witnessed the terrible results of war, picking up survivors from ships sunk by the enemy. He had also dealt with the almost nightly bombing by the Germans, as Blyth was often hit.
This particular night, which was the start of George’s seventh patrol, Unity’s orders were to proceed to a patrol area off Heligoland once again. George had just come up to the bridge to relieve Trickey on watch. Before actually relieving Trickey, through the fog and to the north, George could hear the eerie sounds of various sirens and foghorns heralding the presence of several ships in the channel. It was a little strange, as Unity had received no word of a convoy coming south. However, George’s main concern as the Navigating Officer was hoping to sight a channel buoy in the vicinity, allowing them to make an alteration of course and remain safely in the channel.
A blast on a ship’s siren was heard somewhere ahead, grabbing George’s attention. At this point, the Captain took over control from the OOW. Unity replied with a long reply from her siren. That ship appeared close. Suddenly, a further blast was heard from another ship, even closer – too close. Like a spectre shrieking out of Hades, a dark shape reared out of the darkness and fog. It was a Norwegian merchant ship, the Alte Ja rl, and it was on a near-collision course with Unity.
At this stage of the war, most people hardly knew what a submarine looked like, let alone whether it belonged to Germany or the Allies. As such, even though Norway was neutral, the captain of the Alte Ja rl wasn’t going to take a chance. He decided that a lone unescorted submarine had to be a German U-boat, and one less Uboat would be a good thing. He held his course and steered his ship hard over, aiming deliberately at the submarine. George stared as the dark shape of the bow now raced directly towards him.
At the same instant, the Captain, standing next to him, reacted. Predicting the outcome, he ordered full speed astern both engines. He then told the OOW to sound three short blasts on the siren. The urgent penetrating wail shot out into the night. At the same time, he called down the voice pipe to the control room, ‘Collision Stations! Shut watertight doors! Prepare to abandon ship!’ This was quick thinking. The Captain knew the only way out of the submarine was up the conning tower – the crew should start moving now!
Then, at the last minute, as the Alte Ja rl came towards its smaller target, the Norwegian captain realized the Unity was flying the British white ensign. The ensign, with a Union Jack in one corner and a red cross on it, caught what little light was reflected off the dense fog. Feverishly the Norwegian ordered full speed astern. The vessel responded, it began to slow, but it was too late. It continued charging towards Unity, its bow cutting through the water.
George braced himself. The bow of the Norwegian ship smashed into the side of the Unity, slicing her open. There was a terrible wrenching sound as metal ripped into metal. Initially, to most of the sailors, the full horror of the damage was muffled as the collision occurred underwater, forward of the bridge. However, the impact sent a sickening thud through the boat. Cutlery and crockery smashed and lights flashed out; men cursed. Bitterly cold sea water raced in. Within moments, the whole of the fore end of the submarine was flooded. The boat was certainly going to sink.
Down below, there appeared to be little panic. Men were well trained for this type of emergency and followed their drills. There was, of course, a keen sense of urgency, but everybody followed a procedure and a job. Any outward fears that they may forever be entombed in this metal coffin were only reflected in their wide eyes. Here, in these dark, confined spaces, the First Lieutenant, Angus Low, organized and calmed the men. He then urged those in the control room to scramble up the conning tower ladder where they were met by George at the top on the bridge, having been stationed there by the Captain.
As they reached the bridge, George ran a quick eye over each man to make sure they were alright and that they had secured their lifebelts. The lifebelts were a problem. They were designed only as a rubber tube which circled the chest with a connecting hose to allow the tube to be blown up by mouth. If they were inflated before going up the conning tower, it could be difficult to get through the upper hatch onto the bridge. As well, it was ridiculous that the bunting which covered the tube, of all the colours to choose, was dark blue – a colour not easily discernable at night in a black sea. George marvelled at the lack of foresight by his seniors responsible for such decisions.
As men fumbled in the dark with their lifebelts, George organized them to gather on the after-casing of the hull and to wait there until they either got washed off or the boat sank. The ship was already at an angle with the bow under the water. One man approached George and insisted, ‘I need to get back down there and help.’George looked at him incredulously, wondering whether he was genuinely brave or a ‘twit’ – it was very obvious it was impossible to go down the conning tower as there was only room for men coming up.
They were running out of time. Two men still hadn’t come up and the submarine was sinking fast. Angus Low remained down below in charge and Able Seaman Henry Miller had been operating the motors. His desperate job was to cut off the motors to stop the propellers. If the submarine sank, the spinning propellers could do a great deal of damage to men in the water.
