Saturday 27 July 2013


                                         The spirit of Dunkirk.                      


                                                                                              

SKIPPER” ALBERT STROUD was bosun on an 866-ton yacht, Narcissus, when war broke out and the Navy took her over. Her name was changed to Grive, because the Navy already had a vessel named Narcissus, and she was being adapted by the Fleet Air Arm for salvaging fallen aircraft when the grim reality of war came to Albert.
"It was the morning of May 29 . . first thing after breakfast a squad came aboard and ordered us to proceed to Dover. We could see the French refugees coming down the channel and sandbarges were loaded with civilians and cars—so 1 guessed we would be heading to Dunkirk."
In fact, he was to make four journeys to Dunkirk; the lives of 3,300 men would be saved thanks to the bravery of Albert and his crew. Like the thousands of other seamen who took part in the greatest of all rescue attempts, they worked nonstop night and day. "I put on my life jacket that Wednesday morning—and I wore it until it was taken off in Chatham hospital on Sunday."
Born and brought up in Whit­stable. Kent, the son of an old sea-going family, Albert, now 82, recalls that he already knew Dunkirk and the Belgian coast, -like the back of my hand—I'd been there in the First World War." He chose to take the long route, by the Goodwin lightship, past Calais, following a channel that had been cleared by a  minesweeper. Albert remembers: "On the first trip we went as near to the shore as we dared— the beaches were black with men. It was pitiful. But I felt proud to see our troops still marching in long columns in spite of the bombing. The stretcher cases were in front and the walking wounded set the pace behind. We used our small boats to ferry the men aboard until they were loaded like sardines, while our two guns blazed away at enemy aircraft. We arrived back at Dover after midnight and reloaded with stores and rum, which we dished out to the troops." That was the end of the first of Albert's 12-hour trips.
On the second run, the Grive was .able to go into harbour as the wooden east pier had been re­paired after a bombing raid, and the men were able to step aboard. "As we left, a cheer went up. Our guns had scored a dirrect hit on an aircraft which exploded over the sea. We needed to take      ammunition aboard before leaving for the third trip, but when we got back to Dover we found we had to move berth to make room for another ship—the delay would have been too long, so we left with only 12 shells aboard. When we returned to Dunkirk that evening, anti-aircraft guns were firing away, and bombs falling. We berthed alongside a hospital ship, its rails lined with nurses, waiting as calmly as if they were on a summer cruise. But the noise of the guns and the bombs seemed to draw the breath out of me."
On the way back to Dover they stopped to pick up the survivors from a bombed destroyer.We were jam-packed full of survivors when we got back to Dover on Saturday, June I. We had our first meal for days, loded on more stores and prepared for the fourth trip. 'You have done a fine job,' the Captain told the men, We are going back now because there are still some troops to bring back, but any man who cannot face another journey is at liberty to go ashore.' But the men stayed with the ship and reached Dunkirk at dusk.
"I went around the ship seeing all the crew at the action stations, then took my position between two skylights, watching the fires of Dunkirk over the port bow and listening to the bombers over­head. Suddenly I heard an • ex­plosion. I felt the decks shudder, my legs go, my teeth drawn out of my gums, my clothes ripped off. I was up to my chest in water —the deck rose like a wall Albert managed to force his way clear and two sailors pushed a raft across to him. They waited until they heard the ,first boat which came to their rescue. Only 17 of the crew of 43 were picked up and taken back to Ramsgate on Sunday morning.
Skipper Stroud was taken to hospital in Chatham. His injuries were so severe that it was 16 weeks before he was well enough to be moved to Epsom for a further 19 months in hospital.    

                                                             
 Frederick Stroud:-Grandson                                                                                           Email:-familystroud1@gmail.com

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