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Smokey Smith, VC, RIP.

Canada's Last Surviving Holder of the Victoria Cross no longer survives, having packed his kit and hit the road to Fiddler's Green.

I mentioned Private Smith in this post on the PIAT, the weapon he used during the fight that resulted in his Victoria Cross.

Under heavy fire from the approaching enemy tanks, Private Smith, showing great initiative and inspiring leadership, led his P.I.A.T.(1) Group of two men across an open field to a position from which the P.I.A.T. could best be employed. Leaving one man on the weapon, Private Smith crossed the road with a companion and obtained another P.I.A.T. Almost immediately an enemy tank came down the road firing its machine-guns along the line of the ditches. Private Smith's comrade was wounded. At a range of thirty feet and having to expose himself to the full view of the enemy, Private Smith fired the P.I.A.T. and hit the tank, putting it out of action. Ten German infantry immediately jumped off the back of the tank and charged him with Schmeissers and grenades. Without hesitation Private Smith moved out on the road and with his Tommy gun at point-blank range, killed four Germans and drove the remainder back. Almost immediately another tank opened fire and more enemy infantry closed in on Smith's position. Obtaining some abandoned Tommy gun magazines from a ditch, he steadfastly held his position, protecting his comrade and fighting the enemy with his Tommy gun until they finally gave up and withdrew in disorder.

The Canadians Militant of the blogs Brigaded under the Red Ensign are noting PIAT Gunner Smith's passing.

Damian at Babbling Brooks.
Andrew, at Bound By Gravity.
Sue, at Turning 30-and-a-Half.
Nicholas at Quotulatiousness.

Of course, Matt at Blackfive is on it.

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance: In Memoriam.

H/t to Damian. *Someone* is falling down on their job around here!

7 Comments

Don't be too hard on CAPT H, John. He's probably still trying to shake off the 'scotch, stogies, and skirts' hangover from his one-night tribute to the irrepressible Sgt Smith. Cuidich'n Righ!
 
I was going to send you the link at Mudville last night, but I was certain Barb would have info'd you as well. Cheers
 
Let us hope that somebody at Fiddler's will pour him an extra-strong one to ease the pain he's prolly still feeling, though dead, from just cocking that thing. (Or so Gunner Hogg says, and I believe him.) Be still, my inelastic old intervertebral discs!
 
Which reminds, me, JoA, have you ever done the experiment? Is your PIAT intact enough to perform the cocking operation? Is its spring still up to scratch? What *is* the rate of its spring in pounds/inch? Just curious.
 
Yes, if you look at the pics in the post I linked, you'll see the spring is in *fine* shape, still retains it's tempering coloration. 220lbs. It's a *bitch* to cock manually. Standing up. Weighing more than the springs tension. And it's a bigger bitch to do laying down, so you don't get your head shot off. I can't imagine doing it as your average Brit troop of WWII.
 
Hey, don't you remember what we were like at that age? Not only were we physically stronger, but we had not yet worn out our adrenal glands by dealing with our annoying fellow humans for years and years. M'self, I've just had these two burnt smoking cinders sitting on top of my kidneys for a long time, now...
 
Having read the piece at Blackfive's, maybe I should just shuddup and watch more sunrises. Hope it's not too late for me. Dang! There went a man.
 
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