Unforgotten Heroes

With my ever present forgetfulness lurking in the background I’m always on the look out for things that will stimulate important memories and I find the internet an amazing catalyst.

In June 1994, I was fortunate to accompany my late father John Shores on a trip to Portsmouth for one of a series of reunions he loved attending with his old wartime shipmates from HMS Largs.

Largs 1
We’re a couple of swells…

They were organised via a type-written bulletin distributed by post and I have quite a few in my possession that he handed down to me shortly before he passed away four short years ago…

An earlier 1993 reunion in Largs, Scotland

In one communication from June 1993, just after a reunion in the namesake town of Largs in Scotland in May,  a poem written by shipmate Phillip Edward de la Taste was published about his war-time memories of HMS Largs that is very poignant and is shared below.


Do you remember when first we met
Hair cut short and innocent of fear
Laughing and joking with apprehension
Unaware of what was near?

And can you remember Desmond Wells?
He came from Dorset way
Now why did I think of him?

Wasn’t he the first to go, posted to a trawler –
Sweeping – not long out then bang – farewell.

And what about “hands to bathe”?
And diving off the side – the water cool, inviting –
Shouting, plunging, being pulled by the tide.

Then Francis nearly drowned – we pulled him in
Did he ever learn to swim?
We were young, it was good to be alive.

After midnight a welcome cup of kye
The chatter of the Morse –
“A number of subs in the area”
The warm night takes on a sudden chill.

The watch is ended – a quick lean against the rail,
Gulp in the cool air, feel the breeze.
The sea glistening in the midnight – so very beautiful
But don’t look down.

Then to the hammock, slung ready – mustn’t disturb the others!
A sudden movement – oh – not another rat!

Crossing the Equator
The ceremony of “crossing the line”
The Chief was dressed as Neptune
That was a happy time.

The malaria caught in Freetown – that felt really rough!
The kindness of our chief again – he wasn’t so very tough!
I owed him more than to forget his name
But his voice remains.

Now for the job for which we’d trained – others did so much more
Saw landing craft full of men heading slowly through the waves to the shore.
Then the noise – the guns – the shells – rockets beat a tattoo
A plane comes whining down – the bomb drops in the sea close to the rail
The ship shudders – an old converted merchant vessel, she wasn’t built for this.

The danger past, we wait to hear those words
“Liberty men starboard watch” – we’re going to town.
“Behave yourselves – be back on time” – again our Chief P.O.
But he was old, so very old, so how was he to know?
He had served for many years and now was back for more
He knew the things that happened when the lads first went ashore!
He was all of forty-two.

Now from the docks we hurry on – the pleasures there are waiting
The bars, the girls, the sights – but not for us –
We didn’t reach the gates.

And then…
Conscious now, all silent – a nun looked down and smiled
The tears came fast – they wouldn’t stop – then she spoke as to a child
I was alone.

A Maltese couple came through the ward – searching
He stopped and looked closely – mumbled something kindly and slowly turned away,
I hope they found their son.

And then that night the terrible screaming – it came from the far end bed
I stared up hard at the mosquito net
Next morning he was dead.
It was the young Italian – one of the foe
Just one arm – no legs
Why did his God desert him and what a way to go.

Who decided I should live but you would have to die
Did you discover why?  Or was I here on your behalf
To taste life’s tears and joys – like the thrill of chasing tiddlers
With a pair of laughing boys.

Or does it end in darkness – the way it all began
And is our idea of eternal life just the vanity of man
If so, sleep on my friends, sleep on.

The years so long, yet brief, have passed now
And I’m filled with a deep regret
For I remember so little of you and that day
How and why could I forget?

Phillip Edward de la Taste – Telegraphist

In my father’s handwriting underneath it he wrote that sadly Phillip passed away in his sleep, just three weeks after the reunion which brought back at least some of his memories.  His poem was read out at his funeral which was attended by five of his Largs shipmates who laid a wreath in the shape of an anchor in his memory.

In my collection of dad’s papers I also have another poem called “What A Mess” that actually mentions my father having a nickname of “Tich” Shores (he was 5′ 6″ tall) which has got to be a lot better than mine from the army of “Gloria” from the TV series “It Ain’t Half Hot Mum” (as my marching was horrible)…

What A Mess

In Mess 26 there’s quite a good crew,
Some faces are old, some faces are new,
Of the good old crowd, sixteen remain,
I shall try to mention them name, by name.

L/Tel Trousedale shouts “Gimme De Boat”
Where the sparkers keep watch dressed in duffel coats,
A heaving deck and a flaming gun,
He says it’s his only kind of fun.

L/Tel Raven likes women and beers,
He’s not very fat but the beer disappears,
And though poor old Ray has lost some of his hair,
He can still attract women and make them all care.

Of L/Tel Beach, quite a lot I could say,
He’s dashing, debonair, smart and gay,
Whilst he jokes and laughs and clowns,
His favourite name for a friend is “Towns”.

L/Tel Gaughran is a real “Goode”bloke,
Going through life making joke after joke,
He’s fond of the sun is this jolly young man,
And his body is brown with its glorious tan.

