by Gordon Bruce | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
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 silent we run slow, we fire tubes...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 8, 2011 | Poetry
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 surely be missed I put my boots on and...
by Mark Dron | Jul 13, 2009 | Poetry
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...
by Sheila Weekes | May 7, 2009 | Poetry
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...
by Len Payne | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
‘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...
