From Snotty to Sub

On August 26, 1915, I went up to the Admiralty for medical survey, was passed fit for active service, and on September 1 I received my appointment to H.M.S. _C——_, a super-Dread...

Three days after that picnic and its sad ending we weighed and returned to the winter anchorage. Of the weeks that followed there is little to tell, as of the few incidents whic...

When the water's countenance Blurs 'twixt glance and second glance; When our tattered smokes forerun, Ashen 'neath a silvered sun; When the curtain of the haze Shuts upon our he...

His Majesty's ship ——, suddenly seized with the hospitable desire to entertain her sister ships, decided forthwith on theatricals. Nothing so banal as any already familiar piece...

Two naval Captains (Midshipmen in real life) are discovered seated at a table in front of the tea-house. From their conversation we gather that four important personages have ar...

Enter Stinkenstein, singing. The lady does not take the trouble to look round, but assumes—quite unwarrantably and regardless of grammar—"That's _him_." Stinkenstein comes up be...

Refraining e'en from lawful things, They bowed the neck to bear The unadornèd yoke that brings Stark toil and sternest care. Wherefore through them is Freedom sure; Wherefore th...

_Those whose men took part in the Battle of Jutland may forgive—I think they can never forget—the way in which England received the first tidings of that heroic fight. It is the...

The only damage affecting her fighting efficiency which our ship sustained in the Battle of Jutland was the damage to her boat booms. This was repaired within the week, and, had...

On January 15, 1917, we left the base where we had spent Christmas and proceeded northward again, but nothing worthy of note occurred until some six weeks later. Then one day we...

From the view-point of the Grand Fleet the summer of 1917 was uneventful, but for me and for my contemporaries in the gunroom, the months of June and July held a peculiar and ra...

The wrecks dissolve above us, their dust drops down from afar ... Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are. There is no sound, no echo of sound,...

Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole, I heard a destroyer sing: "What an enjoyable life does one l...