My First Career
On 5 January 1942, I went to Shotley Royal Naval Base for a medical examination, which I passed despite being under the height requirement of five feet. I was four feet ten and a half inches, six stone six lbs (42.3 kg), and fifteen years, five months and twenty days old. I was an under-sized, under-aged piece of ‘cannon fodder.’ The school received a twenty-five pound Sterling bounty payment upon my delivery to the Royal Navy. My body was sold for approximately 55p or Aus $1-15 a Kilo or 30 cents U/S per lb. After a gruelling train journey to Fleetwood (near Liverpool,) I embarked in the early morning on the Isle of Man steam packet, ‘Rushen Castle’. It took four hours to get to Douglas, the capital and main port on the Isle of Man. I hadn’t been at sea for four years. Looking piteously at the first-timers berleying on the boisterous Irish sea, I was reminded of my first experience of sea sickness on a Portsmouth to Isle Of Wight ferry in 1938 the ‘Lorna Doone,’ a coal burning paddle steamer that smelled of beer, egg sandwiches, and tarred rope. I believe it was put to good use evacuating soldiers from Dunkirk (Dunkerque) France in June 1940. The Bible in my possession said, ‘To Leslie John Bowyer on the Feast of the Epiphany, 7 January 1942.” It was signed by the Rev. Harling. I often wonder if the Rev. Harling ever made it to heaven. Some of the other entrants who wore sailor’s gear like mine were from other navy schools. Some wore civilian clothes. It was Wednesday, 7 January 1942. I was now a boy, 2nd Class RN. The Americans had beaten me to this war thing by thirty-one days, but I was better prepared than most for my next encounter with a new type of authority.
In the Wash up It is pleasing to know that the RN is still paying me a fair sized pension for the past 51.5 years
Hopefully indexed for inflation.
What makes you wonder whether the Rev. Harling was heaven bound?
I remember sea-sickness. Not fun.
And am very glad you survived long enough to claim your pension.
Andrew. Fortunately Indexed. But not my Brit pension which was paid through Nat/ins,It dies a little every year.
EC The Rev Harling was a brute with his cane; more so than some of our other educators. Even much worse than Our history teacher Attila Bates. Mr Stokes and Mr Phillips got by without the cane and commanded our respect.
A saint would have difficulty avoiding the cane at Watts Naval Training College. run by Barnardo's.
Such different times. I always find it slightly difficult to imagine these events as somewhat of the norm. It was a good read.
Thanks for all the currency and measurement conversions!
Thank you Grandson Dylan.
Grandson Dylan is a School teacher in lives in Queensland Aus. Known as joe bonkers bananaland.
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