Tag: Up Spirits

Their blood ran cold with horror, As they gazed on the awful scene, Their faces paled with anguish, … And their gills turned faintly

There once was a time in H.M. Ships, When the magic hour had come. The leading hands of every mess … … Prepared to

In ocean wastes no poppies blow, No crosses stand in ordered row, Their young hearts sleep; beneath the wave, The spirited, the good, the

5 members from Norwich RNA had a tour of Norwich City FC on the evening of the 30th August starting at 1830. The tour

There’s mismusters, slop chits, tot time and pay There’s rising and shining and hitting the hay There’s thickers and strongers and neaters as well

I’ll tell you if I may, because I believe remembrance is not only for one day…. I wear it for the fallen, and for

There’s a village they call Shotley to the East of Ipswich Town; The port of Felixstowe across the way. There’s a concrete ship called

Thou shalt not scrounge, neither shalt thou swing the lead, lest they resting place be the deep waters upon which thou sail. Thou shalt