The Sinking of the Putney Hill
The date was June 25th, 1942. The 5216 gross reg. ton motor vessel Putney Hill of London (Donald McWilliam Hughson, Master) was en route from Cape Town to New York to pick up a cargo of military equipment for Russia. She was approximately 500 miles north of San Juan, Puerto Rico, proceeding independently on a zig zag course at 10 knots. Lying in wait for just such an opportunity, (convoys had not yet been established by the Americans on the U. S. Eastern Seaboard due to Admiral King's aversion to British tactics) was Kapitanleutnant Rolf Mutzelberg, Knights Cross with Oak Leaves, in U-203 a Type VllC U-Boat of 761-tons displacement, surface speed 17 knots, submerged speed 7 knots.
The time was 23:25. It was a brilliant moonlit night, warm, with little breeze and slight sea and swell. The lookout in the port wing of the bridge was a young Apprentice from Radcliffe, Lancashire, who was scanning an area from right ahead to right astern on his side. The Third Mate was keeping a similar lookout on the starboard side and an Able Bodied Seaman at the wheel. The fourth member of the watch, on Standby, had just made the coffee for the Middle Watch coming on at midnight. (Coffee on a British Ship in wartime consisted of throwing a few handfuls of grind into a converted 5lb jam tin with a wire handle and letting it stew on the galley stove). The Standby man came up on the bridge to check the time before he called the 12 - 4 watch at 23:30. As he left the wheelhouse to go below, the Apprentice enquired of the time. With a slap on the back, the Standby man replied 23:25 and simultaneously both of them were blown into the air from the blast of a tremendous explosion at the waterline in Hold No. 3, slightly aft of the bridge structure. The reverberations echoed through the empty holds like a giant hammer blow from Thor and Putney Hill went dead in the water. Neither of the two were hurt and they donned life-jackets immediately. Smoke from the explosion hung over the decks. The Captain came running out of his cabin on the Lower Bridge Deck and as the ship had now taken a heavy starboard list, he ordered 'Abandon Ship'.
The Apprentice wondered why he had not seen anything out there on the port side and figured the torpedo must have come down a moonbeam reflection in the tropical waters. It was later discovered from the U-boat War Log that the first torpedo (also unsighted) missed. The two lifeboats on the portside of the ship were useless, having been blown inboard against the funnel, so everyone ran to the starboard side which was almost at sea-level. The Apprentice was carrying an old army gas mask case made of canvas known as the 'grab bag' in which he kept his Merchant Navy Identity Card, a Mars Bar, extra pair of socks, some private papers and his camera. He threw them in his designated Lifeboat No.3 which was already in the water and swarmed down the falls to join 15 others.
The lifeboat was a clinker built wooden craft which had not been in the water since he joined Putney Hill two years earlier in June 1940. Consequently, the seams were open to the sea and she soon settled to the 'gunnels'. Everyone baled furiously, the Apprentice even using his shoes as a container. Several men from the smaller lifeboat No.1, which had capsized, now endeavoured to climb into the waterlogged boat with the result that this one also capsized throwing all hands into the 'drink'. The 'grab bag' was lost in the exodus. The ship was now down by the head, but without the heavy starboard list. The answer dawned that the torpedo must have struck in the port deep tank midships, which held several hundred tons of ballast. This ballast was released in the explosion causing the ship to list immediately, but now, due to the fact that the starboard deep tank ballast was flowing through to the port side and in effect equalising the situation, the ship eventually became upright. This new state of affairs was not lost on Kaptlt. Mutzelberg who surfaced in order to execute his next move. No shots had been fired from "Putney Hills" 4 inch stern gun as the acute angle of list had rendered it useless and all hands had already left by the time she righted.
The Apprentice had never swam more than 50 yards in his life, but wearing his life-jacket, struck out for a life-raft floating a short distance astern. Several others had the same intention and eight clambered onboard. During this short swim he was stung by a 'Portuguese man-o-war', but felt nothing at the time. It later developed into a rotting hole about the size of a Canadian quarter which necessitated hospital attention in New York. The life-raft was about 8 feet square and consisted of wooden planks enclosing metal air-tanks with a depression across the centre for survivors to set their feet whilst facing each other. Someone pointed to a man hanging on to the propeller which was clear of the water. It was the Second Cook, James Campbell aged 18 of Liverpool and he was never seen again.
The Putney Hill was lying like a ghost ship on the gentle sea, the silence punctuated by occasional loud bangs as various bits of the structure gave way under the increasing pressure. Without warning an incendiary shell hit the funnel and started a fire. It was followed by a further sixty three shells into the hull, counted by those on the life-raft from their grandstand position. Well at least Mutzelberg had allowed the crew to leave the stricken vessel before opening up with his deck gun. At approximately 01:30 hours on June 26th, 1942, Putney Hill became almost vertical and still burning slid beneath the sea, bow first.
