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The Submariner

by on Jun.30, 2012, under Stories over the ages

“Of all the branches of men in the Forces there is none which shows more devotion and faces grimmer perils than the Submariner, great deeds are done in the air and on the land, nevertheless nothing Surpasses your exploits.”

Sir Winston Churchill 1943

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The Chief Tiff’s Lament – Thanks to Fred Ticehurst.

by on Jun.30, 2012, under Stories over the ages

Did you hear about the Chief Tiffy,
The man without a mate?
He’d fallen out with everyone,
but the Coxswain was his favourite hate.
Eventually the day came round,
And he stood at Heaven’s portal,
St. Peter was there in his best number ones
to greet the special mortal.
The Tiffy looked at St. Peter and said,
“I’ll not come in just yet,
I want to make sure there’s no Coxswain in here.
Said Peter, “You’re on a safe bets”.
So he picked up his bag and hammock,
And, believing St. Peter, went in,
The inmates of Heaven then trembled,
But Peter just gave him a grin
The Tiff went around and searched up and down,
With a fearsome look on his face,
At last he seemed at peace with himself,
There wasn’t a ‘swain in the place.
So life slipped by in the ‘boat’ in the sky,
The Chief Tiffy in charge on the wheel.
He was heard to remark, “What a bloody great lark,
This is just how a Coxswain must feel”
The rest of the crew were quite chokker.
Cursed the day Chief Tiffs were invented,
But power had gone to the old man’s head.
“I’m in charge now and I’m quite contented
But then there came that dreadful day,
Proper poorly the Chief Tiffy did feel,
For he spotted the badge of crossed tin fish,
A bloody great Crown and Wheel.
He went stomping off to St. Peter, and
In true Naval style made a complaint,
That he’d spotted an Infidel Coxswain,
Said Peter “I’ll bet that you ain’t,
Come with me” said the Tiffy and
Shaking his fist said, Just what the bloody “ell’s that?”
For there stood a vision, a Coxswain no less,
With gold badges and a tiddly hat.
” Hold on” said St Peter, “Just calm yourself down,
And I’ll do my best to explain,
That’s really GOD that you’re looking at,
He just likes to pretend he’s a ‘Swain!”.

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Tot Time – Thanks to Tony Halverson

by on Jun.16, 2012, under Stories over the ages


Ode to a tot of rum………………….

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

The smell of Jamaican filled the air
As the ritual began
A daily tot of Nelson’s Blood
Was a favourite to every man.

When the Rum Bosun stood, his measure poised
To serve every man his tot.
Two fingers always in the ‘cup ‘
Making sure that the ‘Queen ‘got her lot.’

The ‘ticker off’ was there, of course
His pencil at the ready,
With a sipper given from each man’s tot
His hand was no longer steady.

The rum rat sat, his eyes aglow
His whiskers twitching well
He liked his rum so much it seems
He could get pissed on the smell.

Sometimes the tots were passed around
As each man paid his debts
Favour, rubber, game of crib
Could cost a couple of wets.

Then came the time to sup the ‘Queens’
“God Bless Her “was the toast
A watchful eye, as each man supped.
So the Rum Bosun got the most.

Once the rum had been consumed
And nothing left to pour;
The dits began, as the ‘Grog’ took charge,
Of favourite runs ashore.

A feed, a fight, a couple of pints
Was part of a run ashore.
A game of darts was in there too
Then all night with a Pompey Lill.

No longer though, does the scent of rum
Pervade her Majesty’s boats.
No more to sup Lord Nelson’s Blood
And give the Queen her toasts.

So to all who drank Lord Nelson’s Blood
And heard the Klaxon’s blast
May old shipmates meet and share a wet
Spinning dits of the good times passed.

A toast then to Horatio
And another to the Queen.
And may we all, wherever we are
Remember where we’ve been!

Amen to that! Up Spirits Royal :).

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R.I.P. Mongo

by on Jun.07, 2012, under Stories over the ages


HMS COURAGEOUS 1974-1979 adopted an African Elephant that someone found tethered to a bollard next to the taxi rank on Helensburghs mainstreet. They called him *Mongo* and he lived in an old Chacon that they put in their Lay-apart store just up from 6-Berth. When theyeventually left Faslane, to go to Chatham for re-fit, Capt SM3 granted permission for Mongo to go with them. They chained him to the starboard rails of the fin and hoofed it down the Gareloch on the step. Mongo was as happy as larry, but the casing party spent most of their time trying not to step in enormous piles of elephant shit. Anyhow – Courageous encountered some very bad weather in the Irish Sea (surface passage) and come the morning – Mongo had simply disappeared. God! The entire Boat’s Company miss that elephant. Ask any ex Courageous ships company – they’ll vouch for him. He was a brills elephant and good company for the Upper Deck Trot.

R.I.P. Mongo. (Here is only one of two known photographs that exist of Mongo actually
on the casing of HMS COURAGEOUS as they sailed out of Faslane, with AFD 60 visible
in the background). The other is of Mongo in happier daze.

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Interesting Stories

by on Jun.03, 2012, under Stories over the ages

To all Submariners from all the fleet past or present with a story to tell here is your opportunity to tell it. If other members by chance saw it a little different than you, they also are able to respond on how they saw it go down. HAVE FUN GUYS!!

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Hacked By ReckLess

by on Jun.02, 2012, under Message Posts

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