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Navy

Poetry

Below the Depths

Under the depths we lurk unseen, the smell of diesel and no shower to clean We find a convoy and cruiser escort, we take the gamble and go for the shot We line up in front they are ahead if we get this wrong we could be dead We run…
Gordon Bruce
8th April 2011
Poetry

Fate of the Seas

I stood at the bed watching you sleep, knowing that in my heart I will have you to keep I ran my hands through your silky hair, leaving you now is so hard to bare I gently lean over and give you a kiss, my time at sea you will…
Gordon Bruce
8th April 2011
Poetry

“Convoy”

We steam for safety, grey walls of water crash across the bows. Two hundred souls, crammed inside a metal skin, living in one another’s stink. Puking, mewling, like infants in need of milk, we stagger along storm-battered decks, iron corrodes under foot. Ripped and clawed by howling winds, chapped by…
Mark Dron
13th July 2009
Poetry

White Berets

Will they be there again on Remembrance Day? Have too many crossed the bar (or passed away)? The snow white berets of those proud navy men, march past the Cenotaph to the toll of Big Ben. They braved many foes on the Arctic Convoys, World War Two quickly made tough…
Sheila Weekes
7th May 2009
Poetry

The Last Run Ashore

'Wot you 'ome agin Son, when yer goin back, Blimey kid yer got it soft, not like me 'n uncle Jack, Wern't yer 'ome last Chrismis, just arter that convoy run, Life in the Andrews not the same, it's just a currant bun. 'Ave yer 'eard abaht the bomin, not…
Len Payne
9th April 2009
Poetry

The Queen’s Privateer

Stately Spanish galleon sailing so sublime, protected by her escorts, three deckers’ of the line, passing in false confidence on the Spanish Lake, for coming are the hunters, led by Francis Drake. The morning mists lay heavy when a voice calls from the shrouds, sail ho, sail ho to starboard,…
Len Payne
9th April 2009
Poetry

Born To Serve

Plans laid down in 42 I was born in 43 This Island Nation here to protect My Nation, the world to me With crew abound, The Captain too, I eased away from shore It was a time of conflict Or to you and me its war. The days they passed…
Mark Christmas
26th March 2009
Poetry

The Sailors Angel

She is a very special angel sent down from God on high She only got her wings today and here’s the reason why God wanted to send a very precious gift from up above To cast the petals on the waters to show his tender love For all our sailors…
Sheila Weekes
12th November 2008
Poetry

Weekend shirt

The name we gave our polo shirts, would really make you smile We never had to wash them, till they’d done a thousand mile We used them for our weekend leave to near or even far We used them when we travelled on leave, by train or even car The…
David Killelay
24th October 2008