One last action: The 1918 U-boat sinking of the S.S. Erik

John Joseph Ryan of St. John's was a telegrapher in 1914 when he enlisted in the First Newfoundland Regiment for the duration of the war. Little did he know that he'd return to that profession before war's end for one last encounter with the enemy.
This time, not on the battlefields of Turkey, France, or Belgium, but on the U-boat-infested waters of the north Atlantic.
The First 500
Ryan was born in 1896. Shortly after the declaration of war, the 17-year-old enlisted: Regimental No. 38 — one of the First 500.
He was wounded by shrapnel at Gallipoli and hospitalized first in Malta and then in England.
He returned to active service with the Regiment in 1916, survived Beaumont Hamel and was gassed at Ypres, only to be wounded again by a sniper while walking down a road.
Ryan was invalided back to England.
No longer physically fit to fight, he was posted home in 1917 and discharged from duty early the following year.
On board the S.S. Erik
Back in civilian life, Ryan resumed his career as a wireless operator on board the S.S. Erik, a three-masted, 583-tonne wooden sealing steamer.

On Aug. 25, 1918, the vessel departed St. John's bound for North Sydney to pick up a load of coal.
In the Gulf of St. Lawrence, about 75 miles from St-Pierre, a German U-boat sighted the Erik.
"There was word out about the submarines and we were keeping close to the land … Of course our ship was very slow, it didn't move very fast, six knots or something like that. When it became night-time we had no riding lights. Everything was black. That was Admiralty rules," Ryan said.
An hour after midnight, he heard an explosion.
"My room was in the Marconi [wireless] room built on the bridge and I heard the explosion and jumped down over the steps to the main deck to see what was going on. I saw this shell burst in the water. I knew it was a shell because I saw them bursting in Gallipoli, a good many of them. And when I saw this I said 'Oh hell, we're being shelled.'"
A shell hit the coal pound on deck, throwing up a cloud of thick black dust as Ryan tried to get back to the wireless room.
"All the equipment was on the floor … having fallen down, you couldn't send a message anyway."