Falmouth

He's a disgrace to the Red Duster someone said: don't say anything or he will slash you, he warned, puking over you like a sea of spray upon a proud rock or to stab you with a marlin spike as if splicing a wire rope: doubting which he would do this was certainly true. One in four, one in four Casualty rate, a quarter of all The seaman hunched over supported by sone under bone, he was rhythmically sick, wrenching a regular as the waves, waves, as uniform as a River Dart steamer's pistons in Devon, as he swayed in the breeze like the British blood Red Duster. One in four, one in four Casualty rate, a quarter of all Until Putin yesterday - until today no British Arctic medal Britannia just swabbed her salty tears away with ol' Red Duster anger now being assuaged as 'Justice' sails into the haven of heaven with Mercantile Men a decade or so ago yet their families' pride will remember One in four, one in four Casualty rate, a quarter of all Some under the Red Duster were so foreign too whether Chines or Muslims remember them too if on the frostbite convoys they sailed too, then medals for them or their families too defeating the evil of Fascism One in four, one in four, Casualty rsate, a quarter of all Remember, remember this day, twenty-six of February 2013 as 'Justice' had her day in the Court of Humanity for the One in four, one infour, Casualty rate, a quarter of all!