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Originally Posted by Dartskipper
By coincidence, my aunt who survived the longest, was the last to go, popped her clogs after all her sisters, brothers, and in-laws, served in the Admiralty Charts Offices in WWII. I think it was in or near Bristol, and she was a Wren. I don't think she actually drew the charts, but was involved in getting them to the various convoy conferences as well as sending correction notices out to the Fleet. She would have been perfectly at ease in the chartroom on GDII, I'm certain of that. (Actually, she also had a very penetrating voice, and so would have been an invaluable asset if our foghorn ever failed at a critical moment!  ) |
It's too bad we can't call your Aunt back to duty (I mean we're good, but not that good) Perhaps she would have had the ability to remove all the rum, coffee, tea, and other such deleterious stains from our charts, so we could actually see where we were going. Talking about rum, evening piss-up on the Garden Deck.
Ship inspection at 11:00 tomorrow morning.
