Duty Poem by Tom Allport

Drinking, singing, dancing with jolly expectations
Celebrating the old guard and intoxicated to the gills
Speeches of glorious proportions with happy farewells
Then youthful exuberance and now with to much pop
Sends spirits and expectations high with all present and correct
With a previous story of victorious escapades and plenty of good hunting.
Although, the accommodation is tight
With not much room to write
Everything is well oiled for the children's crusade
Share a bunk as well as almost everything else
When duty calls and the hierarchy expects
A call goes out... Action Stations
Move, Move your not on a cruise
Dive, Dive if you want to survive
Remember practice makes perfect so down we go
Deep down way below with pressure increases
We jump at every sound and our hearts pound
This is real... This is now... This is our duty