World War II veteran speaks about his war experiences during stay at Arthur Rank Hospice

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Ahead of Remembrance Sunday this weekend, ehospice shares the experiences of one of the oldest surviving veterans of World War II in the Cambridgeshire area who recently received care at Arthur Rank Hospice.

Mr James Sutton- known as Jim- is one of the oldest surviving veterans of World War II in the Cambridgeshire area. The 96-year-old was recently cared for at Arthur Rank Hospice and shared his war experiences with staff there.

His symptoms have now stabilised – thanks to the expertise of Arthur Rank Hospice’s doctor and nurse team – and he was discharged from the hospice’s care on 2 November. He and his granddaughters are planning to mark this Armistice Day together, with a small but special celebration in his Cottenham Court Nursing Home.

Jim’s granddaughters describe him as “always having been very dapper”. They took care to make sure he was surrounded by a few of his most treasured possessions whilst he was in the hospice.

Facing back into the room, on a cabinet, is Jim’s framed display of five World War II medals. He pointed to each medal in turn and explained:

“That’s the King George V Imperial War medal: that one’s for being in the War at all. They weren’t so much what we did, they were more about where we were when we did it. That’s from France and Germany (when all the troops were doing ashore in Normandy, my action station was up on the upper deck bridge with twin mounted Lewis machine guns); that’s from the North African Campaign; and that’s the Italian-Sicilian campaign – we invaded and got them back; and that’s the Four Years War [the 1939-1945 Star].”

At the age of 18, Jim joined his Ship HMS Valiant at Davenport. He explains:

“When I first picked up my ship, HMS Valiant, she was just finishing a refit in Davenport Naval Dockyards and as a result of that refit she turned out to be the most heavily armed ship in the fleet. When I joined my ship, there were four of us: HMS Valiant, HMS Warspite, and then there was HMS Rodney and HMS Nelson.

“They comprised what we called Force H. Based in Malta, it was our job to go in and sort out any problems in the Mediterranean. We had this call that they were having a bit of bother in Italy, getting the troops ashore at Salerno Bay. So away we went.

“Now, the bay itself was a huge area and behind the bay was a range of mountains. Behind the mountains was a German airfield: their planes were coming under the mountains up and over and strafing all the troops when they were trying to land. They were giving them a hell of a time and we were asked to go in and sort it out.

“We sailed into the Bay, full of shipping merchants, troop ships, supply ships… you name it. We dropped anchor facing the Bay and we sent a Marine Spotter Team ashore, to find out what was going on. They went ashore into the mountains and discovered there was indeed a German airfield behind the mountains. They were coming up and over and down and attacking, before our radar could pick them up. The Spotter Team radioed the coordinates back to us and then the Captain broadcast to all the shipping in the area: “We’re going to loose off a ranging shot from the 15-inch guns, so be aware: you will want to move your ships.”

“I don’t know whether you know it, but a 15-inch projectile gun shell, it weighs exactly one tonne. We had eight of them; that’s eight tonnes. The Captain let go this ranging shot – one shot, “boooom” – and off it went. By the time the echoes had died away, there weren’t very many merchant ships left – they had left [the Bay]. We got the recovery coordinates from that, so he then broadcast out across the whole area “Right, we’re going to loose off now with Salvos”. That’s eight 15-inch guns – that’s eight tonnes; and 2 salvoes: that’s 16 tonnes of high explosive on a pinpoint target!

“They reported back that where the German airfield had been, it just wasn’t there anymore: it was just one huge gaping black hole, in the ground, that’s all – gone, psch – gone. That is why naval shelling is so dreadful: it’s on a pin-point target; sixteen tonnes… in one blow.  Have you seen the blast-off at Cape Canaveral? It’s like that, it’s a countdown… and boom… boom.”

When asked about how he felt about it at the time, Jim responds:

“You had a job to do and you just got on with your job, that’s all. Part and parcel of it. While that was blasting off, I was in our 4.5gun turret. I was a gun lag, firing the guns.  You were given a job to do, so you did it. That was the attitude towards it.  You didn’t think about it.”

Pulling out a selection of palm-sized sepia photos from their small brown cardboard photo album, he went on:

“Ahhh here we go! Now, lets have a look at some of these. That’s the old Valiant at sea. See that – that’s a 15-inch gun. See the size of them by the size of the chap sitting on it! That’s why we put him on there, so you could see the scale of the guns! That’s me and that’s the little family of one of my shipmates who lived in Plymouth. Ahhh, that’s the old Valiant.”

Does he feel proud of having served his country?  Jim’s answer is a modest one:

“It wasn’t just me – there were lots more like me.”

Sara Robins, Clinical Director at Arthur Rank Hospice explained how learning more about a person’s personal story and history is integral to the care that the hospice delivers:

“Personalised care underpins the very foundations of everything the hospice does,” she said. “Our nurses, healthcare assistants, doctors, therapist and volunteers make a point of chatting to patients on their level, so they can find out what is important to each different person.

“It’s very much a two-way communication stream which makes sure those little touches can happen, like Jim being able tell his story, at a time when his World War II experiences are in his mind. It’s been fascinating to learn more about where he served and what he did, and we’re delighted to share his story.”