Hola a todos.
Lamento comunicaros a todos el fallecimiento de Thorkan, víctima de un desgraciado accidente de moto.
Hace poco más de un año, nuestro compañero el comandante Thorkan, José Vilariño, se presentó entre nosostros de esta manera:
Desde la Comandancia y el Staff de la 24 Flotilla, queremos rendirle homenaje. Por ello se le condecora a título póstumo con la Medalla de Oro de la 24 Flotilla.
Quiero trasnmitirle el pésame a su familia, a sus amigos y en especial a Aeguir, amigo personal suyo.
Aeguir, si te es posible y lo ves conveniente, haz llegar estas líneas a su familia.
Propongo que hoy en Helga se mantenga un minuto de silencio y se brinde en honor de nuestro compañero Thorkan.
"...descanse en paz y allá donde esté que siga en la vela de un uboot..."
Nuestro compañero Thorkan ha fallecido
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Nuestro compañero Thorkan ha fallecido
Última edición por Beltza el 05 Ene 2007 15:31, editado 1 vez en total.
Comandante en Jefe de la 24 Flotilla
¡Larga vida a la 24!
¡Larga vida a la 24!
::snif ::snif ::snif ::snif ::snif ::snif ::snif ::snif
Descansa en paz, compañero... Desde hoy, estarás en mi firma, para que no te olvide nadie.
Un abrazo.
Descansa en paz, compañero... Desde hoy, estarás en mi firma, para que no te olvide nadie.
Un abrazo.
Última edición por saat el 05 Ene 2007 14:01, editado 1 vez en total.
¡Larga vida a la 24!
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ON A SAILOR'S GRAVE, NO ROSES GROW, NO GRASS, NO STONE TO SHOW
THE RESTING PLACE THAT WILL ALWAYS BE, HIS BILLET IN THE SEA
THE SILENT SHARK STANDS WATCH, FOR ALL ETERNITY
SO LONELY HE WILL NEVER BE, IN THAT BILLET IN THE SEA
HE SALLIED FORTH WHILE YOUNG AT HEART TO SAIL UPON THE SEA
TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A MIGHTY SHIP, A MISTRESS THAT WILL ALWAYS BE
STRONG IN HIS HEART SHE TREATS HIM WELL,
AWAY FROM LAND THAT HE FINDS HELL
SO SHARE HIM WELL LASSIE, SOME THINGS JUST HAVE TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
FROM NORFOLK EAST TO HONG KONG WEST, THE OCEANS HE DID ROAM
ON TOP OF WAVES AND UNDERNEATH, HE ALWAYS FELT AT HOME
THE PLEASURES SOUGHT IN FAR OFF PARTS, WOULD MAKE SOME SALTY TALES
WITH "YOU SPEAK JOE" AND THE FEEL GOOD PITCH
AS THE LADIES MADE THEIR SALES
WHEN SAFE ON BOARD AND LEAVING HE KNEW IT HAD TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
WHILE ONCE ON SHORE, HIS PLACE OF BIRTH HE TRAVELED BACK TO SEE
HE FELL IN LOVE WITH A PRETTY LASS, HIS BRIDE SHE CAME TO BE
HE WANDERED HOW TO TELL HER WHILE SITTING AT THE PIER
HIS OTHER LOVE WAS WAITING, THE CRUISE TO LAST A YEAR
NO TEARS WERE SHED AS FAREWELLS WERE SAID, SHE KNEW IT HAD TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
AS YEARS WENT BY THEY LEARNED TO SHARE, A LIFE UNIQUE TO FEW
HE GAVE HIS ALL WHEN OUT TO SEA AND DID THE SAME ASHORE
SHE BECAME BOTH MOM AND POP, AND HAD TO LEARN MUCH MORE
TO FIX THE CAR, TO STOP THE LEAK, DON'T LET THE CHILDREN ROAM
FOR SUCH IT WAS THOSE LONELY DAYS WHEN HE WAS NOT AT HOME
THEY TRAVELED FAR WITH SUDDEN MOVES, BUT KNEW IT HAD TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
RETIREMENT YEARS HAD COME AND GONE, JUST ONE LAST CRUISE TO TAKE,
NO BAGS TO PACK, NO CIGARETTES, AND NO MORE PORTS TO MAKE
SO LOVED ONES SHED NO TEARS TODAY, THIS IS WHERE HE WANTS TO BE,
JUST FOREVER CRUISING THE WAVES, WAY DOWN BENEATH THE SEA
CAUSE
ON A SAILOR'S GRAVE, NO ROSES GROW, NO GRASS, NO STONE TO SHOW
THE RESTING PLACE THAT WILL ALWAYS BE HIS BILLET IN THE SEA
THE SILENT SHARK STANDS WATCH, FOR ALL ETERNITY
SO LONELY HE WILL NEVER BE, IN THAT BILLET IN THE SEA
(cantado por los marineros del Schwarnost mientras esperaban su rescate)
Sobre la limpia arena, en el tartesio llano
por donde acaba España y sigue el mar,
hay dos hombres que apoyan la cabeza en la mano,
uno duerme y el otro parece meditar.
El uno, en la mañana de tibia primavera,
junto a la mar tranquila,
ha puesto entre sus ojos y el mar que reverbera,
los párpados, que borran el mar en la pupila.
Y se ha dormido, y sueña con el pastor Proteo,
que sabe los rebaños del marino guardar;
y sueña que le llaman las hijas de Nereo,
y ha oído a los caballos de Poesidón hablar.
El otro mira el agua. Su pensamiento flota;
hijo del mar, navega -o se pone a volar-.
Su pensamiento tiene un vuelo de gaviota,
que ha visto un pez de plata en el agua saltar.
