Today is a day of remembrance around the world, and as this is a Merchant Navy themed blog the following poem is a reminder of the Merchant Seamen who laid down their lives for us.
Don’t speak to me of heroes until you’ve heard the tale,
of all those merchant seamen who sailed through storm and gale.
To keep the lifelines open in freedom’s hour of need,
when a tyrant cast a shadow over every nation’s creed.
Captains, greasers, cabin boys, mates and engineers,
heard the call to duty and cast aside their fears.
They stoked those hungry boilers and stood behind the wheel,
whilst cooks and stewards manned the guns on coffins made of steel.
They moved in icy convoys from Scapa to Murmansk,
and crossed the western ocean, never seeking thanks.
They sailed the South Atlantic where raiders lay in wait,
and kept the food lines open to Malta and the Cape.
Tracked by silent U-boats which hunted from below,
Shelled by mighty cannons and fighters flying low.
They clung to burning lifeboats where the sea had turned to flame
and watched their shipmates disappear to everlasting fame.
I speak not of a handful but thirty thousand plus,
some whose names we’ll never know in whom we placed our trust.
They never knew the honour of medals on their chests,
or marching bands and victory and glory and the rest.
The ocean is their resting place, their tombstone is the wind,
the seabirds’ cry their last goodbye to family and friend.
Freighters, troopships, liners, and tankers by the score,
fishing boats and coasters, two thousand ships and more.
Flew their country’s ensign as they sank beneath the waves,
and took those countless heroes to lonely ocean graves.
Their legacy is freedom to those who hold it dear,
to walk with clear horizons and never hide in fear.
So when you speak of heroes, remember those at sea,
defiant merchant seamen who died to keep us free.