Richard how are things with you?
I don't want to tempt providence and mention the weather so I'll skip
that formality. I've had a rake through my papers and so far the only
photograph I can find relative to my time in the service is one that
was taken by Trevor Lintott when we were in the West Indies in February
1954 while aboard HMS TRIUMPH. Some of the crew felt the need to do
a bit of big game fishing and attached a large piece of beef to a butcher's
hook which was tied to a length of rope and secured to a capstan and
lowered into the water. Believe it or not, their optimism was rewarded
big time when a passing shark took the bait! After the excitement died
down the capstan operator raised the catch, which was not particularly
pleased to find itself in that situation and was writhing about with
what could only be described as justifiable irritation. When the photographers
had finished, the problem of what to do with the poor bloody shark remained.
After a quick consultation with the powers that be, a marine appeared
with a rifle and sent its soul to heaven or wherever sharks souls go
to when they die.
I don't think I've left anything out of this grizzly episode but maybe
Trevor can fill any holes if I have forgotten anything. The passage
of fifty-two years has perhaps taken the sharpness off my recall.