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trade. This contretemps, evidently an attack launched upon a US destroyer by
                North Vietnamese gunboats, seems in retrospect to have been a set-piece casus
                bello that those of us who thought about it believed to be very odd, even at the
                time. It may be recalled that the US Navy reported two attacks upon USS Maddox,
                attacks which resulted in a single bullet-hole being found on the destroyer, and
                little apparent damage to the gunboats. This ‘battle’ seemed so unlikely as to be
                risible; I had seen enough US warships in Naples, Barcelona, and the UK to know
                that US warships were well-armed and their crews highly trained. The North’s
                navy, on the other hand, was tiny and comprised mainly motor gun-boats, vessels
                quite incapable of taking on a modern destroyer with heavy guns, aerial support
                and great manoeuvrability. It would seem that even now the actual events have
                not been fully revealed, but this ‘action’ permitted the US to escalate the War
                and, eventually, suffer a fate reminiscent of Dien Bien Phu. Perhaps it was ‘the
                fog of war’, but it seemed more a signal of the perfidy of the United States. Harold
                Wilson was right to keep out of the mess.

                   A straight and rapid run across the Indian Ocean, as usual, ended in Aden.
                However, this charmless place had further deteriorated; an uprising against
                British rule had escalated, perhaps partly on account of neighboring Oman’s civil
                war, a conflict arising because of its senescent ruler’s antipathy to anything that
                he thought modernising occurring in his antiquated land (he reigned under a
                decrepit British suzerainty), or, more likely, because of the Nasser’s virulent pan-
                Arabist policies. There had recently been sporadic unrest in Aden, particularly
                in ‘The Crater’, and as a consequence all members of the crew were prohibited
                from going ashore (no great loss, it should be said). Parenthetically, it seems
                in retrospect absurd for Britain to even bother with the ‘hold onto the empire’
                sensibility, Aden having lost all strategic importance to the Commonwealth
                with the independence of South Asia. Indeed, though the situation got worse (as
                will appear), British tenacity rapidly dissipated, much to the detriment of those
                Aden-nationalists who sought independence, for envelopment by Yemen was the
                all-too-foreseeable consequence. Indeed, the Law of Unintended Consequences
                operated after escalation of the unrest in the following months; why is there no
                comparable Law of Foreseeable Consequences?

                   My much more mundane concern when we arrived in Suez (which is a
                virtually unvisited port other than for anchoring to await a suitable convoy) was
                mail. Unfortunately, and probably because we were ahead of our posted schedule,
                a problem unknown to Khyber, there was none there for me, and having sent a
                ‘reminder’ to Heidi about my 21st, I was anxious to see if my plans accorded with
                hers; perhaps I would perforce have to spend the evening with the ever-reliable
                Jacqueline … actually, a pleasing prospect.

                   The penultimate port was Le Havre. It was its usual drab self (although it
                being December 4th the chances of it being anything else were, well, remote).

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