Pamela joined the WRNS in
1943. He written account gives an insight into the training her and
her fellow classmates were involved in when learning to be Air Radar
Mechanics. Pamela was posted to Devonport to work with the Royal Navy
and worked on trawlers for almost two years. In her recollections, Pamela
remembers the technical work she did, the people she accountered and
the sad realities of war.
This written account
was originally published in the publication Wartime News
On 22nd August 1943, the
WRNS in its wisdom, having decided that the intake of 8th August should
train as Air Radar Mechanics, sent the twenty or so newly hatched WRNS
to spend four months at Walthamstow Technical College in order to learn
the basics of Radio Theory and Workshop Practice. Thus was born class
ARM 21.
We wrote reams of notes on
fault finding procedure, made our own C spanners and mastered the intricacies
of the soldering iron (electric ones not allowed!) It helped with the
fault finding if one remembered whether the anode, or possibly the cathode,
went positive, or negative at the outset of any radio operation. As
very few of us had previously been introduced to Ann, Cath or even Di
Ode, it gave rise to various horror and silent hysterics. But some of
the girls were brilliant, outdoing sailors working on the same course
at the same time.
New Year's Day 1944, started
us on four month's further slogging at HMS Ariel, which at that time
was near Warrington in Lancashire. Radar, a title culled from the USA
and previously having been referred to as Radio Location or Radio Direction
Finding was so secret that on no account could it be discussed with
anyone. Our books were locked in the classrooms at the end of each day,
and on leave, the instruction when asked the category indicated by the
badge of wings bisected by a shaft of light was to say airily "Oh
something to do with wireless."
We took our final exams,
which reduced us all to quivering jellies, and some to tears, and together
with two weeks unravelling IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) we passed
out as leading WRNS. Our "buttons" when we became Petty Officers
followed a year later.
Having trained as Air Radar
Mechanics on an ancient Swordfish aircraft, and even more ancient Walrus,
the rest of ARM 21 departed at various Fleet Air Arm stations, while
I was posted to Devonport to work with the Royal Navy.
The HQ of Maintenance and
Shipping Control in the Dockyard was an old French battleship, FS Paris,
which was distinguished by a very tall tower with a clock face painted
on with figures from 1-10. I was never quite able to find out the significance
of this, but I believe it was something to do with gunnery targets.
After the war, we watched her being towed back to France, very slowly,
and in a dignified manner! Sad we were to see her go.
When I first arrived in Devonport,
I found myself meekly carrying the tool box of the Sub Lieutenant i/c
Radar for M/S and A/P vessels (Minesweeping and Auxiliary Patrol Ships)
- these were 25 or so converted trawlers, each with crews of about fifty
men and four officers, mainly RNVR and RNR. The sub shortly afterwards
having been drafted to Australia, I was asked if I could carry on until
he was replaced, which never happened, so I carried on regardless!
The 286 Radar set was reasonably
simple and was used for navigation and defence purposes. But occasionally,
when the set was turned on, all the ship's lights went off. The electrics
were to say the least, whimsical and frolicsome. My trusty soldering
iron played its part from time to time, and the valves expired regularly.
(This was BT- before transistors- but the electronics and I coped somehow.)
The trawlers had picturesque
names - Ruby, Pearl, Kingston Andalusite, Kingston Chrysoberyl, Skomer,Lindisfarne,
Gweal, Cornelian, Minalto, Cambridgeshire, Guardsman among others, and
there was also Ellesmere, a whaler. Their crews, somewhat surprised
at having a young WRN on board, were very kind and I soon conquered
my nervousness. As soon as I leapt among them, in bell bottomed trousers,
armed with my toolbox and statutory WRNS shoulder bag, never a wicked
word was uttered- well, hardly ever- and then only by mistake.
Occasionally I was called
to the other ships- a French corvette (they gave me a delicious lunch!)
an LCT or two and once a captured German trawler. The whole vessel was
filthy, the radar was unworkable, the acorn coffee dregs were indescribable,
even to look at, and I had to be deloused afterwards. Most undignified!
On the larger vessels I boarded,
QH, which the RAF called Gee, was installed, and many hours were spent
in calibration. PPI (Plan Position Indicator) was also used on some
vessels, and still in existence- but in colour. There were WRNS working
on large gunnery sets (385, I believe) on the Breakwater, but I was
very attached to my little 286s and was grateful to avoid the three
miles out and three miles back each day in a small boat.
There were some sad moments
amongst the many happy ones. Working on board Ellesmere one Saturday,
a sailor asked me to send a telegram to his wife, whose birthday was
the following Monday, as they were about to sail. On Sunday, I was told
that "Ellie" had been torpedoed and sunk just outside the
Breakwater. There were no survivors. All I could think about was that
the widow would receive two telegrams on her birthday, one from her
husband and one from the Admiralty. Tragic.
One FAA WRN Radar Mechanic
friend, Isobel Squires, was killed when the aircraft in which she was
testing a set crashed. She was 21 years old.
As I worked on trawlers for
almost two years, I came to know those on board very well, and although
I may have missed the hustle and bustle of an FAA station, Devonport
had its many moments (I seem to recall an extremely long conga snaking
along the Hole on VJ Day.) I valued very much, and still do, the affection
and friendship of those whom I have known for almost 60 years. Incidentally,
one of them married me.
Another friend from ARM 21,
Joy Pidgeon (nee Hawes) and I have recently arranged to have a tree
planted in the WRNS plot in the National Memorial Arboretum in Alrewas,
Staffordshire. It is dedicated: To those who did not come back.