Adoption of Convoy in the Great War

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An amusing story of the possible confusion which convoy could create is mentioned in Merchantmen-at-Arms:

We left Malta, going east, and that night it was inky dark and we ran clean through a west-bound convoy. How there wasn't an accident, God only knows. We had to go full astern to clear one ship. She afterwards sidled up alongside of us and steamed east for an hour and a half. Then she hailed us through a megaphone: 'Steamer ahoy! Hallo! Where are you bound to?' 'Salonika,' we said. 'God Almighty,' he says. 'I'm bound to Gibraltar. Where the hell's my convoy?'[1]

Footnotes

  1. Bone. Merchantmen-at-Arms. pp. 182-183.

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