In recognition of his bravery in piloting a midget submarine into a harbour thick with the Japanese, and sending one of the Japs’ largest battleships to the bottom of the sea, Peter Bentley was given command of H M A S Wind Rode. It should have been a proud moment for the young lieutenant-commander … but Wind Rode was a sorry-looking destroyer. Everything about her had been allowed to slide. Peter had his work cut out for him, bringing her up to the standards he’d grown used to aboard his old ship, the Scimitar. And it was a job he couldn’t do alone. His old commander, Bruce Sainsbury V.C., recognized this and acted at once. He sent Bentley a new Number One, Bob Randall. And of course the one and only Hooky Walker as his buffer. With their support, Bentley was going to bring Wind Rode up to scratch, or the merciless enemy was going to send them down to Davy Jones’ locker …
Bentley leaves Sainsbury for his first command, destroyer Wlnd Rode. It is a filthy dirty hell ship run by tired flabby officers of no use. Bentley battles to tighten matters up but the useless First Lieutenant and Buffer weaken the chain of command. With despair, Bentley knows she will fail in the first test of action. Then Sainsbury steps in and does the impossible. A war novel of men and the Navy. Well worth reading, finishing up with a sizzling action scene.