The
65th Motor Torpedo Boat Flotilla
The MTBs
By Malcolm Knox -
Former Commanding Officer of MTB
743
I was commander
of one of those Navy Motor Torpedo
Boats, better known, I guess,
as MTBs, which did such a tremendous
job of keeping the supply lines
open to Britain in the latter
part of the war, especially
after 1943. There were two flotillas
of these Canadian MTBs, the
65th and the 29th, which operated
in the English Channel.
Offensively,
our job was to stalk the convoy
lanes of Holland, Belgium, and
France to intercept German coastal
convoys. Then, because the German
E-Boats were doing exactly the
same thing down the coast of
England, we were to intercept
these E-Boats as they were coming
to attack the U.K. convoys coming
down with supplies for England.
Most of them were colliers loaded
with supplies of coal. It took
25 of these ships every day
just to keep London in coal
so that the power plants could
keep going. The Germans' purpose
was to send these colliers to
the bottom.
The Royal Navy
had some MTBs that needed to
be manned and there were many
Canadians serving with the RN
who had served with great courage
and dash. So it was, that the
Canadian navy decided to man
these two flotillas and protect
the shipping in the Channel.
We were all Canadians. The direct
Canadian participation in this
was from 1943 to the war's end
and, of course, before we came
in, all of the coastal forces
were an integral part of the
Royal Navy and they were in
operation from the beginning
of the war, doing the same kind
of work.
There were nine
of our MTBs in each of these
two flotillas and I think you
might say we did a respectable
job. The majority of our COs
received DSCs and, in fact,
one of them is as decorated
as any Canadian. He came up
with three Distinguished Service
Crosses, and two Mentions.
One of the biggest
problems was trying to authenticate
your results. You'd fire your
torpedoes or get into a gun
action, and of course you didn't
linger around to count the results
because thy enemy was hot on
your trail, especially if you
were over on their coast. Your
first purpose was to get in
and strike them, and then get
away safely to live for another
day.
We were able
to sink quite a few ships of
varying sizes and types. There
were some coastal craft, opposition
E-Boats, and other defensive
craft of the German navy. All
in all, we managed to get rid
of a pretty large number of
their boats.
When I talk about
their E-Boats, I'm talking about
the German counterparts of our
MTBs. If you were talking about
American boats, the counterparts
would be the PT-Boats. The three
of them are in the same class.
There were two types, one that
ran 70 feet long and the others
were 110 feet. The smaller ones
were manned with 20 men and
the bigger ones with about 35.
Before the war,
we were just a bunch of Canadian
kids from farms and small towns
and cities across the country,
most of whom would never expect
to move in our lifetimes more
than a couple of hundred miles
from the places we were born.
And yet here we were overseas,
on boats in the English Channel
shooting big guns and tiying
to send German ships to the
bottom. It was strange. The
really odd thing was that in
the Canadian navy we had such
a big proportion of boys from
central Canada and the Prairies.
Aboard my craft, for example,
the bulk of them came from the
Prairie provinces and they made
wonderful sailors. I don't know
why this should have been so,
but when you look way back into
their beginnings, their forefathers
had had the courage and fortitude
to set out to make a life in
a new land and I guess these
lads, their descendants, had
some of that same determination
and intestinal fortitude. Perhaps
a little bit of that original
salt water was still flowing
in their veins.
Those of us in
the coastal forces, although
part of the larger navy, always
looked at ourselves as a little
bit separate. We weren't a large
group and we fit into a somewhat
smaller niche, so as a result
of that, the lot of us always
felt very close to each other.
We worked together, we stayed
together, we played together
and we were very interdependent.
In our line of work, it was
necessary to have complete co-operation
and understanding of one another
so that we could survive. The
thing is, too, that you remain
buddies for ever. Years can
pass without seeing one another,
but when you do you can just
pick up where you left off.
It was a fairly
dangerous line of work and there
were many close calls for all
of us. You know, when you're
sitting on top of 5,000 gallons
of 100 octane gasoline, and
when you get through with a
gun fight and find that there
are marks of tracer bullets
that have passed into that area
but didn't cause an explosion,
you know that your number wasn't
called. In battle we were on
the edge of our seats all the
time. As they say, there are
no atheists in the foxholes,
and to paraphrase that, there
were no atheists in the MTBs
either.
The one I was
in charge of was 100 feet long,
carried four torpedoes and was
powered by four Packard engines
that developed 5,000 horsepower.
It had two automatic six-pounder
guns, one fore and one aft,
twin oerlicons, and two twin
point-5 turrets plus four 303s
dual mounting. They travelled
in the vicinity of, supposedly,
close to 40 miles an hour, but
as time went on and they loaded
us down with more equipment
and more ammunition, it slowed
us down a bit.
As you can imagine,
there were no eight-hour days
on the MTBs. We would leave
just before sunset to reach
the other coast of the channel
under cover of darkness. and
then we would try to get away
from there with time enough
so that the German air force
didn't catch you in mid-channel
after the sun came up. Back
on the coast of England. we
would start right in to get
the craft ready for another
outing when the sun went down
again. We'd catch a little sleep
before that, of course. That
was our drill all the time,
and the only days we weren't
out was when there were engine
repairs to do. or when the weather
didn't permit. If the seas were
so high that you couldn't have
a stable base for a torpedo
attack, there was no point in
heading over.
In numbers of
craft, the Canadian navy was
the third-largest navy in the
world at the end of the war,
and it did a wonderful job in
winning the Second World War.
It's rather a shame that it
has been allowed to deteriorate
the way it has since that time.