He then talked to me about the death of his parents, John and Eliza Jane, who sadly died in their eighties.
He proudly showed off his photographs of his now sadly departed wife, Dorothy, and his two daughters and son, Maurine, Jacqueline and Ronald. While at first reluctant to undertake such an experimental task, this mesmerising man, at the grand age of eight-six had won me over. My last voyage aboard a ramshackle Greek ferry in Crete put me off sailing forever.Īfter a prolonged conversation, in which he relayed to me some remarkable experiences, I agreed to write his story. In fact, I knew absolutely nothing about ships. At the time of meeting Ron, I notified him that I was a writer of thrillers and had never before written a biography. It was mentioned that he was trying to contact me, and so we sat for the first time and talked over a glass of rum. I did recall his love of rum a pleasure he was still partaking in since his days in the Royal Navy during WWII. I was not a close acquaintance of Ron’s, but occasionally exchanged the odd greeting as we passed. Ron who? I asked? When my friend described this remarkable man, I then recalled reading about his wartime heroics in the local gazette. Word reached me in my local social club that Ron Burns was yearning to write his life story, but was unsure how to go about it.
A special mention for the merchant seamen, who risked their lives during WWII with little recognition of their heroic exploits.įinally, this book is also dedicated to Dorothy, the loving and late wife of Ronald Burns. This book is dedicated to all the allied and British servicemen past and present, who fought in the bloody conflicts. No parts of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronically or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system without permission from the author, except for the quotations in a review.
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