Celebrating ARNO’s Centenary in 100 Words – Contributions from Our Members

Seize the Day

ARNO surely merits a motto after a century of service on behalf of we that go down to the sea in ships.

I consult my lockdown mate.  What does ARNO mean to her?  Oh, history, legacy, friendship, memories, support, champagne.

How about Animo et Fide?  Courage and Faith?

No.

I reflect that we arrive in this world with nothing, we leave with nothing.  It’s the adventurous bit in between that’s up to us – spend your life writing your obituary.

Carpe Diem then, that’s it.  Seize the day.

Thank you ARNO, and here’s to the next 100 years.

From Commander John Lane OBE

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At Sea

We are all at sea.

We are all about the sea.

Some run away to sail the seven seas.

Big ships.

Small ships.

Submarines.

Underway. Miles of water.

Nautical miles of water.

White horses. Huge swells.

Battered by storms.

Shudder up the waves. Shudder down.

Every bolt and rivet stressed.

The whole crew straining.

Sinews taught. Muscles cramped.

Fighting the sea.

Praying for calm.

Needing the shore. Foreign shore.

Exhilarating. Bars. Girls. Drinks.

Noise. Music. Happy sounds.

A siren call that lifts your spirits.

Back on the street. Minus money.

Back to ship. Crash.

Back to sea.

No explanation.

No regrets.

By Lieutenant Commander Mick Monaghan MBE

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A Dinner Party at the Embassy 

In 1967 HM ships Arethusa and Lynx paid a visit to Rio. A ball was planned, but regrettably the President of Brazil died beforehand. The British Ambassador invited the ships’ officers to an embassy dinner instead. The trouble started with the sweet; a meringue bombe with cream, strawberries and crowned with an eggshell of burning brandy. At the Ambassador’s end, people helped themselves from the bottom: the column fell and brandy set alight the waiter’s jacket. Our Captain beat out the flames. At Mrs Ambassador’s end, it collapsed and a six-foot flame shot down the table. Rio was a great run-ashore!

Commander Simon Fraser

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memories

when I was a young man wanting to see

just what the world had waiting for me

I joined the navy and travelled afar

enjoying the life of a jolly jack tar

meeting people and seeing the sights

sampling a world of many delights

of curious customs and a variety of gods

unusual lifestyles sometimes at odds

with mores acquired when I was a lad

some were quite strange, few of them bad

now I am older, unable to roam

happily settled, living quietly at home

recollecting images and memories galore

sustaining my life on the Lee shore.

Peter Smith

“You’ll Never Walk Alone” …

… A new park bench plaque along by the River Thames, commemorating a member of the London Fire Brigade, who lost his life at Hillsborough.

Having concluded that one mostly walks alone in life, and that companions join one now and again and different paths are followed (as in Robert Frost’s poem), one is pleased that one has the odd good friend left, whom one may not have seen for years. (As a fellow Wren once said, “We may not have seen one another for a long time, however one just takes up where one left off.”)

Christine Pike (2/O WRNS retired)

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Benevolence

Coming to the end of a 28 year career having started as a student nurse at RNH Haslar I am now privileged to be retiring as a Commander, able to support ARNO and RNOC in its benevolence work.

We can all make our daily lives about benevolence as it simply means “a kind act or gift” or “doing kind things for others”.  This is as simple as sending a card or letter or making a phone call to brighten someone’s day.  Offering to help with a neighbours shopping or their garden if they cannot manage on their own.

What’s your act of benevolence today?

Commander Kay Hallsworth

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What Were You Doing 38 Years Ago?

There was I, less than four months out of Dartmouth as a Probationary Third Officer WRNS, sweating away at circuit training in HMS Daedalus’s gym, trying to keep up that hard-won fitness level (not to mention weight loss), when my Petty Officer came up and tapped me on the shoulder. PO: “Can you come back to office now, please, Ma’am?” Me (in disgruntled voice): “Can’t you see I’m busy? What’s so urgent?” PO: “We have to find 10 men to go on the QEII tomorrow to sail to the Falkland Islands.” Needless to say, I haven’t been circuit training since!

Susan Lacey

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Wannabee Aviator

Keen to fly I volunteered when the Fleet Air Arm selection board came to Dartmouth in 1957. After reviewing my flying log and general questions the Chairman confirmed that in their view, I would make a good candidate for the Fleet Air Arm. He asked the board members if they had any other further questions and a Lieutenant asked me why I came in dressing gown and slippers whilst the others were in no 5’s. I replied I was recuperating in sickbay from concussion – rugby – and my kit was in my cabin. Silence fell – I never made it.

