It was thick-o'-fog and a drizzle fell in Weymouth Bay one day last week. Quiet in the fog, whispering at anchor, lay scores of great grey ghostsBritain's reserve fleet, assembled from shipyards throughout the British Isles for royal review. The older salts were pointing and saying: "Remember?"
Remember the Cardiff? Nearly 21 years ago she steamed proudly (her nose was wet; she never learned how to take a header) up the broad Firth of Forth, with the Friedrich der Grosse and the other beaten Germans in her wakea wagging Welsh terrier leading a pack...
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