"When HMS
Viscount
rammed a U-boat on a stormy night in Mid -Atlantic, the Commanding
Officer, knowing his ship, told his men 'If I had my choice where to
ram a submarine, I should not have picked a spot 1000 miles from home.
I cannot promise to get you home this week, but we'll get home some
day'. The ramming had torn off a great section of her bow. A head sea
or rough weather would have finished an ordinary destroyer off. Every
scrap of timber on board, even the booms and the ensign jackstaff, was
used to shore up the remaining bulkheads. Gale warnings were received.
The ship ran into a fog. Twisted plates acting as false rudders through
her off course. Five hundred miles from home the deck of yet another
forward compartment collapsed into the sea bringing the weight of the
weather against another bulkhead. Even the mainmast was rigged for
felling in case of further shoring was needed.
Five days later the
Viscount came
home, and the dockyard workmen lined the dock to cheer her in.
They knew a good ship when they saw one. Their father's had built her."
Nottinghamshire Evening Post 26th September 194?