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Wisely – or perhaps unwisely as it turned out – I had insisted that all troops should be stowed as low as possible so as to preserve stability in case we should have to manoeuvre at high speed to avoid bombs. At fifteen men to the ton 600 men constituted a serious top weight consideration in a ship the size of Wakeful. Accordingly, they were stuffed into engine room, boiler rooms and storerooms. The route this time was by Zuydcootte Pass, where I felt our propellers hitting the sand and then up to Kwinte Buoy where one would turn west for Dover. So as not to reveal ourselves to aircraft by a bright wake we went at only 12 knots until we neared the Kwinte Buoy, where any enemy might be lurking, and then increased to 20 knots with a wide zigzag. Phosphorescence was very bright.
The buoy was brightly flashing once a second and, when it was about a quarter of a mile on our starboard bow, I saw two tracks like white swords coming towards us from that direction. We avoided one but the other torpedo hit us on the forward boiler room with, I remember, a brilliant white flash. It transpired after the war that these torpedoes were fired by Lieutenant Zimmerman from E-boat S-30, hiding behind the brightly flashing buoy. A well-planned attack and a good shot. Wakeful was cut in two and the halves sank immediately until their broken ends grounded on the bottom, the forepart rolled over to starboard and it cannot have been more than 15 seconds before I found myself swimming off the bridge.
There were perhaps fifty of my men, probably gun crews, in a group in the water with me. All my engine room people had been killed and all except ten of the soldiers trapped inside the ship and tragically drowned. The tide was quickly sweeping our group away from the grounded wreck and we must have been a mile or two down-tide when two Scottish wooden fishing boats on their way to Dunkirk came amongst us. The Nautilus picked up six, including my first lieutenant, and the Comfort sixteen, including myself. We tried for about half an hour to pick up others we could hear shouting in the dark but it was terribly slow work hauling out sodden half-drowned men. Eventually the shouting stopped.
The Nautilus went on to Dunkirk and I directed the skipper of the Comfort to go up-tide to the wreck, where I had last seen men sitting on the stern portion some forty feet above the water. When we got there we found the destroyer Grafton lying stopped with her boat over at the wreck. The Grafton’s deck was solid with soldiers and I went alongside her starboard quarter to tell her captain to get out of it as there were enemy about. At that moment some sort of grenade exploded on her bridge and he was killed. Nobody seems to know what this was. At the same time there was a large explosion as a torpedo hit the Grafton on the opposite side from where Comfort was lying.
Woodroffe, who was among those casualties, is commemorated on the Chatham Naval Memorial.
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