Christmas Day - and what a day - no rejoicing for us.
Received a nice present from Santa Claus in the form of a stick of bombs. 3 boats, 11, 27 and 10 - we were lying close in shore off the South side of Applichau eating a good breakfast, when suddenly, without warning, we heard the familiar swish of falling bombs - followed by heavy crumps as they struck the hill side and beach.
No damage to the boats but considerable debris fell onboard. A very grim morning. We dare not move - from our anchorage, nothing coming over the air - it's just a case of wait and see.
Had a talk with the C.O. after tiffin and decided to stay. He agreed with my decision and told me afterwards that he considered I did the right thing in choosing to remain.
A very worrying day for me - thinking about the outcome of this show - and about my crew, Evelyn and Dorothy. There is no way to get in touch with them.
It is 1530 hours and an ominous quiet prevails. Signal came through — to go.