The men on the raft were left alone with their own unspoken thoughts. The Apprentice was thinking probably the same as the others. What next ! ! They were not left in doubt very long. U-203 eased out of the gloom and approached the life-raft. A voice from the conning tower, in perfect English, enquired of the whereabouts of the Master. No-one knew, but if they had, the Apprentice was sure that he would have had great difficulty in not pointing him out, such was the miserable time that he and the other three apprentices had suffered at the hands of a regular Captain Bligh, but that was another story to be told at a later date. The U-Boat picked up a lifebuoy and moved off into the darkness after establishing where the ship was from and the nature of her cargo, which of course was nil, being in ballast. Again they were left with their thoughts, when suddenly the U-Boat re-appeared and to everyone's amazement they saw on the foredeck one of the apprentices. "What the hell is Hancock doing onboard the sub", said the Second Mate who was senior officer on the raft. By now the wind had risen and the sea was a little choppy, so the U-Boat could not get too close to the raft. The Commander called from the conning tower and requested that someone from the raft should come to him and assist the apprentice back to the raft as he could not swim. Without hesitation John McKenzie, the Second Mate dived in, swam to the submarine and escorted the youth back to his fellow crewmen.
The apprentice was besieged with questions and basked in the 'limelight' in the middle of the night as he told his story. When the lifeboat capsized he was able to grab and hang on to an oar. He was apparently joined by a young Royal Navy DEMS gunner, Jeffrey Banks aged 20 of Northophall, North Wales, but the oar would not support both and in the ensuing squabble the gunner was lost. After some time in the warm waters of Latitude 24.20 North, he found himself in the direct path of the U-boat as it searched for the Master. As it cruised by him at a couple of knots, the apprentice grabbed the ballast intakes, was sighted by sailors on the deck and hauled onboard. The Commander quizzed him at some length, but as a mere apprentice he knew nothing of the codes and naval orders etc, so arrangements were made to return him to his shipmates. Before he let him go, the Commander stated that if he was eventually rescued, that he should not return to the Merchant Navy, for if he was caught again the ending would not be as pleasant. Needless to say, all four apprentices were back at sea again within fourteen weeks of the loss of the Putney Hill.
The most startling thing that Hancock recounted was the fact that Mutzelberg knew his hometown of Chelmsford (prior to the war) as well as he (Hancock) did. Another item, which got him into a spot of bother with the Naval Officer who interrogated him on his return to London, was the fact that he could not name the brand of cigarettes given to him by a member of the U-boat crew. You see, he returned them to the sailor when it became obvious that he would have to get back into the water and ruin them. Of course the Admiralty were interested in the brand, to see if they could possibly pinpoint at what port in Central America the U-boats were being supplied. Before saying 'Auf Wiedersehen', the Commander gave us a rough position as 485 nautical miles north west of San Juan, Puerto Rico and wished us luck, to which some wag of a Liverpool fireman shouted "how about a tow to the nearest island?". We all ducked at this effrontery, but no retribution was forthcoming.
When dawn broke, the men on the raft saw at some distance the two lifeboats which had been righted and sails rigged. After some arm waving the raft was sighted and the largest of the two lifeboats came alongside in charge of the Master. Before leaving the raft, the men unscrewed the lids of the metal tanks marked 'Biscuits' and found them empty. Seems they had been rifled by persons unknown at the last port of call, Suez. However, the water tanks were still intact and the contents were transferred to the lifeboat. Heads were counted and Asst. Cook James Campbell and DEMS naval gunner Jeffrey Banks (aged 18 and 20 respectively) were amongst the missing. The Master then set sail for the West Indies with the smaller boat in tow on the end of a 15 fathom gantline, because its rudder pintle had been damaged and she would not steer. The time was spent keeping a lookout, sleeping and discussing what they would do if they made a deserted island. Strangely enough the young apprentices appeared to accept the situation with a spirit of high adventure, little doubting that they would eventually make it, but the older (38yrs), more sober members of the engine department were very morose. Rations consisted of an ounce of water, three times a day, a spoonful of pemmican (dried meat pounded into a paste and melted fat), two Horlicks Malted Milk Tablets and a spoonful of condensed milk. One day it rained a tropical downpour and water was collected in the sail and funnelled into the tanks. It was pink from the red sail and the lads made believe it was a strawberry drink. Another day a flying fish landed in the boat to be quickly scoffed by the Bosun, wings and all. A most frightening thing happened one day as the condensed milk can was being passed from person to person. The Apprentice was sitting two away from the Captain at the tiller as the can neared its end. When the Captain received the can and found it empty he looked at the kid and in a loud voice accused him of taking two spoonfuls of milk. It was quickly denied, but he shuddered to think what might have happened to him if the men were inclined to believe the Captain. He was relieved when the moment passed, as the men knew what the Old Man's reputation was.