Lieutenant Trickey and George stayed on the bridge with the Captain until everybody except Low and Miller had climbed out.
There was a procedure, if the submarine is sunk and lying on the bottom, which made it possible to escape by deliberately flooding a compartment which was fitted with a twill (tough denim) trunk. This allowed air to be trapped to enable a man to get out through a hatch in the torpedo stowage compartment, or the engine room compartment. However, the torpedo stowage compartment had been directly hit by the Alte Ja rl and was flooded already rendering it useless for escape, which left the engine room. There was also a third avenue of escape and that was the conning tower. At this stage, the Captain ordered George to shut the upper conning tower hatch and stand on it. He called for him to stay there until, as the Unity sank, water pressure would take over and keep the hatch shut.
This was good thinking by the Captain as it would have the effect of preventing the conning tower and the control room from being flooded, thus leaving Low and Miller one final sporting chance to escape. Unfortunately, by staying on the bridge, as the stricken vessel dropped into the deep, George and the other two officers would be exposed to the full force of the resulting suction.
Slowly at first, George felt the boat steadily sink beneath him. He kept his feet firmly planted on the now receding conning tower hatch. Initially, the cold shocked him. The water quickly swirled around his legs and then lapped higher, grabbing at his chest. Then suddenly there was no more time. The submarine with the three officers on the bridge slipped away and speared straight down. The sailors waiting on the casing plunged into the water. Men cursed again. Fortunately most of them managed to swim reasonably clear of the suction.
The water was dark and unpredictable. George had barely caught his breath when suddenly he was aware of a tremendous unseen force dragging him under, sucking him away from the surface and precious oxygen. The sea closed over and rumbled above him. Like a rag doll, he was swirled into the vortex created by the submarine as it sank into its death dive. He had barely managed to grab a lungful of air and desperately held his breath. He must stay calm and concentrated. As the submarine below him picked up speed, the turbulence twisted and rolled him and he fought for stability.
He was sinking fast – 20, 30 feet. He must not panic now. His resolve was strengthened by the knowledge that they were in a 100- foot deep channel; this was as deep as he could be dragged. He had been through the escape drills in basic training at Fort Blockhouse at Portsmouth in the underwater escape chamber, but nothing had quite prepared him for this. If he remained conscious, he might be able to survive.
He dropped further into the abyss – 70, 80, 90 feet. His lungs felt as if they were being crushed. The pressure was increasing rapidly and he was hurting. Then suddenly, he was aware of a developing pain in his ears. Damn. He had dropped so fast, he had not been able to clear his ears – to equalize the pressure. He felt a searing pain in both his eardrums as they perforated. He felt like yelling, but resisted the urge.
When would it stop …?
C H A P T E R O N E
The Early Years
‘Wouldst thou’ – so the helmsman answered –
‘Learn the secret of the sea?’
Only those who brave its dangers
Comprehend its mystery.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807–1882
George had always treasured the idea of going to sea. Even as a 12- year-old, while still at preparatory school, he imagined himself as the Captain of his own ship standing on the bridge. He was fortunate in that he came from a unique background which was able to nurture these dreams. He had a strong Scottish heritage with links to the sea: his great-grandfather (also George Edward) had been a shipbuilder in Glasgow. His formative years had also stimulated in him a sense of adventure and independence, qualities necessary for embracing life on the ocean wave. The period of history he was born into was also providential.
In the early half of the twentieth century, Britain was riding the crest of her empire-building policies. The map of the world was splashed with red, bristling with dozens of ‘Outposts of Empire’. It was a time of expansion, opportunity and adventure. In this era, Britain exported her bloodlines all over the world to maintain her colonies. George’s family was a microcosm of this excitement: his three uncles were posted to India, Canada and the Sudan. Fired by a similar impulse, George’s father, John Hunt, a chartered accountant, joined the Colonial Service and was appointed to the British Protectorate of Uganda.
In 1913, George’s father married his mother Emily, a nurse, in Kampala, the capital of Uganda. Tragically, their early happiness was marred as their first child Ellenora, who was born in 1914, died in February 1916. Consequently Emily, who was at this stage pregnant with George, was sent back to Scotland in order to have access to better medical facilities and support. Like many of his forefathers, George was born there, at Milton of Campsie, the family’s ancestral home in Stirlingshire, not far from Glasgow, on 4 July 1916. (George’s grandfather, also John Hunt, had founded the Calico Printing works there.) He was christened George Edward Hunt.
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