Alberto Virtuani wrote:@ Dunmunro, we already discussed the hernia of Capt. Leach in the thread "Articles of War", thanks to Paul medical experience and my own experience with 2 hernia.
Without minimizing the fact that he received an injury, such a disease is not preventing any normal reaction during the battle as the hernia was not a strangulated one (that would have required an emergency surgery). I didn't realise when I got the hernia (no pain) and I planned my first hernia surgery 2 months in advance).
BTW: I agree with your overall evaluation on Wills biography, however some interesting info are in it......
The shell on the bridge, as well as the damage it did there, severed the communications to the steering wheel and destroyed some of the gunnery control telephone leads.
Shell “A”—15”. Entered starboard forward corner of compass platform and left through port searchlight control position. It is uncertain whether it passed overboard whole or whether partial detonation occured [sic; misspelling in original] near the port after corner of the compass platform.
Damaged [sic] caused. Captain’s T.B.I.’s damaged; chart table destroyed; all instruments, V.Ps and wiring in port after section of compass platform destroyed; port searchlight sights, control instruments and wiring destroyed; majority of personnel on compass platform and port side A.D.Os position killed or wounded: VG/VP gear and signal deck multiphones damaged.
Strange...the "Captain's T.B.I's" (what are those?) and the chart table are not mentioned in the scans of the original document posted by Antonio....
(Group of officers/ratings along with Leach on the CP of PoW stand in shocked silence) "Good God!" mutters Leach eventually as he lowers his binoculars with Hood disappearing under a cloud of smoke. "Yeoman! Make to Admiralty from Prince of Wales......Tell them..(he swallows)....Tell them the Hood has blown up."
"Aye Aye sir!" responds the Yeoman who then turns to go send the report. (The wail of approaching shells grows)
"Starboard 15!" yells Leach. (Cuts to the Admiralty in London)
well that does not fit with Woods' account, most recently reproduced by yourselfNo fire, No explosion neither outside the port side bridges
Suddenly there was a blinding flash in front of my eyes and I felt enveloped in a pocket of searing heat.
I heard no explosion and everything appeared in slow motion.
I was sucked up the ladder and seemed to float across the bridge area.
After floating for what seemed an age I finally came to rest on the deck amidst a shambles of torn steel fixtures, collapsed searchlights and human bodies.
As I regained my senses, the sweet smell of burned flesh mingled with the acrid stench of high explosives assailed my nostrils, gradually my brain cleared and the red fog lifted from my eyes.
Everything was enveloped in dark grey smoke.
I was covered in dirt and blood, my head throbbing like mad, one of my shoes was missing, my uniform was in tatters and a strange sensation in my confused mind was telling me I should not have let the ‘Hood’ go down, that I should have reached out and grabbed the bows as they were disappearing into the depths of the ocean.
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