Commander David Price

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Oceans, lotions and adventures inbound

Schoolboy heads to London. Plans of adventure and caring for those that serve. Chatted to all three; chose the best, signed on as a scab lifter. Raleigh complete, a new hair cut received; heading off to learn my new trade. Years flew by serving the green and the blue. Discovered my place on the high seas, travelling the oceans from home to the southern snows. A Chief I became but with ambitious intent. I pass the board and a new stripe was sewn. Time flies by with a beautiful family in tow – my thanks RN, I have found my home.

Lieutenant Commander Mark Stent

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HMS ARNO

It was interesting to see ARNO’s bell pictured in the Yearbook 2020, but of course she lived and died before the Association was founded. I became acquainted with her story when I was NA Rome in the mid-80s: the Italian Navy knows all about her, and proudly tells you that she is the only foreign-built warship every purchased by the Royal Navy.

She was being built in the Ansaldo yard in Genoa for the Portuguese Navy when the R.N. took her on, presumably to help make up for an acute shortage of escorts in the Med. She was of course named ARNO after the river on which Florence stands. She was lost in collision in the eastern Med in March 1918.

Captain Richard Channon

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Hirsute Hero

In 1953, when Navigator of H.M.S/M. Trenchant, I grew a beard to the scorn of the Wardroom. The following year we visited Bizerta in Tunisia, still under French rule, and the program included a soccer match against the local garrison.

The Captain and wardroom led the spectators, not that it did much good against the fit soldiery. Afterwards the officers were made Honorary Poilus of Le Quatrieme Regiment des Zouaves. We lined up and the General presented our badges kissing each recipient on both cheeks. I just received a formal handshake.

The Wardroom respected my beard thereafter!

W Hugh Reynolds, Lt Cdr

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Unofficial

The majestic, brooding, Edinburgh castle. Pre-tattoo dinner, sitting on the hostess’s right hand – two down from her husband the General – Commanding.  He briefed me beforehand that his lovely wife is deaf but refuses help.  The  hubbub increases as the evening develops and conversation with my hostess is increasingly difficult.  I marvel at their youthful appearance and comment on the same.  I ask “what is your secret”?  Mine hostess, in a voice which could only be described as “proudly booming” stops the whole table’s conversation dead!  “Sex!  Plenty of Sex”!  The OC smiled weakly with a rather red but happy flush!

Bob Love, Rear Admiral (Rtd)

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In response to the tale of the Salvage Money for the Malika

Newly married to a WRNS officer we were grateful to serve in HMS Drake together. Being under 25 we could not afford a washing machine, but TLs had provided an alternative. When on duty, my wife did our ‘dhobeying’ in the WRNS wardroom machine and thence to their drying room. All went smoothly till a surprise ‘rounds’ by the Chief Officer who, apparently, needed smelling salts on discovering gentleman’s underpants in the Lady Officers’ quarters. The tale generated much humour amongst the male officers – from the Commodore down.

Commander Mike Peters

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Life goes on as normal – Belfast 1981

West Belfast 1981. Hunger strikes; riots; shootings; bombings: mayhem.  Patrolling; watching; waiting; listening; vigilance: always on edge, ready for instant action and reaction.  Suddenly, yet again, sound of smashing glass nearby. Everyone takes cover and looks for source. No one hit: no sign of bottle.  Then someone notices a nearby broken window.  Protective mesh on outside, but broken glass inside: gin bottle resting on inside window ledge. Hand reaches from inside room. Retrieves gin bottle. Good to be reminded that everyday domestic life in Belfast continues as normal.

Brigadier Ian Gardiner

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View from a Woodland Cabin

Many people like to have a view of the sea because of the constant changes mainly due to variations in wind and light. But the woodland changes too. The seasons make a difference, but so too does the wind. We have a north easterly today which makes the trees and leaves look very different from the usual south westerly. North easterlies can often cause damage to trees as well; my fingers are crossed! Instead of ships we have wildlife; as well as noisy and pretty birds, squirrels and foxes provide entertainment, as do the neighbours’ hens particularly if they escape.

