Ok, I'm leaving St. Nazaire in Jan '43, and I find myself docked in one of the bunker slips. Not too shabby; I like the extra, added protection.
However, it seems the cheering adoring crowd and send-off band didn't get my forwarding address, as they are busy over at the exposed (and empty) slip I used to be assigned to.
Just looks a bit amusing (and odd :p ) to see all those pretty admiring nurses tossing their bouquets into the empty water.
