At the core of the machine,
The sleek and black submarine,
Lie the men, of flesh and blood,
It needs no air, or drink, or food,
It suffers not from lack of sun,
Nor rain, nor love or hearty fun.
Each depends upon the other,
To rise again, a father, lover.
While half asleep, the others watch,
Turn about, until the hatch,
is cracked open, at last, again,
to release the once imprisoned men.
Why should such brave men choose,
This life, when all there is to lose?
To keep you safe, away from harm,
To patrol the sea, and prevent alarm,
Young men arrive, and old retire,
The old an ember, the young a fire.
When at last, their spirits gone,
the physician seeks to find the wrong,
his heart has fled its boney cage,
to sink below the stormy rage,
and return to where it longed to be,
beneath the dark and brooding sea.
Dedicated to the memory of AB(Sonar)SM Adam “Bomber” Twells, HMS Sceptre
And, PO(Sonar)SM Andrew "Frank" Spencer, HMS Sceptre
And, CPOWEA(SM) Jonnie Barrett
And, CPOMEM(SM) George "Soapy" Watson, a really nice bloke.
And, Lt.CDR Ian Molyneux, WEO, HMS Astute
RIP Shipmates.
By Ex CPOWEA(CEW)SM Carl “Robbie” Robinson
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A Submariner's Prayer
O Father hear our prayer to Thee
From your humble servants beneath the sea:
In the depths of ocean oft we stray,
So far from night, so far from day;
We would ask your guiding light to glow
To make our journey safe below.
Please oft times grant us patient mind,
Then ‘ere the darkness, won’t us blind.
We seek thy protection from the deep
And grant us peace whene’er we sleep.
Of our homes and loved ones far away
We ask you care for them each day,
Until we surface once again, to drink the air and feel the rain.
We ask your guiding hand to show
A safe progression, sure and slow.
Dear Lord please hear our prayer to Thee
From your humble servants beneath the sea. Amen