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Lagoon, Coral and Wind Swept Palms

On 19th May 1945 Norman embarked on H.M.S. Arbiter, an escort carrier, to start the 2000 mile journey to Ponam.

On June 1st they arrived at the island of Manus, the main base, before going on to Ponam. The next day Norman wrote:

Yesterday we weighed anchor in the morning and a few hours sailing brought us to Ponam, a small island just off the main one, two miles long by six hundred yards wide. Highest point above sea level 6 ft. About 12.00 we came ashore in the cutter and surveyed our new home.

To look at it is a typical desert island complete with lagoon, coral and wind swept palm trees. Vegetation found growing naturally appears to be coconut palms, wild orange trees, bread fruit with a few tropical flowers and grasses. The seasons appear to be two – wet and dry. (Now we are at the end of the wet). Rainstorms are fairly common. The main island of Manus lies about a mile across the straits and is fairly large. I judged it at some ten miles long; the ground rises to a range of hills between 2,000ft and 3,000 ft and the whole is covered with vegetation. Sea life so far seen consists of small fish, coral snakes, small octopus and hermit crabs. The latter are small crabs which find an empty shell and carry it around with them, discarding them at successive intervals.

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It's true to say that not everyone who posted a review on Amazon liked the book. One reader said it was "about as exciting as opening a tin of sardines" which I thought was very funny; others enjoyed it. The truth is, however, that all fighting forces need their back up teams and the British Pacific Fleet was no exception. Earlier in his service, my dad was stationed near Freetown, Sierra Leone in West Africa, for over a year. Freetown was pivotal in the convoy routes throughout World War Two and its maintenance and defence was a necessary part of the war effort. My dad was a young man from a mining village in South Yorkshire. The contrast between his home area and the places he was stationed during war-time probably couldn't have been greater!