Commando’s a sailing from the Citadel walls
With the wind in their sails and the sun on their backs
They leave behind the safety of the shore
And venture into the unknown, to explore
Their eyes are sharp and their hearts are brave
As they navigate the waves and ride the ocean’s wave
Their hands grip the ropes; their feet firmly stand
Ready to conquer whatever lies ahead
The horizon calls to them, a distant dream
An endless expanse of blue, where secrets gleam
They sail with purpose, with courage and might
Guided by the stars and the moon’s gentle light
They are warriors of the sea, fearless and strong
Bound by a bond that will carry them along
Through peril and trial, they will weather the storm
For they are Commando’s, born to perform
As they set sail from the Citadel walls
Let us wish them fair winds and safe harbours for all
May their journey be filled with wonder and awe
As they chart their course and conquer the shore
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
Commando’s a sailing from the Citadel walls
With the wind in their sails and the sun on their backs
They leave behind the safety of the shore
And venture into the unknown, to explore
Their eyes are sharp and their hearts are brave
As they navigate the waves and ride the ocean’s wave
Their hands grip the ropes; their feet firmly stand
Ready to conquer whatever lies ahead
The horizon calls to them, a distant dream
An endless expanse of blue, where secrets gleam
They sail with purpose, with courage and might
Guided by the stars and the moon’s gentle light
They are warriors of the sea, fearless and strong
Bound by a bond that will carry them along
Through peril and trial, they will weather the storm
For they are Commando’s, born to perform
As they set sail from the Citadel walls
Let us wish them fair winds and safe harbours for all
May their journey be filled with wonder and awe
As they chart their course and conquer the shore
This poem comes from my days abseiling off the Plymouth Citadel walls, home of the Commando Gunners. Jumping from walls, cliffs, mountains, or even helicopters, you sail freely through the air for a moment flying. Its a rush you never forget, a mix of fear, skill, and pure adrenaline that stays with you long after your boots hit the ground.
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