~ Landing Craft
Tank (Mark 4) 795 - LCT (4) 795
on D Day ~
795 Serving USA Forces on Utah
This is the story
of HM LCT (4) 795 from early crew training to D-Day and beyond, seen through the eyes of the craft's electrician,
Royal Navy Wireman, Michael Jennings D/MX574620. The crew faced hazards together
off the Normandy beaches and shared many experiences but an unexpected event dispersed them without
author never met any of them again.
[Photo; Sister craft LCT (4)
828 under power.
© IWM (FL 7101).]
On the morning of D-Day, June 6th 1944, under the command of 21
year old Sub Lt Lyon, LCT 795 of the 52nd LCT Flotilla of the G LCT
Squadron was on Utah beach in support of the US 4th Infantry
Division. Loading orders for the craft in Michael's group record that 795 was
carrying men of the USA's 531 Engineer Shore Regiment and landing
tables show that 795 was due on Tare Green sector of Utah beach at H-Hour
+ 320 minutes; just before mid-day.
I joined the Royal Navy as a volunteer on May 11th 1943, and
reported to HMS Royal Arthur at Skegness in Lincolnshire on the east
coast of England. This shore establishment was formerly a Billy Butlin's holiday
camp requisitioned by the Navy as
a central reception depot for new naval recruits.
Following initial training, I was drafted to HMS Vernon
(Portsmouth), as a Junior Provisional Electrical Mechanic (JPEM) and then
HMS Shrapnel (Southampton) from where I travelled
every day to Totton to continue my JPEM course.
After a few weeks, several of us were taken off the
course and drafted to HMS Drake at Devonport
for onward draft to the Royal Navy Training Unit at Letchworth in
Hertfordshire, where we were placed on their Landing Craft Wireman course.
in seamanship at Troon in Scotland followed, where I joined 795 in the Gare Loch around the early weeks of 1944. From there, we undertook sea trials between Oban
on the west coast of Scotland and Lamlash on the Isle of Arran in the Clyde
The daily routine was broken from time to time
by the exuberance of youth. Our Petty Officer motor mechanic and me were ashore and
missed the last liberty boat back to our landing craft. There was an
the following day, so it was imperative that we were back on board in good time.
We spotted a dinghy tied
to the stern of a motor cruiser, quickly untied it and proceeded to row back to
[Photos; left, below, the author Wireman, Michael Jennings D/MX574620
Sub Lt Lyon (on left of photo) with his second in command, or
'Jimmy the One' as they were all affectionately known.]
We hadn't travelled very far, when we heard a
powerful boat engine burst into life. A searchlight swept the bay, soon picking us out in its glare
and, as it approached, we realised we'd borrowed the dinghy from a Naval Police Patrol vessel. Its crew were not amused and we found
ourselves on the receiving end of a well earned punishment from our Commanding
However, I believe I saw a twinkle in his eye as he thought about us catching
out the Naval Police!
After leaving Lamlash we headed south to Falmouth by way of the Irish Sea.
In Falmouth, around March 1944, Mulock ramp
extensions were fitted to 795's bow door, suggesting a designated beach in a
future planned landing was unusually flat.
There were many
British craft in Falmouth for refitting or repairs and US Navy craft from their
Navy's 'Force B Follow-Up' to their first wave of landings destined for the American
sectors. Nights ashore were organised to avoid British and American sailors
sharing the same recreational facilities. The UK and US authorities knew how to
avoid conflict amongst the Allies!
most of the crew in relaxed mode.]
With our Mulock extension in place, LCT 795 departed Falmouth and
anchored at St. Mawes, where we fished to
supplement rations. Talking of which, an American soldier from Los Angeles
joined us to guard the US Army K Rations stacked on board. We nicknamed him GI
(Indian) Joe. I'm ashamed to admit that we stole two boxes but, fortunately,
there were no repercussions - nobody was counting in
During early springtime
the pace quickened and preparations became
more urgent and intense. There were regular, often daily, practice landings with
our US Army troops on the beach at Slapton Sands. On one of many night-time
exercises, I saw
a ship burning in the distance. Next morning, in Brixham Harbour, all the American LSTs had their flags at half-mast.
