I visit the old graveyard in Ashaig quite a lot. I stand in it after dark when the sky is clear and the Northern Lights are flickering and dancing. The graveyard give a splendid vantage point to photograph the aurora. While my camera is doing it’s long exposure thing I stand and look around me. As with most old cemeteries graves are scattered and seemingly random. Except for 17 by the eastern wall. The regimented care with which the identical gravestones are lined up gives them away as military graves.

Sixty miles off the part of the Donegal coast aptly named Bloody Foreland the visibility was good and the sea moderately rough. It was the 2nd of October 1942 and at about quarter past two in the afternoon the ocean liner Queen Mary collided with the Royal Navy light cruiser HMS Curacoa. The Queen Mary struck the Curacoa amidships and cut her in two. Six minutes later the Curacoa was gone. The fear of U-boats meant the lightly damaged Queen Mary and the 10,000 US soldiers on board continued on their way. Hours later ships returned to rescue 101 of the Curacoa’s crew.  338 sailors died. The whole sad and sorry episode was hushed up and the loss of HMS Curacoa and so many of her men was only announced three years later in the closing months of the war.

Bodies drifted north with the currents and some were washed up 200 miles away on Skye. Sixteen were laid to rest in Ashaig.LSP_9569

When I see the four rows of identical rough marble gravestones glisten in the dim moonlight I stop and think for a moment. Most of the people who have ended up in the cemetery have a connection with the land around it. Not these men. They were brought here in the most appalling and tragic of circumstances.

Thirteen have names ranks, numbers and ages on them. Three are unidentified, marked with that desperately sad phrase “Known unto God.” The grave of a young RAF navigator who died in 1943 is at the end of one of the rows.

There is a dignity in these well tended and orderly graves in contrast to the unspeakable horror that was visited on the sailors buried there when they died.

That’s why I pause and pay these men respect every time I enter the graveyard. 

Commonwealth War Graves Commission – Ashaig Cemetery

Legion Scotland 

Royal British Legion

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