Index |
1. Size does matter 2. Watch Diving Stations 3. Tribal Jet Setters 4. Singapore 5. The RN in 1947 6. Alcohol at Sea 7. An RN Sub and its gun 8. 9. Women in UK Submarines 10. Bluejacket Food |
11. Yours Aye 12. The Demob Suit 13. Ex Members Armed Forces 14. A Rude Fact of Life 15. Days before Radio Comms 16. What's in a Name 17. Wind, Sea State and Swell 18. Museum, B&B or Submarine 19. For the Fallen 20. Big, Small, Faster |
21. A Few Wets 22. Unknown Warrior/Sailor 23. The Naval Crown 24. The Bosun's Call or Whistle 25. Faslane 26. Fluorescent Lighting 27. Naval Recruiting Offices 28. How to join the RN 1938 29. WW2 Thru enemy eyes 30. Flip-Flop |
0 = Calm | 1 = Light Air | 2 = Light Breeze | 3 = Gentle Breeze | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
4 = Moderate Breeze | 5 = Fresh Breeze | 6 = Strong Breeze | 7 = High Wind/Moderate Gale/Near Gale | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
8 = Fresh Gale | 9 = Strong Gale | 10 = Whole Gale/Storm | 11 = Violent Storm | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
0 = Calm (glassy) = 0 | 1 = Calm (ripple) = ??? | 2 = Smooth (wavelets) = ??? - 1??? | 3 = Slight = 1??? - 4 | 4 = Moderate = 4 - 8 |
5 = Rough = 8 - 13 | 6 = Very Rough = 13 - 20 | 7 = High = 20 - 30 | 8 = Very High = 30 - 45 | 9 = Phenomenal = over 45 |
0 = No swell | 1 = Short or Middle | 2 = Long | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
3 = Short | 4 = Middle | 5 = Long | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
6 = Short | 7 = Middle | 8 = Long | ||
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fall in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal, Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation. And glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow, They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again, They sit no more at familiar tables of home, They have no lot in our labour of the day-time, They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known, As the stars are known to the Night. As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. |