Memoir 0F Ray Hunt
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The title of Ray's memoir, "A Simple Sailor" is classic understatement - as submariner, sailor and patriot, Ray offers an inspiring example of one's sterling service to country. Ray was a major part of my albeit brief navy career – as my divisional, executive & commanding officer in the challenging submarine communities of Grilse and Rainbow he garnered my utmost respect and affection, as then-boss and now-friend. Ray's sea-going professionalism and leader- ship, coupled with a quiet humility and good sense of humour, were very much and still appreciated by us who served with him. Thank You Ray, for the memories and camara- derie, and especially for sharing your intriguing and very human story. Bob Emery, Leading Seaman RCN (Ret'd) Ray Hunt has penned a most appealing and readable story of his voyage through life. From his life as a boy in war torn England to submarine cap- tain and beyond, the reader is persuaded that life as a sailor is anything but simple. Many sailors will identify with the challenges and vagaries of life in the navy, and the great satis- faction of serving with a stalwart band of brothers. Ray's story confirms, "There is no life like it." Wilf Lund, Captain RCN (Ret'd) I first met Ray Hunt when I was appointed as Executive Officer to HMCS RAINBOW in 1971 – Ray was my Captain. I was a bit apprehensive of this new job as I had never served in this class of submarine. I need not have worried. Ray put me completely at ease in my new job giving me utmost support. I quickly saw that he was a very capable submariner and an excel- lent leader. He allowed me to learn at my pace; meanwhile, I studied him closely and learned the skills which would later assist me in qualifying to command. I congratulate Ray in his writing of this book. Lloyd Barnes, Commander (Ret’d) On Grilse and Rainbow, we used the appella- tion Mister for the Officers instead their rank. When I look back, it feels like an honorific that should have been earned, with those who had not still addressed by their rank. Ray Hunt not only earned the right to be called Mister, it was so natural that even today it seems strange to call him Ray. When Ray talks about operational moments I can still ‘see’ him appearing out of nowhere in the control room just as the Diving Officer was about to say, “get the Captain”. And ‘hear’ him say, “up scope” to me, as I started the stop watch. His ability to take us back ‘to the time’, if we were there, or put us into the time if we were not, makes this book a pleasure, whether-or-not, I would venture to say, you served with him. Well done Sir. Dolphin 72A. M.F. Skip Whitfield, Radiolady RCN (Ret’d) Life is a continuing education program with an ongoing series of guest lecturers. A Simple Sailor is one man’s recollection of his experiences in that classroom of life. Copyright © 1994 by Ray Hunt Captain(N) Ret’d All rights reserved Originally published and still available for perusal on the web by www.forposterityssake.ca A RCN Historical Project A reformatted version was published as a PDF ebook and is still available for free from [email protected] This limited edition was printed on an Island in the Pacific in Victoria, B.C. by Island Blue Printorium Bookworks A Simple Sailor 3 Acknowledgements Without the generous help of the following people I would not have been able to put this labour of love together. Thelma Thompson, my cousin, who I have always thought of as a sister, for providing me with a great deal of infor- mation about my younger years, plus background on her own and the Lunn family. Reverend Doctor John Pace, my brother’s school friend, and now mine, for reviewing the style and content. To Captain Michael Jones, my very good friend and former shipmate, for providing me with some of the background on my father and uncle’s history with the Harrison Line. To Olaf Hunt, my cousin and friend, who gave me the missing information I needed on his and my father’s family. I must also acknowledge my friends, former shipmates and all the people who I have mentioned in this book, for with- out them my life as a sailor would have been less ful- filling. And finally, to someone who is not mentioned in this book, Roger Morrison, my cousin, who died several years ago. It was seeing his words to his children, on who he was, and what he had done with his short life, that prompted me to write this account of my life at sea 4 Ray Hunt Preface The term, ‘Simple Sailor,’ is an expression that is oc- casionally used by seamen of all ranks, from ordinary sea- man to admiral. When one uses that expression about oneself it is mainly us to tell somebody that explanations of a subject should be kept simple, because after all , the lis- tener is just a simple sailor. Of course, it could also have other connotations. This account of my early life, and my life at sea, is not written as an ego trip, or a wish to become immortal. It is simply to tell my story, through my eyes, of the events that I can recall during that period. What promoted me to put my story on paper was due to something that I had missed in my own life. My father’s father and mother had died before I was born, therefore I had no information about them, who they were, or what they did. Although I now have some vague information about where my grandfather may have come from, even that could be suspect. All I really have is my father’s birth certificate stating that his father was a ‘Sailor.’ I would love to have known something more about him and his family, other than just being a sailor. By the same token my grandparents on my mother’s side also died before I was born, so I really never knew anything about them except from the odd things my mother would tell me about them. This story of my life at sea may give my successors a better starting point than I had, if they interested enough to wonder about who I was, what I did, and what I thought about my life. This account of my life was written for Lindsey and Kerry. Ray Hunt Halifax, Nova Scotia August 1994 A Simple Sailor 5 A Simple Sailor 5B 6 Ray Hunt Contents Map of travels 5 1 In The Beginning 7 2 The War Years 21 3 Post War 41 4 My First Ship 55 5 Jeeps & Small Ships 73 6 Change Of Scene 83 7 Africa 91 8 Shirley 103 9 The Navy 113 10 The New World 123 11 Connecticut 131 12 West Coast 139 13 Executive Officer 149 14 Perisher and Command 157 15 First Command 169 16 Staff College and Halifax Again 189 17 CANCOMRAY 203 18 Preserver 215 19 Time To Go 233 20 Reflections 237 Epilogue 247 Picture Gallery 251 A Simple Sailor 7 8 Ray Hunt A respectful, but decisive knock at the door. My Ex- ecutive Officer, Commander Jim Barlow, stuck his head around the curtain as he had done so often in the past two years. "Boat's crew mustered sir." "Thanks Number One" I replied. In a few minutes after thirty-four years at sea I was about to end my seagoing career with those few matter-of- fact words. Although I was not leaving the Navy, I was leaving the sea, which had been my way of life since the age of sixteen, thirty-four years ago. Looking back on it, what led this sixteen year old kid to climb up the gangway of the SS Ramore Head on the twelfth of October 1949 is still a bit of a mystery to me. I think it was a second-choice solution, because when I was fifteen I had some thoughts of going into the Royal Navy as a midshipman. It was time to reflect. For some reason or another I must have wanted to go to sea, but I can't recall why. There was no burning de- sire to go, nor was there any thought of what else I might do. I wish I could be more definitive, but I don't actually re- member the day when I made the decision that I wanted to go to sea more than anything else in the world. In retro- spect, I don't think that ever came into it. Even now, I have no idea when, how, and why I became interested in a life at sea. I think my interest in the Royal Navy probably was due to my father's war service, but I don't really know. It's possible that my lineage may have had some- thing to do with it. My father was one of three brothers who had all gone to sea. Their father, I recently discovered, had also been at sea before them. So perhaps there is some truth to the old expression about the sea being in a per- son's blood. However, I'm getting ahead of myself. I was born in London, England, on the fifth of Febru- ary 1933, the younger brother of Geoffrey, who was born on the first day of the year 1928, and older brother of Aileen, who was bon on the twenty-eighth of May 1937.