Contact : jclahane@soac.com Invitation to all SAOC members to join them.

(This being during working hours, parking and security arrangements are not in place,

therefore members are on their own for this occasion)

The Canadian submarine HMCS Chicoutimi arrives in its home port of Halifax, Nova Scotia, on Tuesday, Feb. 1, 2005, aboard the Norwegian sealift vessel M/V Eide Transporter. The submarine left Faslane, Scotland, on Jan. 13 on the deck of the Norwegian vessel.

 

HMCS Chicoutimi and its crew of 57 initially departed Faslane, on Oct. 4, 2004, en route to Halifax, when a fire occurred Oct. 5 in an electrical panel, leaving the sub powerless and without propulsion off the northwest coast of Ireland.

HMCS Chicoutimi was the last of four diesel electric submarines purchased for Canada's Navy and was accepted formally by the Canadian Forces from the British Ministry of Defence at an official ceremony held in Faslane Oct. 2, 2004.

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Dec 25, Merry Christmas to one and all "Webmaster"

This was copied from the "Submarine Wives Club on 15 Dec 1999” and well worth sharing again, thank you Unknown Author

A Submarine Poem for Christmas

 

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived in a crowd, In a 40 man berthing, with shipmates so loud. I had come down the Sail with presents to give, and to see just who in this rack did live. I looked all about, a strange sight did I see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stockings were hung, just poopy-suit close at hand, On the bulkhead hung pictures of far distant land. He had medals and badges and awards of all kinds, but one in particular seem to catch my eye. Why they were Dolphins, with a tiny submarine...

pinned on with pride, A sobering thought came into my mind. For this place was different, it was so dark and dreary, I had found the house of a Submarine Sailor once I could see clearly. The Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone, Curled up in his rack, dreaming of home. The face was so gentle, the berthing in such good order, Not how I pictured a Canadian Submarine Sailor. Was this the hero whom I saw on TV? Defending his country so we all could be free. I realized the families that I've seen this night, Owed their lives to these Submarine Sailors who were willing to fight. Soon 'round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a new Christmas Day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the

year, Because of the Sailor, like the one lying here. I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone, On a cold Christmas Eve on a sea, far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry. The Sailor awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa, don't cry, for this life is my choice.” Defend the seas this day, so others may rejoice. The Sailor rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours so silent, so still, and we both shivered from the night's cold chill. I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night, This Guardian of Honour, so willing to fight. Then the Sailor

rolled over and with a voice soft and pure, Whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's

Christmas Day, All is Secure!!"   

Author: Unknown