Elmira District Secondary School - Oracle Yearbook (Elmira, Ontario Canada)

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16 THE ORACLE Cutting Out, 5 la Drake -1942 By DAVID ROWLAND, GRADE XIII fFirst Prize Senior Storyj We were cruising through the tropical darkness at twenty-three knots. The lean ship slipped silently through the leaden waters, only the phosphorescent glitter of the shipis wash betraying our pres- ence. On our bridge a silent group lined the rail, endeavouring by sheer will-power to penetrate the encompass- ing darkness. Our ship, the Free French destroyer Le Triomphantv, was thirty-six hours out of Duala, French Cameroons. We were under sealed orders, direct from Admiral Muselieu, who had arrived at Duala only two days previously. Our job was outside the rules of Inter- national Law, but if the enemy could get away' with unwarranted torpedo attacks, we could with our job. At the island of Fernando Po, off Spanish Guinea, there were six axis mer- chants. Previous to this date there had been nine, but three had succeeded in eluding the none-too-watchful Spanish authorities and had made good their escape to an unknown mid-Atlantic ren- deivous with a German raider. One had been intercepted by the vigilance of the British fleet. Our duty was clear. We were to capture or destroy as many of the remaining ships as we possibly could without arousing too much of an inter- national crisis. Our ship was admirably built for the job. She was the largest and fastest destroyer in the world. She could out- run and out-gun anything fast enough to catch her. At six o'clock the preceding evening, our commanding oflicer,CaptainGeorges Legues, had called the officers to his cabin where he had opened his sealed orders. A thrill of excitement ran through us as he read, You are to pro- ceed to Fernando Po and eliminate as an effective threat to allied sea supremacy, any Axis shipping found in the harbour. If you are recognized, or sunk, no allied government will acknowledge responsi- bility for your mission. Although our ship flew the double- barred cross of Lorraine and was listed as a Free French fighting ship, she con- tained a very cosmopolitan crew. Our captain had rallied to General de Gaulle right after the fall of France, escaping from Brest under the very noses of the conquering Nazis. Our commander was a Pole, and had sailed on the Siom until that famous Polish destroyer had been sunk. Two of our lieutenants were F renchmen, both in their early twenties, another was a Greek, and still another, a Norwegian. I am a Canadian. Our crew was composed of hard-bitten Bret- ons with a smattering of men from almost every Allied nation. We had aboard a landing party of negroes from Northern Ubangi, recruited to fight un- der the Free French banner. They were born sailors, although they came from such a rough country, and as fighting men they were without peers. Silently our ship steamed ahead. We knew that we were now entering the harbour of Fernando Po, although the lights of the town were blotted out by a high promontory jutting into the har- bour entrance. On our right rose the citadel of San Cristabel, outlined by the gleam of watchfires. As I peered into the darkness, I was conscious of the two forward five-inch guns swinging slowly to starboard. I knew without turning to see, that our after guns were likewise swinging on their well-oiled mountings, to point in a similar manner at the ancient, but still powerful, fortress. But no alarm was sounded, and Le Triornphantv steamed in undisturbed. Suddenly we swept into sight of the inner harbour of Fernando Po. As we glanced around, a searchlight blinked