For reasons which became apparent much later, the authorities suppressed the
news that a convoy of fully loaded US LSTs came under attack
from German E-boats, during which nearly 750 men were
lost. (Operation Tiger).
The long awaited day, which we had trained so hard
for, was fast approaching. We embarked our US troops and tied up alongside other craft
in Dartmouth harbour. No-one could leave the vessel without
very good reason and an escort. Secrecy was paramount. Our
skipper told us ‘this is it’ and explained our part in the imminent invasion of France.
we departed Dartmouth, crowds of people gathered
to wave us off, no doubt having worked out that this was the long awaited invasion. We sailed on
for a while but diverted into Portland because bad weather had delayed the
planned landings for June 5th by 24 hours. The following morning, to
the distant horizon, the sea was full of landing ships and craft of all shapes
and sizes. The enormity of the spectacle made a lifelong impression on me. I was
only 18 years of age and recall saying to my shipmates…"We are about to become
part of history!"
[Extract from the Admiralty's 'Green List'
showing the disposition of LCT 795 just before D-Day.]
The crossing to Normandy was very rough and sea
sickness amongst the American soldiers
was rife. They could not wait to get off our 'God damned boat.' There was no
escape from the smell of vomit, it was everywhere. I slept in the Oerlikon gun
pit where the air was fresher. We arrived off the Normandy beaches during the pre-dawn hours and stood off
as we watched Allied planes going over during the first light of dawn. Our run
to the beach was planned for approximately 1000 hours as part of the fourth
assault wave. Every man was given a tot of rum, even underage me. It tasted
My action station was to operate the cable
brake drum when the Kedge anchor was lowered, as we approached the beach. On the beach
itself there were
explosions, which I thought was evidence of demolition work by our own engineers. However, an American soldier was sure they were 88mm shells from
German defenders taking their bearings on the Barrage Balloon flying above our
disembarked our cargo of men and trucks on to the beach, 795 was left stranded as the tide receded. Alongside us, also part of 52nd
Flotilla, was one of our sister craft HM LCT 996.
Since we were easy targets for German gunners,
we ran up the beach to seek shelter and saw shells landing between the craft,
which punctured holes in the side of 795. The damage was not serious and,
considering some of the trucks we had earlier disembarked were carrying high
explosives for demolition purposes,
considered ourselves lucky. Had one of them been hit, 795 and all onboard would
have been lost.
[Photo; LCT 795 on Utah beach, presumably taken from LCT 996
which was stranded alongside her between tides.]
As the shelling continued, I jumped into a
foxhole already occupied by an American soldier, who shared his K Ration
chocolate with me. He asked if I was a Commando. I replied, 'no fear!' and
explained my intention to return to England on the next tide. Other members of 795’s crew
took refuge in a blockhouse, where they found the dead body of a German soldier.
They took his helmet, Very pistol and a hand grenade as souvenirs. The
combination of youth and wartime made people very callous, but now, all
these years later, I wonder about him, his family, who he was and where he came
We rejoined 795, retracted from the beach
and anchored off-shore until the following morning. We spent the night watching
tracer bullets beyond the beaches and feeling grateful to be out of harms
Back in England,
795 was repaired at Milford Haven, including damage to her bottom caused
by an underwater object. Thereafter, we became
a military cross channel ferry. We operated out of Portland, carrying troops and tanks to the
Mulberry Harbour and other areas until the
harbour at Le Havre was liberated in September 1944. We
could go ashore there but the town itself was in a terrible state following allied
bombing and shelling.
[Photo; The two beached
craft waiting for the next tide.][Photo; The two beached
craft waiting for the next tide.]
We continued working between England and Le
Havre until the early part of 1945, suffering only minor bumps and scrapes while
Unexpected End to My Naval Career
HM LCT 795's
luck ran out on February 15th, 1945. It might have been early morning or evening,
I can't recall. Anyway, we were returning from Le Havre during the hours of
darkness in convoy, sailing in line astern.
