Sunday, January 5, 2025

DOOMSDAY SHIP

 

5 JANUARY 2025: 2025 friends! We made it! Happy New Year to all of you and thank you for following Maritime Maunder. We begin the year with 217,108 readers - a number that is still growing and amazes us. We never would have thought this blog would reach that many readers! So, thank you all for your interest!

Our first post of the new year comes from the British Sun - digital version - and is the subject of on-going contention in the UK, and especially in London.

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A "DOOMSDAY wreck" whose bomb-filled hold threatens to unleash a tsunami in the Thames may carry another deadly cargo.

The SS Richard Montgomery sank in the Thames Estuary near Sheerness, Kent, in August 1944, taking some 1,400 tons of American bombs to the bottom.

 There is concern that if the ship's masts collapse it could spark an explosion

But Southend councillor Stephen Aylen fears that the wreck, which lies just eight miles from his constituency, carried a second, "far more sinister" cargo - mustard gas.

He cited the example of another Liberty Ship, the SS John Harvey, which was dispatched to the Mediterranean theatre with a secret shipment of the killer gas.

But the ship was sank [sic] by the Luftwaffe off Bari, Italy, in December 1943, unleashing its deadly cargo and killing dozens, with hundreds more injured.

Mr Aylen asked: "Is there something like that on the Montgomery? Is there something far more sinister on that ship than we're being told about?

"Because nobody will say exactly what's on it still."

Fearing that a desperate Hitler might turn to chemical weapons, the Allies dispatched mustard gas to Italy so they could quickly respond.

But the gas was banned by the Geneva Protocol, and was sent with such secrecy that its presence in Italy wasn't acknowledged even after it was accidentally unleashed.

Mr Aylen argued that if Hitler was thought desperate enough to use chemical weapons after the Allied invasion of Italy, then the situation in August 1944 was even worst [sic] for him.

D-Day had taken place in June, and Hitler had given his forces permission to withdraw from Normandy mere days before the SS Richard Montgomery sank.

Mr Aylen said: "I might be putting two and two together and making five here, but the thing is: if they took the gas to Italy, why wouldn't they be taking it after D-Day?

"Hitler must have been desperate.

"If they took it to Italy thinking that Hitler would be desperate enough to use it, they must have had good reason, and surely logic says that they would have bought it into this part of Europe too."

Plans are in place to remove the masts of the SS Richard Montgomery, which still loom above the water line, lest they should collapse on to the wreck and trigger an explosion.

But action has been repeatedly delayed and now work is not expected to commence until next year.

The American government has twice offered to make the wreck safe - in 1948 and in 1967 - but was refused both times.

 Some 1,400 tons of WW2 explosives were on board

"It does seem a bit strange that it's been left," said Mr Aylen, an independent who's sat on Southend's council for nearly 30 years.

"Why have they left this obstacle there, with some of the biggest ships in the world now going up the Thames?

"And it's sitting there, only yards from where they go."

He added: "The more you look into it, the more suspicious you get."

It comes after a recent survey found further signs of collapse in the ship, all observed in the previous year.

These included the "whole forward section of the wreck", which lies in two halves on the bottom, leaning 10 to 15 cm further eastward as "supporting sediment is eroded away"

 The main body of the ship is collapsing

A crack along the second cargo hold had also grown 5cm wider and 37cm longer since the previous survey, and was "significantly buckled" further down.

The back half of the ship, meanwhile, was "potentially breaking in two about halfway along its length", with a stretch of deck six metres long collapsing over half a metre in one year.

A Department for Transport spokesperson, the responsible ministry, responded to Mr Aylen's fears.

They said: "The SS Richard Montgomery is one of the most well-documented wrecks in the world.

"In the 80 years since its sinking there has never been any evidence to suggest that its cargo included mustard gas."

A total of 628 military victims were hospitalised with mustard gas symptoms after the sinking of the SS John Harvey, with 83 of them succumbing to their injuries.

The number of civilian casualties wasn't recorded, but is thought to have been even higher.

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OK - so maybe it's safe and maybe not! Solving the problem is going to be a tricky job of work! Politicians need something to get spun up about - and this issue - unproven though it is, appears to be just that. But let's hope there is no mustard gas aboard - the containers can corrode and over time, disintegrate. Not a pleasant thought! Although, should all those bombs detonate .... don't even want to contemplate that! 

See you all soon. Until next time,

                                             Fair Winds,

                                                  Old Salt

 

Saturday, December 21, 2024

CHRISTMAS AT SEA

 21 December 2024: Well, here we are - another year in the books (at least for Maritime Maunder) and it's time to present the perennial favorite poem written by Robert Louis Stevenson, Christmas at Sea. Enjoy and we wish you all (who observe) a most joyous Christmas and a happy and prosperous new year!

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Christmas at Sea 


·  Robert Louis Stevenson

1850 –1894

The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;

The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;

The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea;

And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee.

 

They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day;

But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay.

We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout,

And we gave her the maintops'l, and stood by to go about.

 

All day we tacked and tacked between the South Head and the North;

All day we hauled the frozen sheets, and got no further forth;

All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread,

For very life and nature we tacked from head to head.

 

We gave the South a wider berth, for there the tide-race roared;

But every tack we made we brought the North Head close aboard:

So's we saw the cliffs and houses, and the breakers running high,

And the coastguard in his garden, with his glass against his eye.

 

The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;

The good red fires were burning bright in every 'long-shore home;

The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out;

And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about.

 

The bells upon the church were rung with a mighty jovial cheer;

For it's just that I should tell you how (of all days in the year)

This day of our adversity was blessed Christmas morn,

And the house above the coastguard's was the house where I was born.

 

O well I saw the pleasant room, the pleasant faces there,

My mother's silver spectacles, my father's silver hair;

And well I saw the firelight, like a flight of homely elves,

Go dancing round the china-plates that stand upon the shelves.

 

And well I knew the talk they had, the talk that was of me,

Of the shadow on the household and the son that went to sea;

And O the wicked fool I seemed, in every kind of way,

To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed Christmas Day.

 

They lit the high sea-light, and the dark began to fall.

"All hands to loose topgallant sails," I heard the captain call.

"By the Lord, she'll never stand it," our first mate Jackson, cried.

..."It's the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson," he replied.

 

She staggered to her bearings, but the sails were new and good,

And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood.

As the winter's day was ending, in the entry of the night,

We cleared the weary headland, and passed below the light.

 

And they heaved a mighty breath, every soul on board but me,

As they saw her nose again pointing handsome out to sea;

But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,

Was just that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.

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 There you have it, friends! We thank you for your attention this year, and for the many pleasant comments you have offered  on the posts. Again, a most joyous Christmas and all the best in the new year!

Until next time (next year!)

                                 Fair winds,

                                      Old Salt