It was Margaret Thatcher's War
The final blast for glory,
Reflecting on it I might have been in service,
For had a different hand been played
This might have been my story
And thinking of it still can make me nervous.
The Sheffield's superstructure
Was of aluminium
The idea was to make her strong and light,
The Exocet was inbound
Impacted and exploded
So hot it made the Sheffield's top ignite
H.M.S. Sheffield was struck
And set to furious burning,
She quickly was to sink beneath the sea.
I know that but for fortune
Had the influence been different,
Her grave would have been my destiny.
When I was a Sea Cadet
I went to Portsmouth Harbor
To do the Southern Area Boatwork Course.
My berth was on the Sheffield,
The refitted Battle Cruiser,
Whose Falkland-sinking caused me some remorse.
For had I joined the Navy,
A decision that's well as may be,
And had I been commissioned with a vote,
On where I might be serving,
You could bet a shilling
That I would have tried to complement that boat.
H.M.S. Sheffield was struck
And set to furious burning,
She quickly was to sink beneath the sea.
I know that but for fortune,
Had the influence been different,
Her grave would have been my destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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