having a tot of pussers rum

[bob10]

Just broke open my porcelain bottle of " Nelsons Blood", rum from Guyana & Trinidad, labelled as Royal Naval Rum. Poured one for myself, one for my wife. Had it for some time, needed an occasion to crack it open. On the 2nd January, we have been married for 39 years. For the first 10 years of that, I was in the Navy. I was between Australia & Hawaii, when our first child was born. For most of that ten years, my wife carried the weight at home. I was mostly at sea. I have to say, she did a magnificent job, on her own, raising our children, at the time. [ the only reason I'm sharing this rum, BTW. :p] Our last child, our daughter, has graduated from the A.C.U., as a teacher. Starts in the new school year at Gayndah. Good enough reason to break the seal, I reckon. I'll share something with you, while I am coherent enough to do it.


Royal Navy Traditional toasts


Monday: our ships at sea
Tuesday: our men
Wednesday : ourselves[ as no one else is likely to concern themselves with our welfare
Thursday: a bloody War & quick promotion
Friday: A willing soul & sea room
Saturday: Sweethearts & wives, may they never meet
Sunday: Absent friends & those at sea.


But the standing toast that pleased the most was:


The wind that blows
the ship that goes
and the lass that loved a sailor.


I am fortunate to have such a lass. The drink we are sharing is called a Cuba Libre, taught to me by US Marine NCO's in the Marine NCO Bar, Subic Bay, during the Vietnam War. A shot of rum, twist of lime, then your choice , straight or with something, our something is coke. This is Bob, signing off, I will have a headache in the morning, Bob :D

[Ean Austral]

Just broke open my porcelain bottle of " Nelsons Blood", rum from Guyana & Trinidad, labelled as Royal Naval Rum. Poured one for myself, one for my wife. Had it for some time, needed an occasion to crack it open. On the 2nd January, we have been married for 39 years. For the first 10 years of that, I was in the Navy. I was between Australia & Hawaii, when our first child was born. For most of that ten years, my wife carried the weight at home. I was mostly at sea. I have to say, she did a magnificent job, on her own, raising our children, at the time. [ the only reason I'm sharing this rum, BTW. :p] Our last child, our daughter, has graduated from the A.C.U., as a teacher. Starts in the new school year at Gayndah. Good enough reason to break the seal, I reckon. I'll share something with you, while I am coherent enough to do it.


Royal Navy Traditional toasts


Monday: our ships at sea
Tuesday: our men
Wednesday : ourselves[ as no one else is likely to concern themselves with our welfare
Thursday: a bloody War & quick promotion
Friday: A willing soul & sea room
Saturday: Sweethearts & wives, may they never meet
Sunday: Absent friends & those at sea.


But the standing toast that pleased the most was:


The wind that blows
the ship that goes
and the lass that loved a sailor.


I am fortunate to have such a lass. The drink we are sharing is called a Cuba Libre, taught to me by US Marine NCO's in the Marine NCO Bar, Subic Bay, during the Vietnam War. A shot of rum, twist of lime, then your choice , straight or with something, our something is coke. This is Bob, signing off, I will have a headache in the morning, Bob :D


Ah Bob im hearing ya.


It so happens we have a bottle of Royal Navy Pussers rum on our bar , given to us by my father in law who is also a seafarer of what I believe to be the toughest breed.. an ex north sea trawlerman.. tough as nails.


Am looking forward to cracking it open, but was told in no uncertain terms its special occasion only drinking.


You story is very similar to mine and lucky for me I also found that special lass as you did.


Enjoy the occasion, and I am told the effects the morning after are far less than most other drinks. I will find out 1 day im sure.


Cheers and enjoy


Cheers Ean

[bob10]

Just something for the real heroes, the Merchant Marine Bob

Lest We Forget
Author Unknown
Sometimes when the bands are playing
And the uniforms march by
You will find a seaman watching
With a wistful-looking eye
And you know just what he's thinking
As he hears the cheering crowd
As the soldiers and the sailors
Swing along, erect and proud.
He is thinking that his country
Saves its honor once again
For the uniforms, forgetting
All the seas' forgotten men.
He is thinking of the armies
And the food and fighting tanks
That for every safe arrival
To the seamen owe their thanks.
He is thinking of those buddies
Who have paid the final score,
Not in khaki or in the Navy
But the working clothes they wore;
And we'd like to tell him something
That we think he may not know
A reminder he can stow away
Wherever he may go.
All your countrymen are proud of you
And though there's no brass band
Not a bugle or a banner
When the merchant seamen land,
We know just the job you're doing
In your worn-out work clothes
On the seas where death is lurking
And a fellow's courage shows.
So be sure to keep your chin up
When the uniforms parade
What a man wears doesn't matter
It's the stuff of which he's made.

[sdt463]

Enjoy tonight Bob let tomorow take care of its self.
Merry Chrismas Dave

[rocket scientist]

Just broke open my porcelain bottle of " Nelsons Blood", rum from Guyana & Trinidad, labelled as Royal Naval Rum. Poured one for myself, one for my wife. Had it for some time, needed an occasion to crack it open. On the 2nd January, we have been married for 39 years. For the first 10 years of that, I was in the Navy. I was between Australia & Hawaii, when our first child was born. For most of that ten years, my wife carried the weight at home. I was mostly at sea. I have to say, she did a magnificent job, on her own, raising our children, at the time. [ the only reason I'm sharing this rum, BTW. :p] Our last child, our daughter, has graduated from the A.C.U., as a teacher. Starts in the new school year at Gayndah. Good enough reason to break the seal, I reckon. I'll share something with you, while I am coherent enough to do it.


Royal Navy Traditional toasts


Monday: our ships at sea
Tuesday: our men
Wednesday : ourselves[ as no one else is likely to concern themselves with our welfare
Thursday: a bloody War & quick promotion
Friday: A willing soul & sea room
Saturday: Sweethearts & wives, may they never meet
Sunday: Absent friends & those at sea.


But the standing toast that pleased the most was:


The wind that blows
the ship that goes
and the lass that loved a sailor.


I am fortunate to have such a lass. The drink we are sharing is called a Cuba Libre, taught to me by US Marine NCO's in the Marine NCO Bar, Subic Bay, during the Vietnam War. A shot of rum, twist of lime, then your choice , straight or with something, our something is coke. This is Bob, signing off, I will have a headache in the morning, Bob :D

I'll drink to that.

I remember having a rum issue on a Kiwi ship in the early 80's, which was a novelty since we were getting beer issues.

Good women are hard to find. 28yrs and 4 kids later, I think the times away from home made for a stronger marriage!

Pete.

[jimr1]

Good on ya Bob , The best I can do is Captain Morgan , so I would like to raise my glass to you and your good lady , and wise you both a very merry Christmas , and all the best for the new year . cheers Jim :D:D..