TRAPPED MEMORIES 1958 … JUNE 24TH, 2014
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Memories trapped in Halifax in nineteen fifty eight,
RCN matlo living on a ship docked inside the dockyard gate,
Waiting for tot time and up-spirits at eleven forty five,
Had to mix his rum and drink it right there in order to thrive.
Of course you can't remember that; you weren't even there,
On Barrington Street or Gottingen Street, navy uniform debonair,
Add HMCS Stadacona where we marched on the parade square,
Marching up and down -- not public -- an RCN affair.
In 1972, I hear the RCN completely stopped that grog,
For those slightly alcoholic, not even a hair of the dog,
So much for those great navy traditions and their effect,
Changes impounded by the righteous politically correct.
JUNE 24TH, 2014
