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Source: Daily Telegraph Obituary 13th January 2009

Chief Petty Officer Bill Stone

One of the last survivors of both world wars who served with the Royal Navy for 30 years, witnessing events from the scuttling of the German Fleet to Dunkirk

Chief Petty Officer Bill Stone, who died on January 10 aged 108, was the last man to have served in the Royal Navy during both world wars.

When Stone received a letter summoning him to Exeter for conscription into the army in September 1918, he took the train to Plymouth and joined the navy instead. He served for only a few months of the First World War and, on Armistice Day, was under training at the naval barracks at Devonport.

Spanish flu, which killed more men than all the casualties of the war, was then raging and Stone contracted it, collapsing with his head in his dinner. Later, in the sick bay, he heard the man in the next bed say he felt better and the doctor reply: "Fourteen days leave!" Stone repeated the fib, and also obtained leave.

When a brother who was a stoker asked why he had become an ordinary seaman, he replied that he didn't know, and transferred to stoking. The following year he joined the three-funnel battle cruiser Tiger at Rosyth. When he failed to rise at 5.15 on his second morning, the chief stoker shouted at him: "What's the matter with you? Out of that bloody hammock at once and run down the passage singing 'Should auld acquaintance be forgot'."

Shortly afterwards Stone witnessed the scuttling of the German High Seas Fleet at Scapa Flow. He had vivid memories of the stoker's job of trimming the bunkers when hundreds of tons of coal had to be embarked at speed. Worse, he recalled, were his watches when the four furnaces had to be cleaned out.

Hot ash had to be removed with a shovel, before lumps of coal were broken up, and the furnace was laid and ignited with scoops of burning embers from the next furnace. Even in the heat of the boiler-room Stone wore a cap, to keep the condensation off, while sucking a piece of coal to keep his mouth moist. Between watches he hung his clothes on a rail, and, afterwards, his trousers, stiff with perspiration and coal dust, would stand up on their own.

The 10th of a farm labourer's 14 children, William Stone was born on September 23 1900 at Ledstone, Devon, and was educated at the village school in Goveton, where there were two schoolmistresses and 20 pupils. At 13 he left home to work on a nearby farm and, two years later, he walked to Kingsbridge to join the navy. But his father, who had four brothers and three sons at sea, refused to sign his papers. While other farm labourers joined the Army, never to return, young Bill drove a water cart and, later, a steam roller before getting his chance when he was called up two weeks before his 18th birthday.

He sailed to Spain in Tiger, where he bought eau de cologne, a Jacobs pipe, and later, three sets of clippers, scissors and comb from the ship's barber, who was retiring. He used these to good effect in the battle cruiser Hood, when he and a marine bandsmen shared a cabin equipped with a mirror, charging 4d a time for haircuts, until he discovered that the marine was charging 6d but entering 4d in their joint accounts.

In November 1923 Hood set out on a voyage round the Empire, known to the sailors as "the world booze cruise". After visiting Cape Town, Adelaide and Wellington (where he was given two weeks' leave to visit an uncle) the ship passed through the Panama Canal and up to Halifax and St John's. By the time she returned to Devonport after nine months Stone had earned the considerable sum of £100 with his clippers.

He was next drafted to the sloop Chrysanthemum, based at Malta, where he remembered being liberally paid in tots of rum, and then into the submarine chaser P40. He then went to the carrier Eagle, on which one of his customers was the Spanish pilot Ramon Franco, brother of the future Spanish leader, who had been picked up several days after crashing into the Atlantic.

A spell in the destroyer Thanet was followed by another in the cruiser Carlisle on the South African station, when she had the unusual task of delivering a live bull to the island of Tristan da Cunha.

Back home, Stone was posted to Harebell, a fishery protection sloop whose skipper was in the practice of giving half the crew leave and then go off fishing himself. On one such leave, Stone took the opportunity to marry Lily Hoskin, with whom he had a daughter the week before war broke out in 1939.

He was in the Grimsby-based minesweeper Salamander the following year when she ferried troops back to Dover from Dunkirk. As the men waded and swam out under fire, he helped to haul them on board, and took potshots with a rifle at the low-flying Germans. Salamander was hit several times but completed five trips and brought back some 1,000 soldiers. Some had no clothes and, when one grabbed Stone's coat as he went up the gangplank, Stone said: "Good luck to him." On returning to port for the final time Stone learned that a submarine had fired a torpedo at Salamander, but it had passed underneath the ship's shallow draft.

After minesweeping operations based at Murmansk, he was sent to the new cruiser Newfoundland, building in the Tyne; Stone's comment about being in harbour after over a year at sea was succinct: "It was nice."

Newfoundland became flagship of the 15th Cruiser Squadron in the Mediterranean and was covering the Allied landings on Sicily when she was torpedoed in the rudder on July 23 1943 by Kapitänleutnant Ernst-Ulrich Brüller's highly successful submarine U-407. She limped to Malta where emergency repairs were carried out before crossing the Atlantic, steered only by propellers, for major repairs in the Boston navy yard.

