Post by Administrator on Oct 18, 2016 22:03:09 GMT
WHITE BERETS:
They wear the berets of white, my friend’s, they wear the berets of white,
For they sailed on Russian convoys, wondering day and night
If they’d reach their destination in Murmansk further north,
Chancing Hitler’s bombers or submarines sent forth.
Hauling vital cargoes men were sorely tried,
Carrying on regardless though many went and died,
Seventy-eight, the convoys that counted up the cost,
As there and back they lumbered, many ships were lost.
The wind would howl and shriek round ice upon the yard,
In fog, snow and violent storms, life was pretty hard,
Plodding on laboriously, guarding round the clock,
Sleepless nights and piping cold until they reached the dock.
They risked their lives steadfastly, in dreadful bitter climes,
Long ago, but veterans recall those vivid times.
That’s why, my friends, I mention it, for they have earned the right -
To proudly wear a beret in the shade of Arctic white.
Captain J.S.Earl M.N.M.