From the mess deck I heard an almighty crash and the stern
bulkhead buckled. It soon transpired that we had run on to rocks and the craft immediately astern had
run into us. 795 lost power as water entered the fuel tanks and the
generator shorted, causing sparks to fly out of the funnel. We lashed 795 to
another craft and obtained power for lighting from her generator. We limped back to Portland Harbour where 795 was formally written off thirteen
days later. Her crew, including myself, were paid off and individually drafted to new posts. Suddenly, I
had lost all contact with my shipmates and sadly never saw any of them again.
[Photo; Cox, Lofty and Motor Mechanic on Oerlikon.]
The craft that ran into us that night was HM LCT 1127.
She too was a veteran of the Normandy landings as part of the Royal Navy’s 59th
LCT Flotilla of Q LCT Squadron which formed part of Force B Follow-Up. On June 6th
1944, 1127 was under the command of Sub. Lieutenant Fred Clements RNVR.
I joined the Mk3 ‘Star’ HM LCT
7124, which was being 'tropicalised' for service in the Far East. However, I missed her
sailing since I was in Mearskirk Hospital at the time.
briefly, I joined the crew of Landing Craft Gun (Large), LCG (L) 811 at
HMS Vansittart in Bristol. Her type were described by the BBC as 'mini battleships'
heavy guns were manned by Royal Marines.
[Photo right; Author on gun barrel of LCG (L) 811.]
After 811, I attended
HMS Turtle, at Poole in Dorset, for training on rocket firing LCTs. While
there, news about the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima
and Nagasaki was received, which brought the war to an end.
My time in the Royal Navy was coming to an end.
I was drafted to Plymouth as part of a 'Care and Maintenance Party' for empty landing craft that were
surplus to requirements then, finally, to
the Demobilisation Centre in Scotland for release in Class A on June 11th
I have always been pro-American and have an affinity with the country for
family reasons. My uncle emigrated there and became a naturalised citizen, later
fighting with the US Army during World War One. I felt sorry for the American
lads I met. They were all so far from home with all its comforts and security.
They told us about their country and their families. So many of them never returned to their homeland.
AB 'Ma' Leat.
LCT 795's Signalman or
'Bunts' as he would have been known manning one of her 20mm Oerlikon
Cox and Motor Mechanic on Oerlikon.
Fishing in Scotland.
Gordy (Geordie from NE England?) outside ramp door winch.
GI Indian Joe.
LCT 795's Stoker referred to as 'Scouse'
Author on tank deck.
Bathing in Brixham Harbour.
Motor Mechanic, GI Joe & Taffy in working party.
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note of peripheral interest
With 795 were other British manned Mk4 LCTs; LCT 758 with the 4th
Field Artillery Battalion, LCT 798 with men of the 3rd Battalion 12th
Infantry, LCT 799 with men of the 1st Battalion 12th
Infantry, LCT 822 with men of 531 Engineer Shore Regiment (same as LCT 795), LCT
977 with men of the 12th Infantry, LCT 974 with 29th Field
Artillery Battalion and LCT 996 with elements of the 1st Engineer
I believe my late father, Graham Robert Taylor (Bob), was on the 795's sister
ship which beached on D Day. He told me about this incident many years ago and
it's great to see the story has been archived for all to read. He had an
eventful war having been torpedoed in the Mediterranean in a flotilla returning
from north Africa. He and six others survived and were picked up some seven
hours later one of whom was was named Lou
Boozey from the Teddington/Twickenham area.
Father was immensely grateful to his rescuers for the clothes he and his mates
were given even if he looked like a ragamuffin with bits of Navy, Army and Air
force uniforms! When they arrived in Poole Harbour there was a lot of drinking
and they all ended up in the Fireman’s hut on the harbour for the night very
much worse for wear! After what they had been through, in the morning they were
allowed to get on with the job in hand without reprimand.
love to know if the ship my father was torpedoed in was the HM LCT 996. My father
later reported to his skipper that he had heard a ticking sound before the ship
blew up and was absolutely convinced it was a limpet mine, but the skipper put
the noise down to the generators on another ship.
This account of HM LCT 795
was prepared from the notes of RN Wireman Michael Jennings D/MX574620. They were transcribed by Tony Chapman, archivist/historian for the LST
and Landing Craft Association (Royal Navy) and further edited by Geoff Slee for
website presentation, including the addition of photographs,