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Post by Admin on Apr 13, 2022 13:37:11 GMT
BARRY SEAMEN Many Barry seamen, during world war two, Lost their lives on colliers but hardly given due, Mostly served as firemen down the engine room, Along with hardy stokers and trimmers in the gloom. In dungarees and singlet they toiled there in the heat, Well below the waterline to a rolling beat, They did not have much prospect, working there below, When a U-boat shot his tin-fish and set the ship aglow. If perhaps they made it and scrambled up on deck, Wearing gear I mentioned and sweat rag round the neck, They faced the cold Atlantic, storms, or raging fires, Perchance to gain a lifeboat afore the ship expires. Even then, against the odds, if rescue’s carried out, Pay was stopped without delay leaving kin with now`t, They were unsung heroes and defence was mighty thin, Waiting for a big bang, and plates to crumple in. Per head of population Barry lost the most, Of hardy merchant seamen from around our coast, In Holton Road a monument, stands for all to see, A tribute to those brave men who sailed to keep us free. LINK
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