Y piensa: Es esta vida una ilusión marina
de un pescador que un día ya no puede pescar.
El soñador ha visto que el mar se le ilumina,
y sueña que es la muerte una ilusión del mar.
(Antonio Machado)
Descansa en paz
THE RESTING PLACE THAT WILL ALWAYS BE, HIS BILLET IN THE SEA
THE SILENT SHARK STANDS WATCH, FOR ALL ETERNITY
SO LONELY HE WILL NEVER BE, IN THAT BILLET IN THE SEA
HE SALLIED FORTH WHILE YOUNG AT HEART TO SAIL UPON THE SEA
TO FALL IN LOVE WITH A MIGHTY SHIP, A MISTRESS THAT WILL ALWAYS BE
STRONG IN HIS HEART SHE TREATS HIM WELL,
AWAY FROM LAND THAT HE FINDS HELL
SO SHARE HIM WELL LASSIE, SOME THINGS JUST HAVE TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
FROM NORFOLK EAST TO HONG KONG WEST, THE OCEANS HE DID ROAM
ON TOP OF WAVES AND UNDERNEATH, HE ALWAYS FELT AT HOME
THE PLEASURES SOUGHT IN FAR OFF PARTS, WOULD MAKE SOME SALTY TALES
WITH "YOU SPEAK JOE" AND THE FEEL GOOD PITCH
AS THE LADIES MADE THEIR SALES
WHEN SAFE ON BOARD AND LEAVING HE KNEW IT HAD TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
WHILE ONCE ON SHORE, HIS PLACE OF BIRTH HE TRAVELED BACK TO SEE
HE FELL IN LOVE WITH A PRETTY LASS, HIS BRIDE SHE CAME TO BE
HE WANDERED HOW TO TELL HER WHILE SITTING AT THE PIER
HIS OTHER LOVE WAS WAITING, THE CRUISE TO LAST A YEAR
NO TEARS WERE SHED AS FAREWELLS WERE SAID, SHE KNEW IT HAD TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
AS YEARS WENT BY THEY LEARNED TO SHARE, A LIFE UNIQUE TO FEW
HE GAVE HIS ALL WHEN OUT TO SEA AND DID THE SAME ASHORE
SHE BECAME BOTH MOM AND POP, AND HAD TO LEARN MUCH MORE
TO FIX THE CAR, TO STOP THE LEAK, DON'T LET THE CHILDREN ROAM
FOR SUCH IT WAS THOSE LONELY DAYS WHEN HE WAS NOT AT HOME
THEY TRAVELED FAR WITH SUDDEN MOVES, BUT KNEW IT HAD TO BE
"A SAILOR'S PLACE IS ON HIS SHIP, AND THE SHIP MUST SAIL THE SEA"
RETIREMENT YEARS HAD COME AND GONE, JUST ONE LAST CRUISE TO TAKE,
NO BAGS TO PACK, NO CIGARETTES, AND NO MORE PORTS TO MAKE
SO LOVED ONES SHED NO TEARS TODAY, THIS IS WHERE HE WANTS TO BE,
JUST FOREVER CRUISING THE WAVES, WAY DOWN BENEATH THE SEA
CAUSE
ON A SAILOR'S GRAVE, NO ROSES GROW, NO GRASS, NO STONE TO SHOW
THE RESTING PLACE THAT WILL ALWAYS BE HIS BILLET IN THE SEA
THE SILENT SHARK STANDS WATCH, FOR ALL ETERNITY
SO LONELY HE WILL NEVER BE, IN THAT BILLET IN THE SEA
(cantado por los marineros del Schwarnost mientras esperaban su rescate)
Sobre la limpia arena, en el tartesio llano
por donde acaba España y sigue el mar,
hay dos hombres que apoyan la cabeza en la mano,
uno duerme y el otro parece meditar.
El uno, en la mañana de tibia primavera,
junto a la mar tranquila,
ha puesto entre sus ojos y el mar que reverbera,
los párpados, que borran el mar en la pupila.
Y se ha dormido, y sueña con el pastor Proteo,
que sabe los rebaños del marino guardar;
y sueña que le llaman las hijas de Nereo,
y ha oído a los caballos de Poesidón hablar.
El otro mira el agua. Su pensamiento flota;
hijo del mar, navega -o se pone a volar-.
Su pensamiento tiene un vuelo de gaviota,
que ha visto un pez de plata en el agua saltar.
Y piensa: Es esta vida una ilusión marina
de un pescador que un día ya no puede pescar.
El soñador ha visto que el mar se le ilumina,
y sueña que es la muerte una ilusión del mar.
(Antonio Machado)
Descansa en paz
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Cuando navegueis esta noche bajo el limpio cielo, mirad arriba.
Vereis una estrella que antes no estaba, allí está nuestro amigo, mirandonos.
Descansa en paz, no te olvidamos.
Vereis una estrella que antes no estaba, allí está nuestro amigo, mirandonos.
Descansa en paz, no te olvidamos.
"Ninguna gilipollez es respetable. Lo unico respetable es el derecho de cada cual a expresar cualquier gilipollez. Tan respetable como, acto seguido, el derecho de los otros a llamarlo gilipollas."
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¡Descansa en paz!....y mis condolencias a todos sus familiares y amigos.
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Si hago una buena obra, me siento bien; y si obro mal, me encuentro mal: Esta es
mi religión. (A.Lincoln)...¡Vivir y dejar vivir: Esta es mi política!
Que sigas disfrutando eternamente de tus aficiones alli donde ahora te encuentres. D.E.P camarada Thorkan , te recordaremos los que por aqui hemos quedado a la espera de reunirnos todos bajo un mismo credo, mi tripulacion y yo formados en cubierta te hacemos los honores, un abrazo para tu familia desde la 24 flotilla Geweih.