My father was royal navy. After the war he was haunted by the men on torpedoed ships who drowned. He was on North Atlantic Convoys, against all the laws of the sea they were not allowed to break convoy, obviously to protect the precious supplies coming from the USA. I remember his stories when I was a little girl of the ships sailing through groups of survivors screaming for help, but they could not stop to pick them up.
I heard those stories late at night when he was drunk, he self medicated with alcohol to deal with the horror. I suppose now he'd be diagnosed with PTSD and get help. In the 1950s you had to man up and get on with it. He died when I was a child, the alcohol got him but he was still a casualty of WWII.
Maybe I have a different view of people who would deliberately block a lifeboat station.
Shall we reboot our cartoons thread again? 😁
Good Morning Saturday 30th March 2024