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Jack Close

Jack Close was born in 1925. After training as a Wireless Operator at his local Technical College, he joined HM Rescue Tugs Service in 1943. On 20 December 1943 he joined the Rescue Tug Eminent in Glasgow. In the weeks leading up to D-Day Eminent took part in exercises in the Channel, practising towing what turned out to be components of the Mulberry Harbours. The extracts that follow are taken with Mr Close’s kind permission from his Memoirs, ‘Beyond the Horizon’, published in 2010.

If you would like to read the full story of Jack Close’s wartime adventures and the story of his years at sea in tramp steamers, tankers and deep-water trawlers after the war, copies of ‘Beyond the Horizon’ can be purchased from Mr Close’s website: www.jackclose.co.uk

On D-Day Jack Close’s tug set off down one of the mineswept channels to Normandy towing six lengths of floating roadway:

As we progressed southward down our allocated channel, a hospital ship passed us going northward in an adjoining channel, her bows had been blown away and she was being towed stern first back to England, probably having struck a mine. A number of landing craft also passed us in the same channel, most were empty but some had wounded lying on their decks. Everyone managed a wave. Struggling at around for knots, we were passed by two battleships of the Royal Sovereign class, going south at great speed. A corvette that we worked closely with on the south coast also passed us, its Aldis lamp flickered, the message said, ‘Come back safe’ …

The noise of the bombing and gunfire increased as we neared the far shore. Approaching the beach landing area we passed close to the Rodney which was firing her 16inch shells continuously. The battleships Warspite and Ramillies, which had overtaken us earlier, had joined the cruisers Belfast and Diadem in bombarding targets inland. The shock waves from their guns could be felt in the air and up through the ship’s hull. E-boats were reported in the area. A ship to starboard of us was set on fire, probably a tanker judging by the size of the explosion. Wireless messages from the beach to the ships offshore were coming thick and fast, in plain language.

It had taken the best part of 24 hours to make the crossing to Manvieux and somewhere along the way a small infantry landing craft, an LCI, had lashed herself to us with ropes, she was badly damaged and would probably have sunk otherwise. When we arrived offshore we could see beach obstacles sticking up out of the sand and debris everywhere. Battleships and cruisers were bombarding targets just inland, their guns emitting belches of flame as shells sailed overhead. Rocket launchers fired off their missiles in batches, accompanied by a rushing sound and sheets of flame; awe-inspiring in the daytime, they became even more dramatic as darkness fell. As far as the eye could see in any direction, there were battleships and heavy cruisers bombarding the shore and landing craft weaving their way through the confusion of shipping off the beaches. The smell of cordite filled the air, the noise was deafening and smoke blanketed the whole area …

We stayed off the beachhead for the next 36 hours, holding onto our tow and keeping out of the way of the landing craft and other vessels passing us on the way to the beach, waiting until working parties and small craft had cleared sufficient space to allow the securing of our roadway onto the shore. Dusk was falling when we left … Picking our way through the shipping that was milling about off-shore, we set off home along the northbound channel. Midway across, we came upon an American coast-guard vessel that had broken down and was drifting; we threw her a line and towed her back to England. We were otherwise unhindered, made good speed of 10 knots or more and reached the Solent as dawn was breaking.

In his Memoirs Jack Close goes on to describe a second round trip towing floating roadway beginning on 11 June. A third tow to the American Mulberry Harbour beginning on 15 June ended dramatically:

We left Omaha beach to return home and were about ten miles offshore when an intensive barrage started up. Flares were being sent up all around us and the nearby cruisers were firing their smaller weapons continuously. It was a pitch-dark night and the whole scene was threatening, most of the flares being right above us. The activity continued for some time and at about one-thirty in the morning two E-Boats shot out of the darkness straight across our bows. As we were at continuous action stations all our guns were manned, and we opened fire. The Captain said that he felt certain we had hit one of the E-Boats before they vanished into the darkness as swiftly as they had come. There was a lot more hostile activity around us in mid-Channel throughout the night, the enemy had by now recovered from their initial surprise and were hitting back wherever they could.




Jack Close


HM Rescue Tug Eminent

HM Rescue Tug Eminent


Beyond the Horizon

The Eminent began her fourth trip on 18 June, towing one of the massive ‘Phoenix’ concrete caissons for the American Mulberry Harbour ‘A’. This turned into an extremely hazardous operation when the great storm blew up in the Channel. Progress was slow and one of the two bridles connecting Phoenix and tug snapped, placing an excessive strain on the other. Jack Close’s tug finally arrived off the coast of France on the morning of 20 June:

We could not bring our half-connected and unwieldy mass of concrete close in-shore because, if matters took a turn for the worse, we were capable of destroying Mulberry A and half the shipping in it single-handed. We were doubtless not the only ones to feel apprehensive about the situation. It must have been alarming for large vessels like the Arkansas, Texas and Glasgow, busily engaged in bombarding targets ashore, to see a small concrete mountain apparently out of control bearing down on them. We received a number of frantic messages, both on Aldis-lamp and by wireless, all of them curt and unfriendly, telling us to keep clear.

To make things more interesting, the Chief rang the bridge to advise that we were running low on Luboil and that he would have to shut down one of our engines. The tenuous grasp we had on controlling our tow disappeared at this juncture. We had 6,000 tons of dead-weight concrete only partly attached to us, were now working on one engine instead of two and were bearing down on a very congested and busy anchorage in choppy waters, with gale force winds from seaward making matters worse by the minute. We could tell our friendly neighbourhood battleship about our misfortunes and induce instant apoplexy, but there seemed little point. The shore line was a jumble of landing craft mixed with chunks of the battered harbour, and other wreckage bobbed drunkenly around the anchorage, so their pointed advice to us by lamp to keep clear of all shipping in the anchorage went straight over our heads. We were largely hostages to fortune, no longer in control of our own destiny, nor theirs either had they but known.

The Eminent was finally able to manoeuvre the Phoenix into position on the evening of 22 June and return to England after what Jack Close describes as his ‘longest and toughest trip.’ He completed a fifth and final cross-Channel trip with a Phoenix in tow at the end of June.


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