The Apprentice was dressed only in a singlet and a pair of naval bell bottom trousers, but the nights were bearable in contrast to the broiling daytime temperatures. A piece of torn canvas from the lifeboat cover was utilised to cover three of the Apprentices until the Third Mate, a hulking Dane, decided to take it for himself. He was big so he kept it. On the seventh day the Fourth Engineer, Kenneth Cowling aged 28 of Newport, died in the Master's boat. His brother, the Third Engineer, was also in the same boat. The Fourth Engineer had been on watch in the engine-room when the torpedo struck and he was burned over two thirds of his body by hot oil from a burst pipeline. With whatever prayers the shocked group could recall, his body was put over the side after his brother had removed his gold wedding ring. Someone said they saw a shark. On the morning of the ninth day a puff of smoke was sighted on the horizon as HMS Saxifrage, a corvette heading for her West Indies Station, revved up to full speed and bore down on the boats, at first mistaking their sails for a U-boat on the surface. All hands clambered up the scrambling nets to wild shouts of joy. Again another co-incidence, one of the corvette's sailors came from the next town to the lad from Radcliffe and he gave him his own bunk for the night. Next day Saxifrage arrived in San Juan, Puerto Rico where the survivors were taken ashore and rigged out in a motley selection of donated clothing. The Apprentice's luck was a pair of white chalk striped green pants and a pink shirt. He was more concerned with what he would look like going back home in an outfit like that than he had been on the previous 10 days.
That night in the Hotel, the survivors experienced their first earthquake!! What a welcome for shattered nerves. Later, the survivors were issued a more conventional suit albeit a tropical one and sent passenger on the Veragua a United Fruit Co. vessel to Norfolk, Virginia, thence to New York for a glorious three weeks being entertained by Gotham's high society. The British Apprentice Club run by the famous Mrs. Spalding was an oasis never to be forgotten. Then back at sea again out of Boston as DBS (Distressed British Seaman) on the Norwegian whale factory Empire Alonzo where the Apprentice and one other had the total misfortune to be the only survivors of the Putney Hill to be with the old Skipper for the voyage to Greenock and home. That trip is another story of ropes end threats etc. One day whilst having 3 o'clock tea in the saloon, the Apprentice asked his shipmate to pass the marmalade, with the intention of spreading it on a cheese cracker. Our Captain spoke up in a cabin full of passengers and said 'You are not going to eat that'! Of course said the boy, it is an 'old Lancashire titbit'. Whereupon the Captain rose and stormed out on deck. The boy finished his cracker with relish and got up to leave. No sooner had he stepped out on deck when the Captain took him by the lapels, pushed him up against a ventilator and threatened him with the ropes end if he was ever embarrassed again. The boy told him that he was no longer under his command, whereupon the Captain said that whilst the Apprentice was still Indentured he was the responsibility of the Captain. One could hardly believe that this was happening to a shipwreck survivor in the middle of the Atlantic and under threat of a U-boat attack at anytime. Needless to say he never saw that Gentleman again which was as well, as he would have refused to sail with him on any of the other Company's ships.
I know, because I was that Apprentice.
Alan Shard, FNI.©
1245 Marine Dr.,
Note: The First Happy Time was the last six
months of 1940, in the North Atlantic. The Second Happy Time also known
as "the American Turkey Shoot" was the first six months of 1942 off the
United States Eastern Seaboard, when unrestricted U-boat warfare sank
368 ships. May 17, 2000.
Other Survivors :
Name: Putney Hill Type: Motor merchant Tonnage: 5.216 tons Completed: 1940 - William Doxford & Sons Ltd, Sunderland Owner: Counties Ship Management Co Ltd, London Homeport: London Date of attack: 26 Jun, 1942 Nationality: British Fate: Sunk by U-203 (Rolf Mützelburg) Position: 24.20N, 63.16W - Grid DO 3862
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Complement: 38 (3 dead and 35 survivors). Convoy: Route: Haifa - Cape Town (1 Jun) - New York Cargo: Ballast Notes on loss: At 05.44 hours on 26 Jun, 1942, the unescorted Putney Hill (Master Donald McWilliam Hughson) was hit by one torpedo from U-203 about 450 miles east-northeast of Puerto Rico. The U-boat then sank the ship with 63 rounds from the deck gun. Two crew members and one gunner were lost. The master, 29 crew members and five gunners were picked up after ten days by HMS Saxifrage (K 04) (Lt Cdr R.P. Chapman) and landed at San Juan, Puerto Rico.
I am grateful to : Alan Shard.
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