Wednesday, 1 September 1982

At sea

I got dragged out of my scratcher this morning at 0630 to handle an ‘Immediate’ signal which had arrived on board. Irritatingly enough, when I had collected my thoughts, dressed and so on, and had reached the MCO (Main Communication Office), the action that I was intending to take had already been taken – in fact, it had been handled before I was even shaken. Anyway, it saved me a job, and I retired to the Wardroom and ate a leisurely breakfast.

Pretty lousy weather again today, with strong winds and rough seas, which helped to curtail the flying fairly effectively. We have now ceased operating an anti­submarine screen as the submarine threat is deemed to have diminished to an acceptable level, and the helicopters were instead employed looking for a real live submarine, but one of ours – as I think everybody knows, because of what happened to the General Belgrano, we have one of our nukes down here – on a CASEX (Controlled Anti-Submarine Exercise), which fortunately didn’t involve me.