In Memoriam

Invincible silhouette

HMS Invincible Wreath

In Memoriam:

 Lt W A Curtis RN – 6th May 1982

Lt Cdr J E Eyton-Jones RN – 6th May 1982

NA B Marsden – 15th June 1982

Admiral Sir Jeremy Black KCB DSO MBE. 1932 – 2015 – Crossed the bar November 2015

Chris Parkinson – Crossed the bar March 2016

Commander Mahesh ‘Tony’ Dutta R.N. – Crossed the bar 14th august 2016

Lt Charles ”Champagne Charlie” Cantan R.N.Crossed the bar June 2016

RO1(T) Ade (Ginge) Lote – Crossed the bar 9th September 2016

POWEM(R) Jon Kerr – Crossed the bar 23rd August 2018

AEA(R)1 Glenn Appleyard – Crossed the bar 30th June 2019

CRS Len Jones – Association President – Crossed the bar 13th October 2019

Steward  Karl Kirby (Captain’s Steward) – Crossed the bar November 2019

RS Dave (Busby) Clutten – Crossed the bar November 2021


Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
   But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
   Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
   For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

Crossing the Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson  


In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
There young hearts sleep… beneath the wave…
The spirited, the good, the brave,

But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.
‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think. “He’s there.”

But you can to the ocean go…
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride…
In and out… with every tide.

And when your span of life is passed,
He’ll meet you at the “Captain’s Mast.”
And they who mourn on distant shore
For sailors who’ll come home no more,

Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas…
For stars that shine and winds that blow
And whitecaps marching row on row.
And they can never lonely be
For when they lived… they chose the sea.

In Waters Deep by Eileen Mahoney


R.I.P. Shipmates – Fair winds and following seas.

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.

Memorial Poppy

Lest we forget.

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