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- Recommended by a Very Important Person (VIP)This is a story told through the eyes of a young sailor who joined the Royal Navy in 1955 as a Boy Seaman 2nd class, the absolute lowest rank in the Navy. Follow his induction at HMS Ganges, the toughest boy’s training establishment in England, if not the world, and his first assignment to HMS Cockade in time to visit Australia for the opening of the 1956 Olympic games. This is a thoroughly amusing tale, tempered with dark moments of despair, as he visits islands in the South Pacific, tours Hong Kong, Korea and Japan, passes through the Suez Canal enroute to Malta and Gibraltar, helps to capture an Icelandic boarding party during the Cod Wars. He dives in a submarine to play cat and mouse with our Cold War adversaries, surfaces through the polar ice at the top of the world, feel the tension in the submarine as it sinks toward crush depth. Laugh at the antics of his fellow sailors and the strange situations they found themselves in. Learn the meaning of the acronym PASAHB, and sympathize with this naive young sailor as he falls for one of the oldest tricks in the book.Whether a sailor or a dreamer of the sea, this is one voyage not to be missed.
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Woof Woof Snow!!! Thanks Yoda that is a very accurate weather report. No church today it is already snowing quite heavy and the forecast is for approx 25 to 35 cms of snow with high winds. The winds are the … Continue reading
You will see in the photo with this post four Royal Navy Destroyers, in order from top HMS Cheviot – Cockade – Concord – Comus, steaming in line somewhere in the China sea. In 1956 I flew out to Singapore … Continue reading
I was a young sailor aboard HMS Eastbourne, in 1958 when we were sent to protect the British trawler fleet fishing off Iceland. The Icelandic Government had increased the territorial waters from 3 to 12 miles. The British Government refused … Continue reading
I remember standing on the foc’sle on morning watch weighing anchor with the smell of the North Wind whipping in from ahead and the taste of salt spray on my lips. The feel of the ship beneath my feet, a … Continue reading
It is Saturday morning and I’m off to the Craft Fair at the Milton Community Hall in an hour or so to hopefully sell some of my books. I haven’t been working at it very much lately so got to … Continue reading