A SPECIAL poem written by a Member of the Merseyside Submariners Association

namely, one GEORGE LUCK.  Thank you George.

WE WILL REMEMBER THEM - [sic]

 

When Britain seeks to carve its name
On history's blood stained roll
It can point with pride to its submariners
Dear God, you took your toll.

It was said they were "damned un-English"
A weapon to be abhorred
But in a world where you fight for your freedom
It's a view that you just can't afford.

So, in trying to balance life's budget
When we sit down and add up the cost
High up on the list is the price we have paid
For here are the "Boats" we have lost.

The first on the roll was the Oxley
Then Sea Horse, Undine and Starfish
Thistle, Tarpon and Sterlet
Then Unity and Seal was God's wish.

One after the other went Odin
The Grampus, Orpheus and Shark
The Salmon, the Pheonix and then came the Thames
No wonder the future looked dark.

The Narwhal, the Oswald and Spearfish
And little H49, too
The Rainbow, the Triad and Swordfish
Our country was paying its due.

Regulus, Triton, Snapper and Usk
Undaunted, Umpire, as well
Union, Cachalot, P33
All sailing their own road to hell.

We lost P32 and the Tetrarch
The Perseus and H31
The Triumph, the Tempest and P38
And sadly the list just goes on.

There was P39 and P36
Pandora and Upholder, too
Urge, Olympus and P514
Thorn and Talisman, long overdue.

Unique, Unbeaten and Utmost
Then the turn of P222
Traveller, P48 and P311
Lord, is this what you want us to do?

Then come Vandal, Tigris and Thunderbolt
Turbulent, Regent, as well
With P615, Splendid and Sahib
All bowing to fate's awesome knell.

The Untamed, the Parthian and Saracen
The 'X' crafts, 9, 8 and 5
Followed by 6, then 7, then 10
Yes, Lord, they've done their last dive.

Usurper, then Trooper, the next was Simoon
X22, also was lost
And the ex-German Graph, then made the last dive
We earned freedom at a terrible cost.

Stonehenge, Syrtis and Sickle
Oh, God, just how many more ?
Then Stratagem went to her resting place
On that far distance hostile shore.

And so, we near the end of the roll
Our white ensign proud, at half mast
Right to the end our Submarines paid
For Porpoise was the last.

Each year we gather at "Blockhouse"
And ask that our memories be blessed
For we stand proud and tall as "Old Comrades"
With these "Dolphins" pinned on our chest.

So, we who survived, now pray to our God
"Let our boys grow up to be men
If we paid the price, unflinchingly
Lord, don't ask them to pay it again."