Life on the Open Wave,
Geriaviator,
Welcome back ! The first pic is truly humbling - tells us what War is really about, long after the guns fall silent. On my two transatlantic voyages, I remember how comforting we found the sight of our lone Sunderland or Catalina, dawn to dusk patrolling the seas round the convoy like an alert sheepdog guarding his flock, Aldis flickering as he exchanged signals with the Naval escort.
And how desolate we felt on the third (?) day, when we'd got out of range and our only protection was a destroyer (or two), spending most of its time trying to stand on its nose in the swell (or buried in it !).
And the joy on the fifth day, when we'd crossed the gap and the RCAF (and USAAC on the way back ?) came within range and took over, staying with us till Halifax.
We're standing by all agog for your stories in the New Year.... Cheers, Danny