Pamir

The article ‘More Manx Matters’ in recent editions of Sea Breezes, particularly the Ben-my-Chree, was of interest in more ways than one.

My father, an NCO during the Second World War, was preparing his unit for transit to France in the D Day landings. Some of his men were not good seafarers and were raising concerns about the journey across the channel – worried they might have to brave the waves in landing craft. To allay their fears, my father told them that they would more than likely be travelling on a much larger ship.

As most were from the North and would be cognisant with the Isle of Man, he cited the Ben-my-Chree as a possible ferry which seemed to calm nerves. When they got to the dock there, in all its glory, was the Ben-my-Chree waiting for them. Word of his psychic powers travelled and soon after boarding he was summoned to the Captain’s cabin where he was given a severe grilling by security officers wanting to know how he managed to penetrate D Day secrets.

Eventually, he convinced them he was not a threat to national security and was allowed to continue, albeit they made him “ship’s orderly Sergeant” for the journey which kept him out of trouble until they landed.

DAVID BUTLER
Reading, England

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