Now about the rest of the sparking branch,
Starting with Chris who lived on a ranch,
The horse he rode, bent his legs so I’ve heard,
So to cover them up he grew a thick beard.

Bill Sykes is his “townie”, from Sheffield they come,
A city of steel, all its men like their rum,
Of the steel works in Sheffield, tall tales they relate,
They think it’s the only place known for steel plate.

Reggie Rumbles is the pride of the home,
From his writing pad does he seldom roam,
When he lets himself go, then look out for sparks,
For this Hamersmith lad plays all kind of larks.

“Pincher” Martins causes no undue alarm,
Though “Pincher” was once in the Fleet Air Arm,
Many tales he can tell of the men in the air,
How they flirt with death, never giving a care.

“Jock” Reid comes “fra” Maybole in Scotland’s fair land,
Says the scenery’s lovely, gorgeous and grand,
He’s fond of his grub, whether plain food or sweets,
And is the best man I know for scoffing “Big Eats”.

“Maggie” Smith comes “fra” Scotland too, so they say,
Where he taught and he thrashed little children all day,
Though when I was at school, and I could have wished,
He would have taught me, and with his cane swished.

Sad Simmons wields an artist’s brush,
And never does things with a rush,
Except each day Syd’s watch ashore
Then he’s off like a shot, for he’s friend galore.

“Blondie” Mathews has only the best tailor,
In fact he is known as “The Gentleman Sailor”,
From Hastings he comes, does this smart man,
In his work or his play, he’ll be spick and span.

“Tug” Wilson draws in black and white,
Ladies faces, nice and bright,
Not long ago with his face a huge smile,
He walked with his bride down the centre aisle.

Freddie Dun is a man who likes a good drop of beer,
Though he hasn’t had very much chance this year,
But once a day our Fred’s in heaven,
For the rum comes up at half eleven.

“Tich” Shores was an architect’s man,
And even now he likes to plan,
Though he doesn’t plan to do much work,
I shouldn’t like to say he’d shirk.

I’m “Wacker” Lacey from a very old city,
Chester’s the place, antiquated and pretty,
Dublin born, I’ve a real “Irish Paddy”,
I get roused at times (but I’m not a bad laddie).

And now I’m afraid my story is ended,
I hope no-one above will feel offended,
We look forward to days of peaceful slumber,
From the day they release our demob number.

L Lacey 

So about a week ago I was trawling eBay with my usual search of “HMS Largs” hoping without too much hope to get a new photograph or some other memento when to my amazement up popped an advert for a used HMS Largs tie with a silhouette of the ship and the Combined Operations emblem above!

Largs tie

Now I don’t remember dad having one but I’m sure it could only have been produced by the Largs Association and in their September 1995 newsletter it is mentioned as being MOD approved, so I immediately ordered it and it duly arrived safely to be treasured alongside my own Intelligence Corps and Medmenham Association ties!

I have also decided to order a DVD of film from the Imperial war Museum of cine film onboard HMS Largs during D Day off Sword beach that I’d found through a Google search.  Alas for Crown copyright reasons when it arrives I’m not able to share it online, but includes footage of events my father told me of the midget submarine coming alongside that spied out the coast prior to the landings.

Following on from this theme in my next post I’ll share an amazing recent catch up with relatives of the air crew that served with Dennis Wright of 149 Squadron RAF who wartime diaries I transcribed a few years ago in this blog, who were able to share photos of him, his chums and his Lancaster aircraft which really brings yet another set of heroes to life again.

We will remember them!

Unforgotten Heroes

Malta Remembered


A few days ago Amazon Prime delivered the above DVD starring Alec Guiness, Jack Hawkins, Anthony Steel & Flora Robson which brought back many happy memories of visiting the island fortress of Malta .

Thankfully, unlike the film, the hoards of German and Italian visitors when I visited the first time were not intent on bombing the island, but enjoying it with their British counterparts as tourists!  Unfortunately I was there on business, having effectively sold my services to the government CIO of Malta at MITTS, the precursor to MITA over the telephone…

I did have a track record of helping sales sell into the client base by phone, most famously when I had a bad case of the trots & stayed at home while the salesman visited the CIO in Wales, but normally this necessitated a visit in person to meet the CIO to make sure the Executive Partner’s experience and personal chemistry was the right fit for both parties.

Malta although very close to Africa geographically as well as Europe is very Anglophile, with many of the laws and customs, including a government organisationally very similar to Whitehall.  My experience of working extensively with central government here in the UK was therefore of great interest.

The chemistry aspect though was probably just as important.  Indeed, later as the leader of the UK & Ireland business for a number of years I used to joke with clients and prospects that my role was more like the CEO of Match.com…

As it happens the then EMEA and Global leaders of Executive Programs decided that year to hold the regional January kick-off meeting in Malta at the newly built Meridian hotel. This involved a treasure hunt by jeep and a pole dancing class in St. Julian’s after imbibing some celebratory drinks in several of their hostelries!

So my own client kick-off meeting with Peter Bugeja was tacked onto the end of that visit, my first ever to the island, although I had heard stories from my father about being based in Malta during the Second World War when his ship HMS Largs visited the Valetta port in January 1943.

