Skip to comments.Mulberry harbour built off Normandy after D-Day uncovered on the seabed 69 years later
Posted on 03/23/2013 2:21:03 PM PDT by the scotsman
'These ghostly images reveal the forgotten harbour built off the coast of Normandy that for six months after D-Day became the world's busiest docks.
British scientists have found the remnants of Mulberry B on the Channel seabed, which allowed the Allies to land troops, vehicles and equipment on French soil without having to capture a port first.
The makeshift harbour, nicknamed Port Winston because it was the brainchild of Churchill, was the size of Dover and is considered to be one of the greatest military achievements of all time.
Its development was even described by Albert Speer - Hitler's architect and armaments minister - as 'genius'.
It allowed 220,000 men, 50,000 vehicles and 600,000 tones of supplies to be landed in France and undoubtedly helped win the war.
Experts from the UK Hydrographic Office (UKHO), which is part of the Ministry of Defence, have found that its structure still remains remarkably intact just months before the 69th anniversary of its construction.
They fired a 'multi-beam echo sounder' at the sea bed off Arromanches Sur Mer and the 3D images it produced show that large sunken 'beetles', which supported floating roadways, can be found at a depth of five metres.
There are also large chunks of breakwater structures. which protected it from storms.
'It was amazing to discover how much remained despite being pounded by the sea for all those years,' said Chris Howlett, who was leading the UKHO research.'
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We forget what we owe Winston. And of course, the socialists in all countries pi** on his memory.
They all need to go.
Incredible engineering and execution. It could have all gone wrong, and tens of thousands of allies would have perished in quick order.
God only knows how much larger and faster built it would have been if half of the men creating it, had been replaced with females.
I guess we will find out those things in our next major war, after we learn Chinese.
Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this Island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science.
Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'
In my opinion, one of the greatest orations of all time. Gives me goosebumps to read it.
And the left hated him so much they could hardly wait till after the war with kicking him out.
Now, their bronze statue of him is in a straitjacket.
They all need guillotined. And their heads on pikes.
The Seabees built “A” and it was completed before “B”. I’ve read that typical American attitude was build it fast, get the job done then throw it away.
I wonder if any of it is on the seabed.
Churchill recognized the communists for exactly what they were. FDR (that piece of crap) thought it would be okay to deal with them.
Joseph McCarthy knew exactly the extent of the communist infiltration into our government, particularly the FDR and Truman administrations.
I have always felt that McCarthy had a source feeding him Venona information.
Hands down, one of the best logos of all time.
Thanks! I was proud to wear it.
An engineering masterpiece. So was PLUTO. Pipeline Under the Ocean. 6” lines prefabricated and coiled then spooled off across the channel for petroleum products. Fuel kept everything rolling of course.
The very idea of high pressure piston pumps moving gasoline is not common even today. Centrifugals are most commonly used as they are safer.
Thank you, Terry Mross, and thank you for your service.
I have to say, there’s a special place in my heart for the Seabees.
My father got orders to Yokosuka, Japan when I was nine years old. When we got there, there were no quarters available for us. I was one of a family of eight, so we had to stay somewhere while we waited for housing to become available.
We ended up staying at the base motel for, I think 2 to 3 weeks. I recall that my mother and father had a room of their own, and all six of us kids crowded into one motel room ourselves. That’s the first time that I lived somewhere where I could actually see all the way out to the ocean. Everyplace else I had lived was either a suburb somewhere, or housing on a base near the harbor facilities. Yokosuka was like that as well, but looking out from our motel, we could see out to the Pacific. My initial memory of that place was a lot of gray sky, and lots of gray choppy water. I remember going down the beach right next to the motel, and looking out at the U.S. Navy ships heading seaward or heading to port. I stood there on the beach and watched their gray forms heading out to to the open ocean, their masts sticking up above the horizon until they disappeared. There were long lengths of enormous anchor chains on that beach, completely encrusted with rust and eroded. I remember there were long lines of them, just sitting on top of or half buried in the sand.
But it’s interesting, the thing I remember most, is that great big huge Seabee statue on top of that pedestal, the Thompson with that disc magazine in one articulated arm, the other ones holding hammers, wrenches or some other implement of construction. I remember each arm had a blue sleeve, with a red enlisted sleeve insignia on it.
There it was, the big yellow and black striped abdomen with that big stinger on one end, and the grimacing face on the other end with the Dixie cup on top.
I can tell you, I spent many hours walking around that thing because I was so completely bored that I couldn’t think of anything else to do. We weren’t in school, didn’t have any friends, and weren’t allowed to go anywhere, so we had to hang around in the immediate vicinity of the motel. And that statue was right there.
When we finally got our quarters assigned (we were waiting for some other officer and his family to move out) we discovered that we were right next to the Seabees barracks. We thought those guys were just great. They would be sending out on the concrete steps, shooting the breeze, and we would stand around talking to them, sometimes six or seven of us, sometimes just myself. I look back on it now, and I recognize that many of those men had families of their own that they couldn’t be with, so I think they were extra nice with us.
There was one Seabee in particular, he was a petty officer, and his last name was Barker. (We didn’t have to ask, we read it off of his chest :-) He was a nice guy, he had a very broad face, and short, very curly hair. He actually looked Irish. One day, he had a cardboard box with a puppy inside it. It was predictable, we went running inside the house holding the puppy, and my mother shot a poisonous glare through the front window towards the Seabees barracks, but she let us keep the dog.
We ended up naming him “Brutus”.
"What Barack Obama called the Battle to Enforce Liberalism is over. I expect that the new Battle is about to begin. Upon this battle depends the survival of American civilization. Upon it depends our own way of life, and the long continuity of our institutions and our future. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us.
Obama knows that he will have to break us in this battle or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all America may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including our United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that if America and her Allies last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.
And I consider myself lucky to have shared the air with Sir Winston, a true statesman of the first order!
Very cool. Arromanches (Gold Beach) was one of the stops we made on the tour of D-Day landing beaches I took in May 2006. Wish I could go back.
Here is a SeaBee story from Vietnam:
It was a great piece of work. Thanks for the ping.
THAT is why the oration is timeless!
One of dozens of elderly warships and freighters that were to be scuttled off the beachheads to help break up the wave action so that it wouldn't wreck the artificial harbors, Centurion had been decommissioned in the 1920's as part of the Washington Naval Treaty and turned into a target ship. She served in the Mediterranean for most of the war, armed with fake 13.5-inch guns, to keep the Italian Navy from launching a battleship raid on Alexandria Harbor in Egypt.
As their small caretaker crews maneuvered them into position, the thirteen freighters scheduled to be scuttled off Omaha Beach came under fire from the field artillery batteries of the German 352d Division. The German gunners were jubilant when their shells seemed to be sinking Allied freighters left and right. Then the Centurion came steaming in and they knew they were going to be in for a tough fight. They'd only fired a couple of salvos at the massive battleship when it was suddenly rocked by a series of explosions and began settling in the water.
The German military proudly announced that they'd sunk a British battleship, which sank so quickly that only "seventy men were able to escape", never realizing that there were only seventy men onboard in the first place.