Stone was mentioned in despatches for his part in saving her. After eight months she visited St John's, the capital of her namesake Newfoundland, where a dockyard matey shouted at him: "Take care of that ship, Chief, I gave half a crown towards her."

When the war ended in May 1945 Stone was given khaki uniform to wear with his naval cap and trained to use a revolver before being sent to the island of Sylt, off the northwest German coast, where he and 12 men were charged with guarding against any possible pockets of resistance.

On returning home, Stone took up a full-time career as a hairdresser, buying a barber's and tobacconist's shop in Paignton, where he prospered until he could retire to a house overlooking Torbay. In his latter years he moved close to his daughter at Watlington, Oxfordshire, where he kept himself busy as a member of the Royal British Legion and several veterans' associations. He was proud to have met many members of the Royal family, and claimed to be having the time of his life in his second century. When attending reunions he liked to sing All the Nice Girls Love a Sailor and then Abide with Me.

Bill Stone attributed his long life to his faith and a prayer taught him by his wife (who died in 1995): "Lord, keep us safe this night, secure from all our fears, and may angels guard us while we sleep till morning light appears."

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Source: http://www.hmshood.com/crew/biography/wfstone_bio.htm

Chapter 11- H.M.S. Salamander

In September 1937, I was drafted to the Minesweeper H.M.S. Salamander, stationed at Portland, Dorset. She was the ship in which I would see my early wartime service.

On 27th May 1938, I married Lily Hoskin at Buckland-Tout-Saints, Goveton, near Kingsbridge.

By this time "Salamander" had sailed to Devonport for refitting and I was stationed in the barracks. Following our wedding, Lily and I lived in a flat at Plymouth, but when "Salamander" returned to Portland we rented a flat there where we lived for some months. I was often out minesweeping but was able to return to our home when the ship docked.

Lily became pregnant, but a week before our baby was born the ship left for Sheerness and never returned to Portland! I remember that time well - the air was filled with barrage balloons as defence against air attacks.

Our daughter Anne was born at Portland on the 28th August 1939 - just a week before war was declared! Not until the baby was three weeks old was I able to get special permission for long-weekend leave. Eventually Lily and Anne left Portland and returned to stay with Lily's parents, who had now retired to Wrangaton, near Plymouth.

Early in the War I lost one of my nephews, Leslie Edgecombe. Just a fortnight after the outbreak of war he had been lucky to survive loss of the aircraft carrier "Courageous" which was sunk in an attack by the German submarine U29 on 17th September 1939.

 

Chief Stoker Stone back at Goveton on leave during 1937
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chief Stoker Stone back at Goveton on leave 1937

He had told me that, on that occasion, as he was trying to get out, he had heard one of the Petty Officers shouting, "Follow me!" Although he could not see the Petty Officer, he had followed the sound of his voice and managed to get out and had been rescued. Although my nephew was saved many of my friends were lost with the "Courageous." However, my nephew was not so lucky a few months later when, on 8th June 1940, "Courageous's" sister ship "Glorious" was lost off Norway in action with the German Battle Cruisers "Scharnhorst" and "Gneisenau" following the evacuation of Norway.

In those early months of the war "Salamander" was stationed at Grimsby and we were responsible for coastal minesweeping operations around the northeast. I managed to rent rooms at Cleethorpes and Lily and Anne travelled all the way up from Devon, by train, so that we could be together. On one occasion the ship had a close call. I was one deck down at the time but I gather that a mine got caught around one of the sweeps as it was being winched back in. Fortunately, someone spotted it and gave the alarm. They managed to free the mine from the sweep but in doing so, or shortly after, it detonated and blasted the side of the ship. Although there was no damage that threatened the ship itself, one of the plates, which separated the oil tanks, was ruptured and we had to go into docks to have that repaired.

In May 1940, when Germany advanced through Belgium and France, we were ordered by the Admiralty to the south coast to help with the Dunkirk evacuations. We did five trips to Dunkirk in all, rescuing 200 to 300 men each time. Things got worse each trip we made. Our final trip was on 1st June by which stage there was the wreckage of sunken ships all around and burning oil tanks by the dockside. Lines of troops were all marching towards the sea. We were anchored off the beach with one of our sister ships, the 'Skipjack', only about fifty yards away. At about 8am the German dive bombers came over and attacked 'Skipjack.' One of the attacking planes was shot down but 'Skipjack' was badly hit and capsized. She must have had about 200 men on board. I had to say "God, help us." I believe to this day that He did.

During our trips to Dunkirk, I was often stationed on the quarterdeck helping men get aboard "Salamander" as they swam out from the beach. Other groups of men had managed to find boats and row out to the ship. On one occasion I had a rope around a badly injured soldier who had bones sticking out of his trousers. Just as I tried to pull him in, the ship went ahead and I lost him. I don't know what happened to him.

Unknown to me, on our way back on the final trip, we were attacked by a submarine that fired a torpedo at us. When we got back to Dover the Coxswain and the Able Seaman on the wheel said to me "Chief, we held our ears today and waited for the explosion. Jerry fired this torpedo that was coming straight for us amidships." "Salamander" had been saved by her shallow draft - the torpedo had passed straight underneath us. The only explanation that we could think of to explain our lucky escape was that the German submarine had mistaken us for a destroyer and had set the torpedo to run at a greater depth than the "Salamander's" draft.

