Today my Dad remembers life at Kalafrana and how he wanted to join HMS Ocean.
Life went on at Kalafrana. We repaired and packed a few parachutes and dinghies, we swam and we sailed. By now we had coaxed Bill Cant to let us take out a Navy whaler a rowing/cum sailing boat that we could on a free afternoon take sailing miles off Malta.
We had some chores to do but even these did not prove irksome. We seaman of the SE branch had done a fire fighting course at Portsmouth. I did mine in 1945. Eight of us were required to exercise once a week with the only piece of fire fighting equipment Kalafrana had, a two wheeled trailer onto the square and practised fighting an imaginary fire in various buildings.
Another duty allocated to us seamen was a nightly guard duty along the slipway and the jetties. Two of us would be joined by two Maltese sailors for the night on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. At that time there was a bit of a Nationalist movement in Malta and there was just the cautionary thought that they might vandalise the Kalafrana base. I don’t think we in Kalafrana took it too seriously but we had to do the guard bit.
We also did a 4 hour guard during the day time on the only gate leading out of Kalafrana which meant donning white belt and gaiters and presenting arms with rifle and bayonet when any officer passed which was rare because hardly any officer bothered visiting us.
Evenings were left to our own devices. Perhaps a game of cards or Ping-Pong in the NAAFI. Even a pint or two if cash resources ran to it. Otherwise time would be spent smoking, yarning or reading in the dormitory. Lights out was at 10pm when you got into your bed under the compulsory mosquito net.
Reveille next morning over the tannoy would be at 7am. The first thing I did then was turn my boots upside down because it was not unknown for scorpions to get into them. Scorpions (and lizards) were quite prevalent. Because of the heat we left the dormitory door open at night and from time to time the odd scorpion came in. I could put up with most livestock but I hated scorpions.
During this period at Hal Far I was issued with further items of kit. Coming out from England I was already formally issued:- one working blue serge suit with red badges, two pairs of white shorts and white shirts , one Duck suit with blue badges and one non-issue Duck suit in white cotton. Whilst up to now a blue serge suit with red badges had been a sailors everyday working rig it had now been decided that whilst this suit would be retained we would use a more practical outfit for work wear and so we were now issued with two pair of a navy blue gabardine trousers and two lighter blue cotton shirts with open neck collars.
A few weeks later probably with the thought in mind of the forthcoming very hot weather of the Summer we were issued with two pairs of khaki shorts and two khaki shirts.
I now had a variety of 10 different suits; I will not say at my disposal because I could not dispose of any of them (apart from the non-issue Duck suit) because the dress to be worn for the day was announced over the tannoy at Reveille and that was the outfit to be worn.
Thus wherever you went in the Navy, shore establishment or ship reveille would be followed by the announcement “Dress of the Day No ….” Each suit would have a number and you wore the suit applicable to that number when instructed.
One day in March I was working in the section building packing a parachute. The window was open and the shutters back for coolness and looking out of the window I saw anchored in the middle of the bay the aircraft carrier HMS Ocean. How I wished that I was on that ship instead of where I was. Little did I know my wish was to be fulfilled.