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There was a calibration shoot when all the guns in the
colony were lined up wheel to wheel, to fire out to sea and have their fall
of shot reported. I was at Able Post on a peninsula, high up with my instrument
looking down at the target water. As ten o'clock approached, two motorised junks
sailed into the firing area. I alerted the C.O. Major Lewis to their presence
and he said "what is that behind us?". "A red flag sir".
"What do you see on the other headland?" "A red flag sir".
"Carry on Rogers".
At ten o'clock the two junks are centred on my cross wires. Over the telephone comes 'shot one' a 5.5 inch high explosive shell despatch. Thirty seconds later 'shot two', thirty seconds later 'shot three'.
Shot one explodess about two hundred yards short of my cross wires and the two junks turned to run away from the land, on the line of fire. Three or four shells crept after them staying about two hundred yards behind. I wonder what they were saying?