| This account of the experiences of Anne Dullard ( married
Grange) in relation to the final events of the Strathallan has
been put together by her daughter Camilla Elliott of Mildura
, Australia . It includes some biographical details
to assist in presenting Anne as one dedicated to the nursing
profession. In spite of the hardship, she enjoyed her
war years and was always proud to have been a member of the
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Born in New Silksworth, County Durham,
Anne trained as a nurse at Royal Victorian Infirmary
at Newcastle upon Tyne. War had broken out by the
time she began her midwifery training. She was
a midwife on the district of industrial Sunderland where
the shipyards, as targets of the German bombers, brought
the war close to home. Anne was 25 years old when
she enlisted. A decision that was influenced by
seeing the effects of Dunkirk on school friends home
on leave from the front.
Anne sailed in the Strathallan to
North Africa in 1942 to join the Eighth Army in their desert
push. The following excerpt is taken from an article
by journalist Isabel Carter that was published in the Australian Woman's
Day magazine, 28 October 1957. (Quote) “Anne sailed
in the Strathallan to North Africa in 1942 to
join the Eight Army in their desert push. She was
down on F deck, so far below the waterline that the cabin
had no portholes. It was cramped and hot. Eighty
nurses shared on washbasin. There always seemed to
be someone at the basin, day and night, splashing about
with their ration of water. At 1.30 in the morning,
off Oran, the sleeping nurses were awakened by a heavy
bump, and then another. Two torpedoes had hit the
boiler-room. In the confusion and darkness Anne tried
to remember her shipwreck drill. She threw on the
clothes beside her bunk and the lifejacket always within
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“Sherry,” she called. “Let's get up top.” “Sherry” – Mildred
Sherry, her Irish chum – ran with her up the stairs to their
special assembly point. The old, wounded ship had tilted
so much in her death throes that Anne's assembly place was
high in the air, the lifeboats hanging uselessly inward. There
were shouts, noise, a babble of voices, the escape of steam. Anne
and Sherry scrambled to the opposite side of the canting
deck. Anne had time for a quick joke. “Look at
me Sherry, in me khaki bloomers and shirt. What would
Matron say!”
Anne could not swim. Holding hands, she and Mildred
Sherry went over the side into the black, oily water. “I
can't swim, I can't swim,” she heard herself mumbling. She
struck out, blindly, grabbling this and that piece of wreckage,
the lifebelt holding her up. Somehow in the black nightmare
Mildred disappeared. She was one of the 28 girls, all
in their 20s who lost their lives in the Strathallan .
| Bobbing in her lifebelt like a piece of flotsam, Anne
found that she, who could hardly remember one full line
of the Latin mass, was repeating the Latin through and
through, word perfect, many times over. Eight hours
later a sailor dragged her on board a landing craft. She
was cold and exhausted. The fuel oil she had swallowed
was burning her intestines and she was blinded by oily
scum. One by one they were fished out and given
a fiery tot of rum to make them vomit up the fuel oil. A
sailor then held Anne up saying “Here, lass, don't mind
me” as he stripped off her sodden oily clothing and washed
her in hot water. He laughed as she gave him a
feeble clout. She was then rolled in a rough blanket
and taken below. There they clopped off her shining
black hair, all fouled by oil. |
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She landed at Algiers clad in sailor's rig. The principal
matron met them on shore with the classic remark: “Don't
look like a lot of survivors. Comb your hair.” It
was what they needed, a salty douche like that, to restore
their shattered morale. Shipwrecked, and not a bare
24 hours after landing, Anne was fitted out in battle dress,
men's boots and a little woolen comforter and sent forward
into the front lines to join a casualty clearing station.” (End
of quote from Woman's Day )
Over the next four years Anne's tour of duty took her from
North Africa, through Sicily to Monte Casino, Italy and from
there to the general hospital at Bari in 1943. She
was in Bari on the fateful night when, as recorded in Blackwood's
Magazine , June 1947, seventeen allied merchant ships
carrying war supplies were bombed in Bari harbour. There
were 1,000 allied casualties and hundreds of local Italians
died, not only from the bombing, but from the effects of
the burns from Lewisite poison gas bombs carried by bombarded
Liberty ships that were also in the harbour.
From Italy , Anne went to Greece and Yugoslavia , serving
with the commandos, moving in and out of the country for
short periods, collecting casualties and shipping them back
to Italy . From Italy she moved onto India ( Imphal
and Kohima ) to relieve nurses who had been there for five
years. The war ended and it was on to Labuan, Borneo
for six months to relieve Australian nurses going home. In
June 1946 Anne was demobbed.
Settling back into civilian life in England was an experience
Anne shared with many veterans after the war. In 1947
she migrated to Australia to join her sister Kitty who had
married an Australian navyman and gone to live in there during
the war. In the country town of Gunbower , Victoria
nearby to Cohuna where she had been appointed to the position
as matron of the local hospital, she met Matt Grange who
had served with the Australian army in Darwin. They
married in January 1950 and went on to raise a family of
Martin, Camilla, Len and John. Martin, being the son
of Kitty who had contracted TB and died in 1949.
Anne made a career of nursing, specializing in midwifery,
and breaking from it for only a few years when the children
were young. She and Matt made their home in Gunbower
until moving to nearby Echuca in 1966. Her father Martin
and brother John joined her in Australia and Anne returned
to England twice to visit during her lifetime but had readily
adopted Australia as her new homeland.
A great correspondent, Anne kept in regular contact with
family and friends from the “old country”. She would
have been thrilled with this website as she had a great fascination
with the wonders of new technology, enjoying the adventure
a number of years ago of sending an email to the editor of
the Sunderland Echo . After her husband Matt
passed away in 1980, Anne's final years were spent in Mildura,
Victoria until her death on 9 th March 2003.
The sinking of the Strathallan and subsequent trauma
of war service stayed with Anne throughout her life. Like
so many other veterans, she got on with life and is renowned
for her lively sense of humour , however, she never came
to terms with her disappointment at the apparent disregard
the British Government had for the welfare of their war veterans.
Written by:
Camilla Elliott (daughter)
9 Hector Street
Mildura, Victoria, Australia 3500
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