Commander David Griffiths

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Greenies Vs Droggies

Survey ship at sea surveying.  After re-starting the echo sounder it rotates clockwise instead of anti-clockwise, shreds the paper and bends the stylus.  Change the stylus, re-set the paper – start again. Same thing happens. Call the WEO. Scratching of heads, long screwdrivers and pusser’s torches. The sounder refuses to rotate correctly. Captain mightily frustrated at the lack of surveying progress suggests the fuse is in the wrong way round. WEO diplomatically instructs the fuse be turned round.  “See” says the CO as the stylus rotates correctly and produces a good trace, “I told you the fuse was in wrong.”

Lieutenant Commander John Partington

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The Last Imperial

The Admiralty decided to end the Imperial era of ‘schoolboy’ entry into the officer cadre with the last entry in January 1955. I failed the entrance exam in June 1954 but passed the exam in October. The interview in Dartmouth was in November. Commander Aylan – the Engineer – noted I was already a county player and offered me an 8-year ‘contract’ to play representative rugby if I changed my selection from X to E – I did. There were six final successful candidates of this supplementary final tranche – I was the very last of the last of the Darts!

Commander David Price

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Near Miss

Final commission. Conducting Sea Slug missile firing jettison trial without radar guidance beam to replicate action in event of major onboard fire. First missile prepped for firing; launched; ballistic profile; ditched a few miles off port beam. Second missile launched un-prepped; shot skywards; ditched a couple of miles to port. Urgent cry from Gunnery Direction Platform: “Missile re-emerged and heading towards ship!”. OOW takes evasive action; Captain and Admiral on bridge wing observing incoming missile with bated breath! Ship under attack from own missile with no command override! Missile runs out of fuel and ditches a few cables away. Relief!!!

Commander Ian Crabtree

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Painful Choice

January 55 – first week in Dartmouth – the ‘seniors’ arrive. Chaos in the chest flat as clique leaders seek new members. I only opted for boxing as you did half hour’s training and the rest of the afternoon on your bunk. Three weeks later last College match against Downside. First and second-string middleweight members fall sick so I am selected. My opponent was Salmon who had reputedly reached the finals of the junior ABA competition! First fight, the first punch – pain – surprised me but I hung on for three rounds. Collected my colours next day with a beautiful shiner.

Commander David Price

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Gender Divisions

I claim to be the first officer to mix men and women in a marching platoon. In the early 1980’s the team in the education centre, HMS DRAKE,  was teaching a range of O levels and A level Maths and Physics. We had enough bodies for three platoons at division. So we had a platoon of male sailors, one of marines and one of sailors and Wrens Gunnery Officer said it was impossible! How much better to use all our talent. Many of those sailors, wrens and royals are now members. (At the time I was Senior Instructor Officer.)

Lieutenant Commander Chris Smith

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Flying Visit

“We need an Officer to accompany the Careers Teachers on a visit to HMS Ark Royal at sea; the male RN Officer is off sick. Would you like to go?” Does a bear ….. ?!!
Flying suit and helmet – one size fits all! Helicopter flight from Lossiemouth. Weird feeling landing on whilst ship moving. The only female on board so allocated the Admiral’s cabin. Watching Phantoms taking off –“Could I sit in the rear seat for a flight?”
Answer: “No, you’re a woman and might panic”!! But this was the 1970s. A few years later – asked to train as a helicopter pilot!

Second Officer Janet Moyse

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View from a Scratch

HMS INVINCIBLE. November 1982. Wellington NZ. New secretary joins. Spot of jet lag. Programme in disarray. Ship needs repair. Something about nuclear weapons.  Can neither confirm nor deny!  No one will have us. Signals flying in from UK at 0200.  Then a WEM complains to the Daily Star about duties at a CTP.  Front page news. Captain apparently a “sprig of the aristocracy”. Understandably doesn’t go down well – Captain not v happy.  More signals in the early hours. Now two weeks in the job – thinks, they never mentioned anything about this in the secretarial simulator!

Commander Bob Grainger

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Carry On Platoon Commanders

My first job as an Officer was Defiance 87. Divisions were programmed and I attended the brief albeit very few Engineers did. The Captain had told me I would be presented with my LS&GC medal. Divisions day, I marched my platoon on, presented them for inspection and marched smartly out to the side of the dais. Three minutes later another Officer came out towards me. What are you doing here Ken, muttered the Engineer, I told him, his response cannot be repeated. Three more followed – I’d never met so many Officers who swore on divisions!!

Commander Ken Aitken

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