A fine Great War 1914 'Battle of the Falkland Islands' D.S.M. awarded to Petty Officer...

A fine Great War 1914 ‘Battle of the Falkland Islands’ D.S.M. awarded to Petty Officer Second Class M. J. Walton, Royal Navy, for his services in H.M.S. Kent during her epic duel with the S.M.S. Nurnberg, for which he was also Mentioned in Despatches Distinguished Service Medal, G.V.R. (118358 M. J. Walton. P.O. 2Cl. H.M.S. Kent.) nearly extremely fine £1,800-£2,200 --- D.S.M. London Gazette 3 March 1915: ‘The following awards have been made in recognition of the services mentioned in the foregoing despatch from Vice Admiral F. C. D. Sturdee regarding the action with the German Squadron off the Falkland Isles.’ A total of 12 D.S.M.’s were awarded for the Battle of the Falkland Islands. M.I.D. London Gazette 3 March 1915. Matthew James Walton was born in Rotherham, Yorkshire, on 13 November 1866 and joined the Royal Navy as a Boy Second Class on 10 January 1882. Advanced Petty Officer Second Class on 1 April 1897, he was shore pensioned on 10 December 1905, and joined the Royal Fleet Reserve at Portsmouth on 13 December 1905. Recalled to the Service with the onset of war, he was posted to the old armoured cruiser H.M.S. Kent on 3 October 1914. The Battle of the Falkland Islands The armoured cruiser Kent, commanded by Captain John D. Allen, was a vessel of 9,800 tons, designed for a speed of twenty-three knots, and on the morning when the German fleet, under Admiral von Spee, walked into the trap that had been prepared for it at the Falkland Islands, she was doing the duty of guardship at the entrance to Port William harbour. Many of the ships inside had filled up with coal the day before, but the Kent was one of those detailed to fill her bunkers on the 8th, so that she was none too well provided with fuel. As soon as the Germans were sighted, Admiral Sturdee ordered the Kent to weigh anchor and keep in touch with the enemy while the remainder of our ships were getting up steam. The cruiser stood out to sea at once, and it will always remain a mystery why the heavy German ships, with their long-range 8.2 inch guns, did not there and then open fire on the isolated British vessel, for they were well within range, and altogether outmatched the Kent, with her 6-inch weapons. Those on board fully expected that the attack would be made, but much to their surprise, the enemy sheered off instead to the east, leaving the Kent to shadow them without interference. Presently the rest of the British squadron headed out of harbour at a rapidly increasing speed, and the ships quickly disposed themselves into battle formation, the battle cruisers Invincible and Inflexible leading the line and engaging the Gneisenau and Scharnhorst. In the course of a few hours the action had resolved itself into three distinct phases. The heavy armoured ships fought out their battle alone; the Glasgow and Cornwall devoted themselves to the Leipzig; while Captain Allen, the junior of the cruiser captains, was entrusted with the task of accounting for the Nurnberg. It was, perhaps, a curious selection, for not only was the Glasgow two knots faster than the Kent, but the latter was, on paper, actually half a knot slower than the German she was sent to chase. The Nurnberg was in fact a faster ship than the Leipzig to which the Glasgow and Cornwall were devoting themselves; the Kent having not had the chance of completing with coal, was not particularly well placed for carrying out a long chase. However, if her bunkers had been loaded to their full capacity, the added weight would have reduced her speed and probably put the possibility of a chase completely out of the question. It was a chance either way, and the men of the Kent rose magnificently to the one before them. If they were to catch the enemy at all they would have to do it quickly, otherwise the Kent would be left helpless in mid-ocean without fuel. In a few brief words Captain Allen told the engineers and the stokers how they stood, and appealed to them to get their utmost out of the ship. Seaman and others who could be spared were sent down below to help in the blistering business of feeding the furnaces and rushing up the coal from the bunkers. The engineers, with a careful eye on the vanishing fuel, tightened up a valve here and opened a steam pipe there, coaxing the 22,000 horse power engines as a jockey coaxes a racehorse. As one of the stokers put it afterwards, ‘It was a case of either getting the Nurnberg or busting up in trying to’. Little by little the Kent increased her pace. Her record speed in ten years of service was a shade over twenty-four knots, but before long Engineer Commander Andrew and his perspiring band of artificers and stokers had her doing well over twenty-five, an achievement which can, perhaps, only be adequately appreciated by an engineer. All the time the voracious furnaces were eating up the coal at an enormous rate, and although the Nurnberg was being gradually overhauled, it was becoming doubtful whether the Kent would have sufficient fuel to complete the business when she got within range, to say nothing of getting back to her base at the Falklands afterwards. It was therefore decided to eke out the coal with anything combustible that could be found on board. Wooden boats were taken out of their cradles, broken up, and taken below to feed the furnaces. Wooden spars, companion ways and ladders shared a similar fate, and even the wooden planking of the decks was torn up and passed down to the stokeholds. Shortly after four o'clock the Kent passed within range of the Leipzig, giving her three broadsides as she went, and in less than an hour afterwards the grimy stokers down below gave a great shout as they heard one of the 6-inch guns in the forward turret bark out its 100-lb message. They well knew what that bow-chaser meant. The enemy was within range at last. Like the other German ships in this action, the Nurnberg fought exceedingly well. The Kent had opened fire at eleven thousand yards, nearly six and a half miles, and in a few minutes the full-speed fight was in full swing. Both vessels made good shooting, and by a combination of fine marksmanship and good luck one of the earliest of the Kent’s shells struck the Nurnberg square in the stern, disabling the after guns and seriously affecting the enemy's speed and manoeuvring power. The German weapons fired more rapidly than ours, and the shells fell thickly around the British cruiser. The silk ensign presented to the ship by the people of Kent was shot to ribbons, the foretop mast was carried away, and many shells and fragments penetrated the funnels. One hit came perilously near ending the Kent’s career for ever. A shell from the Nurnberg entered a casement by the gun-port, a most remarkable chance, and burst inside, killing or wounding the whole of the gun's crew. A fire was started among the cordite charges lying about, and a flash of flame shot down the ammunition hoist and into the passages below. A sergeant of Marines, Charles Mayes, dashed through the flames and threw the burning charges and sacks away so that the fire would not spread, and then, seizing a hose, flooded the compartment and extinguished the fire. In the words of the Commander-in-Chief, ‘the extinction of this fire saved a disaster which might have led to the loss of the ship’, and there were some seven hundred souls on board. When the range had closed to 7,500 yards and the two ships were running broadside to broadside, the Kent started firing lyddite. After that, the end was not long in coming. The Nurnberg’s upper deck was already a mass of twisted and battered scrap-iron, and her sides were peppered with holes. A great fire now burst out in the fore part of the ship, and her guns became silent; but when the Kent also ceased fire and closed to 3,000 y...