CHAPTER 14
OPERATION No 10
No 10. "Tracker", however, in a
ship for sea time. On 14th October we left Greenock for
Scapa, and were soon on the Artic
trail again. Once more C.S.10 was one with us,flying
his flat in "Vindex", "Nairana",
"Dido", and a bevy of destroyers were there also, and we
bowled merrily along to Kola Inlet
and back without incident whatsoever. This was a new
edition of the Russian run. The
most interesting part was the run ashore in Kola Inlet,
and more football . Lt Cmdr. Harding
led the gallant flyers to a hospital At Home given by
the local Russian Air Base. In
our hanger, a very large audience from "Tracker" and the
escorts enjoyed a remarkably fine
concert given by the Red Fleet. This was souvenir
Night. This most friendly band
of Russians mastered all language difficulties, and
lingered happily chatting- and
exchanging addresses- in every corner of the ship. One
recalls Field Marshall Alexander's
words about Britain's best Ambassadors. Although he
referred to his own land forces,
the compliment may of course be extended to the son's
of the sea. Perhaps it is because
the ordinary man suffers most though international
misunderstanding, that he is the
quickest to understand his opposite number in a
different uniform. Or is it because
he knows that under the uniform breaths just another
George or Bill? Interesting passengers
on the homeward run were soldiers who had been
captured at Tobruk. Imprisoned
in Italy and then East Prussia, and rescued by the
Russians.
We steamed into Greenock on 11th
November, one year after that grim tussle with the
Atlantic. For a time at any rate,
H.M.S. "Tracker's" work as an operational carrier was
over. With her three squadrons,
she had covered 40,854 miles.
She had come through many dangers,
a few narrow escapes, she had done useful if not
spectacular work. She had been
the subjects of one book, referred to in others,
mentioned in the B.B.C.'s news
service, and included in a message from the First Lord
to the Fifth, congratulating him
on the work of the Fleet Air Arm in the Far North. Two
vital jobs.- the Atlantic Gap
and the Murmansk Convoy - had been written off as
completed. Best of all, the Ship's
Company and Squadron could work hard and work
together. Captain Huntley and
commander Collett had got somewhere as a team. "Will
you be requiring us any more/"
signalled the M.T.B., as 653 Squadron roared into the
clouds. An unexpected answer
came from the Captain, and what buzzes it started! No,
never more" And from F.O.C.T.
came the signal. "Well Done"
Westward Ho! Just three pages to go.
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