Dad is 4 rows up second in from right!

Unfortunately my father on hearing I was about to revisit his earlier port of call some 60 years later asked me to ask Peter if “the Gut” was still there.  Innocently I related this story to Peter over our introductory lunch who looking rather taken aback as he told me it was the name of the old “red light” district for visiting matelots of the Royal navy…

Despite this faux pas the two Peter’s got on well and became good friends although I have to say that when I subsequently visited the island I never worked so hard and on one occasion asked my Executive Client Manager Eddie Louchart to come with me to share the workload!

Peter’s home with his wife and close associate from MITTS

In these early days this was before Malta joined the European Community and the sterling cost of my services pre-Euro were not inexpensive for the government, so I felt morally obliged to maximise the return on their investment.

In fact to echo this when on a later visit in May 2005 when their local currency was still the Lira or Maltese pound as it was often referred to I decided to fly out Debbie and Emma at my own incremental costs to share my experience of the beautiful island, staying at the Corinthia hotel in St. George’s Bay.

While I was at work they hired a taxi for the whole morning for £30 equivalent to see the sights while the driver waited for them outside.

Sliema seafront
Just before I had a lamb and mint sauce sandwich in the nearby cafe!

A bottle of good local wine in a seafront cafe was about £1.  Alas once they adopted the Euro prices shot up although hotels can still be stayed in relatively cheaply as there are even more budget airlines flying there.

Later, being very impressed by the work being done by government IT on the island for very low cost, I organised a study tour for two UK central government CIOs Roy & Mike to see what was possible especially in terms of challenging European procurement rules which seemed to be interpreted so strictly back home and led to huge incremental costs as a result.

They seemed amazed as to the progress made by MITTS across a number of government departments and vowed to take the lessons learnt back home.  On our last evening we decided to visit some of the underground bomb shelters used during the war which made me quite emotional when watching “The Malta Story” on DVD yesterday which shows actual historic archive material.

My abiding memory of Malta was how friendly and family orientated the people were and just what a beautiful island it is.  I do hope Debbie & I make it back out there one day!

Malta Remembered

John Evelyn Shores R.N. JX356772

Just before Christmas I received a copy of my father’s World War 2 Royal Navy service record which covers the period between 13th October 1942 when he enlisted to 17th June 1946 when he was discharged, both at HMS Drake shore establishment in Plymouth.


I knew of course about his service on the Combined Operations Headquarters ship HMS Largs, about which he told me a lot of stories, as well as on the frigate HMS Nith, although I didn’t realise that was after the Largs.  So after a little bit of further delving in Wikipedia here’s some more information about the rest of his time in the Royal Navy that I wasn’t aware of!

HMS Cabbala (4 months) shore establishment at Lowton, Warrington, a Royal Navy signal school.  I remember seeing a photograph of my dad with his best friend in the Navy “Bogey” Knight out on the town with two Wrens.  Nothing remarkable you may say except that the two men were dressed in the Wrens’ uniform and vice versa!

HMS Keren (2 months) a Landing Ship Infantry.  I remember that dad around this time was offered a commission but like his future son (me) he turned it down.  On my part it was just after graduating in Physics with Astrophysics and going to the Army Careers office who suggested a 3 year short service commission in bomb disposal…  On my father’s part he would have been in charge of a landing craft and I remember he told me the casualty rate was appalling, thank goodness he refused or I might not have been born!

HMS Saunders (1 week) was the shore naval base of the Combined Training Centre (CTC) Middle East at Kabret, on the Egypt’s Little (Small) Bitter Lake.  It was the first Combined Operations Training Establishment located outside the United Kingdom. Its purpose was to train RN personnel in the operation of landing craft and together with the troops of many Allied nations, to practice amphibious landings prior to operations against the enemy in the Mediterranean.  I remember dad talking about the “Bitter Lakes” but it’s only through researching this blog I’ve found out where it is!

Force “S” (6 weeks) H.M.S. Largs was the Flagship of Force “S” controlling the landings on Sword beach the most Easterly of the five beach-heads on D-Day.  Dad told me the stories of Largs nearly being hit by torpedoes launched from German E-boats as well as the arrival of the X23 might submarine alongside that had been reconnoitring the beach earlier that day prior to the landings.

HMS Mayina a Royal Navy transit camp five miles from Colombo in Ceylon.  I’ve seen photos of my father in shorts and nothing else looking very tanned and slim lounging around the beach there…  I remember one story he told me was about a litter of puppies that was born in his hammock that they tried & failed to smuggle on board ship.

Their mother was a black coloured stray adopted at the camp who he called N*****, the same as Guy Gibson‘s dog of dam buster fame.  I don’t think my father was overtly racist but it was terminology commonly used at the time that is not acceptable today.

Rather naughtily Alex, James & Emma knew about this story and so whenever Grandpa came to visit they’d ask him in company “what was the name of your dog grandpa, during the war”?  Debbie & I would try and shush his reply up as best we could while the children smiled “innocently”…

Very proud & “very interesting but also stupid” as they used to say on “Laugh In“!




John Evelyn Shores R.N. JX356772