Those were awful days but one just carried on as if nothing had happened - there was nothing else that you could do.

In all the years since Dunkirk I had never come across anyone whom we had rescued in the "Salamander" until the summer of 1999. It was then that, whilst at a reunion of the Henley Branch of the Dunkirk Veterans Association, a chap came up to me and said, "What ship were you in at Dunkirk, Chief?" "Salamander," I replied. "You saved my life," he said. He told me that he had broken into a boat shed at De Panne in Belgium with some other soldiers and pinched a rowing boat. They had started to row home when we picked them up. It is pretty unlikely that they would have made it all the way back across the Channel in the rowing boat.

Following Dunkirk "Salamander" was put in to the Royal Albert docks in London to undergo repair to the damage that had been sustained during the evacuation.

Lily and baby Anne again came up from Devon to stay with friends at Wyndham Street, near Marble Arch, and I was able to spend the nights there.

After repairs we sailed to Invergordon in northeast Scotland, where we were based whilst on duty escorting convoys.

Later the ship was transferred to Aberdeen for modifications to the minesweeping gear. Lily and Anne were again able to join me and we all stayed locally for a short while.

Soon afterwards came the devastating news of the loss of the "Hood." I remember well the day I heard that she had been lost. I was on leave with my family at Wrangaton at the time. I just couldn't believe it, and was unable to eat my lunch.

Those were dark days and the only ones in the war that I really felt down. A month or so later Hitler attacked Russia, which brought that country into the war. I felt that Russia coming in on our side was one of the best pieces of news I had heard in a long time. I had no real doubt about the outcome after that.

Of course one of the results of Russia becoming our ally was the start of the Russian convoys. H.M.S. Salamander was one of the ships which formed the escort on the very first such convoy, code named Operation "Dervish". The merchant ships left Liverpool on 12th August 1941 and formed up at Iceland on 20th August where they were joined by "Salamander" and the other escort ships. We provided escort for the passage to Arkhangel, where we arrived on 31st August. Unlike many of the later PQ convoys, "Dervish" proved to be an uneventful trip for us. As a Chief Stoker I was in charge of all the other junior Stokers on the ship.

Something that I do remember well from that trip is that “Salamander” was refuelled at sea. As I recall we took on about 50 tons of fuel oil. Being in charge of everything to do with oil and water in the ship, I was responsible for the "Salamander" end of the refuelling operation. All went smoothly from above decks.

During our return from Russia the Engineer Officer told me that when we arrived back I was due to leave the "Salamander". I asked to see the Commander, as I didn't want to leave. The Commander would not change his mind though and said that I had been on the ship for 4 years and was due for a move. As it transpired he did me a favour as, later in the war, "Salamander" was nearly destroyed. She was minesweeping off Le Havre on 27th August 1944, when she was mistaken for an enemy vessel by some RAF Typhoons. During that action our own aircraft sank two minesweepers, the "Britomart" and the "Hussar" and badly damaged "Salamander" - blowing off most of her stern.

So it was off to barracks for me to await a new draft. I had not been there a fortnight when I received a chit to say that I was going to be drafted. That day another Chief whom I knew greeted me "Morning Chief," he said, "Morning be buggered," I replied. "What's the matter with you old so and so?" he said. "I've got a draft chit," I said. "I know you have," he said "I'm going with you! We're going to Wallsend to stand by a new ship." "Oh, that's a lovely job!" I said.

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Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Stone_%28veteran%29

Medals achieved:

  • 1914-18 British War Medal
  • 1939-45 Star
  • The Atlantic Star
  • The African Star
  • The Italy Star
  • 1939-45 Defence Medal
  • 1939-45 Victory Medal (with oak leave on ribbon – to signify mention in despatches for bravery at the Sicily landing)
  • Long Service and Good Conduct Medal
  • Malta Memorial Medal
  • Russian Convoy Medal 1945-85
  • Dunkirk Medal
  • Russian Convoy Medal 1945-95

Ships sailed in:

  • HMS Tiger (1913) Battle Cruiser – 1919-1922
  • HMS Hood (51) Battle Cruiser – 1922-1924
  • HMS Chrysanthemum Sloop – 1925-1927
  • HMS P40 Submarine Chaser – 1928-29
  • HMS Eagle (1918) Aircraft Carrier – 1929-1931
  • HMS Harebell Sloop – 1931-1933
  • HMS Thanet Destroyer – 1933-1934
  • HMS Tenedos Destroyer – 1933-1934
  • HMS Carlisle Light Cruiser – 1934-1937
  • HMS Salamander Mine Sweeper – 1937-1941
  • HMS Newfoundland Light Cruiser – 1941-1944

William was demobbed in 1945.

References
http://www.hmsnewfoundland.org.uk/williamstone.htm http://www.hmshood.com/crew/bios/WilliamStone_Bio.html

     

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