OK, got the photo album -- not sure how these will turn out as we've just photo'd them in the sleeves. Though Dad didn't talk about the war a lot, fortunately I managed to get some details before dementia wholly took him.
He joined the Royal Marines in February 1939, 7 days after his 17th birthday, as there was simply no work for him -- so he wasn't an "HO" Hostilities Only -- and he remained in the marines until "Released to Reserve" in 1953. I don't know much about what action he might have seen, but I do know he couldn't bear the smell of marzipan because it reminded him of being locked down in the ships' magazines during action, where he would have had no chance of escape. I've got dozens of photos of him and his mates from 1941 to 1947, but needless to say, with few exceptions, the photos mostly show the lighter sides of being on board ship.
His first ship was HMS Dragon, and this photo shows two images from Christmas 1941:
In case it's too small to read in the full image, the text for the bottom photo reads:
Christmas Day Tot Time collecting the mess rum ration; man with painted moustache measuring it out; "Jack Dusty" marking it in ledger; he and the officer of the watch have ties which have been cut off
I've no idea what the cut-off ties were for, unless it's a kind of Lord of Misrule thing! Also from the Dragon, there are several scenes from a concert party:
Obviously, the female roles are being taken by men -- shades of It
Ain't Half Hot Mum. The marines were known for their music school, and on the Dragon they apparently had a bandmaster, corporal and 12 bandsmen. "It was a marvellous show -- even 5 or 6 of the officers took part."
He later joined HMS Cumberland, and remained with her until the end of the war. I think the ship must have patrolled the coast of Africa, as she frequently docked in South Africa. Before they were allowed on shore they were lectured about race relations there and basically told they weren't allowed to fratinise with blacks or coloureds, which also meant they couldn't go ashore with their black or coloured shipmates. As it happens, Dad confirmed that on one occasion he and some (white) friends heard music and what sounded like people having a great time so they went to investigate and ended being enthusiastically welcomed into some wedding celebrations -- everyone else there being black. Goodness knows what would have happened if they'd been found out.
He and his mates also made friends with a (white) family who owned a farm, and whenever possible they stayed with them. There was also a Geordie who'd emigrated there and he and his family kept open house in Durban: "I was with them one afternoon and there was a knock at the door and there were 4 blokes from the aircraft carrier which had just come in."
One of the girls in the family sent him this unusual Christmas card in 1945: