Memories IV 'A Life on the Barrack Square,' Deal 1950-53 (Final)
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Epilogue

A few years after leaving the service, somewhat to my surprise I again became heavily involved with it - but this time only indirectly. A group of serving bandsmen - one of them commissioned - called at our house one day and brought me up to date on what had been happening to and with the RNSM Memorial Trumpets and Banners. It transpired that in the few years since their dedication, the banners (bearing the inscription R.N.S.M) had become worn out and in need of replacement. During that period the RM Band Service had undergone an 'enharmonic but highly significant change' from being known as the Royal Naval School of Music to Royal Marines School of Music and had recently come under the control of the redoubtable Vivian Dunn. It is quite understandable that someone who had had little connection with the original Royal Naval School of Music and now found himself in the position of musical head of the Royal Marines, should wish things to be (in his opinion) brought up to date. However, at the end of the war, all serving members of the RNSM had subscribed a day's pay towards the purchase of a War Memorial to the sacred Memory of all those bandsmen who had died during the recently suffered world war - and who had fought and died, under the emblem of the 'fouled anchor' of the old Royal Naval School of Music. It was now proposed that the dedicated and consecrated banners of the memorial fanfare trumpets, which formed an integral and extremely visible manifestation of that memorial, should be replaced and changed to read 'Royal Marines Band Service'.


(Above) The official photograph of the Ceremony of the 'Dedication of the Royal Naval School of Music War Memorial 1939- 45' It was held at the then home of the RNSM, Burford. Oxfordshire on the 1st June 1948

Front page of the Programme for the RNSM War Memorial Dedication Service The delegation who came to see me, were incensed at this proposed desecration and wanted me to help them to organise a protest against it. Understandably, as they were all still-serving members of the RMB they were not in a position to make a meaningful protest without its having overtones of mutiny. In addition, even when released on pension - they would still be liable for recall in the event of any further conflict (as in the case of the recent Korean war.) On the other hand, I was no longer under any sort of obligation to the 'authorities' and was also totally in agreement with what we all felt to be an outrage. I therefore became the figurehead of an orchestrated campaign which involved circularising all known ex-RNSM personnel (it's probably better I don't mention how we acquired their names and addresses), protesting directly to the Admiralty and to many other interested and influential personages such as ex-Commandants' General and the Chaplain of the Fleet.

The initial response from the Admiralty was, of course, an attempt at a 'brush-off', stating that it was only right that the replacement banners should be brought up-to-date. I replied by enquiring if in that case, due to the continuing economy-induced amalgamations and reorganisations occurring throughout the armed services, we could expect to see an army of stonemasons and demolition workers touring the country altering or demolishing every original stone war memorial in the country in order to represent the latest regimental affiliations and, if subsequent alterations were made, that they would be liable to still further alteration? There was a longer pause before the next reply and by then our 'round-robin' petition forms were returning home to nest, overwhelmingly objecting to the proposed change.

To cut a long story short, the Board of Admiralty finally decreed that the War Memorial trumpets and banners be 'laid up' in the Barracks Church at Deal. Which brings me to my last but by no means least concern about the RNSM War Memorial. During a visit made (now in the last century!) to the RM Museum at Eastney I discovered to my distress that the memorial trumpets and banners together with inscribed drums had, been lumped together with such items as 'tailors dummies' dressed as R.M's during the Falklands' Yomp', and were residing in a somewhat dusty display case. They had in fact, become just one more museum exhibit. I sincerely hope that this situation has changed and that the memorial (in its entirety) has now been housed in some cathedral or church, as have the laid-up banners and memorials of so many other branches of the armed services. Due to distance I don't have any more recent news of the memorial. I would also be most interested to know where the 'Book of Remembrance' that was so important an integral part of the War Memorial is now lodged?

I am aware that the church of St. Michael and All Angels at Deal no longer exists, but to my way of thinking, such treatment of a consecrated and dedicated memorial not only amounts to desecration and sacrilege, but is also an insult to the memory of the 224 of our RNSM comrades who died during the Second World War (a large proportion of a relatively small unit). Speaking only for myself, I would like to think that there are sufficient caring ex-RNSM bandsmen (particularly those living in Britain) who will, if still necessary, take up the cause and demand that a more fitting resting place for our War Memorial, be found.

Finally finally(!), I have much enjoyed delving back into my memories, aided by some sparse diaries and notes and I am most grateful to all those of you who have sent me encouraging comments, identifications of faces, useful suggestions and messages of appreciation. I hope that my efforts will encourage others to try their hand at sending in their particular memories; the world of the RMB, as seen from their own point of view. There are very many more interesting RMB stories out there than I have been able to relate. In particular I would also like to thank Richard Valentine for his encouragement with these articles and to wish him continuing success in keeping this vital and extremely professional web-site going. Finally, my best wishes to all RM (and RNSM) Bandsmen, past, present and future.

Don Flounders
Ex-RMBx 2175
Warragul.
Australia.

The author (with friend) enjoying a relaxing retirement before nipping out to put the steak and snags on the Barbie!

'IF' - (only)
(with humble apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

IF - you could with open mouth, say 'Ah', drop your pants and cough to order without farting, fainting or falling over,

IF - you were then judged medically fit and signed on for twelve without realising that meant starting to count from age 18

IF - you could spit and polish boots to see your face in and blanco helmets, pouches, belts and self - as a career

IF - you could hear the bugle call and know its meaning without ever being late for a parade,

IF - you could stand upright, with thumbs down seams of trousers without condemning every 'bootneck' to the block,

IF - you could stand the bullshit without your brain being baffled without a sneer on face or curse upon your lips,

IF - you could learn 'Corps History', Duke of York & Albany etc., without thinking that it's all a 'load of cods,'

IF - you could lay your kit out smartly when so ordered without a 'Globe and Laurel' in your shirts and vests,

IF - you could hold a trombone, sax, bassoon or cornet and carry, polish, wash, and even play it now and then,

IF - you could face the prospect of long service without so much as muttering 'Roll on my twelve'!

IF - you could think for yourself, despite a QR & AI against it without despairing and heading for the nearest bar,

IF - you could eat the food and yet go back for more without knowing what the cooks had used to water down the stew,

IF - you could go to sea and live upon a mess-deck without losing your eating irons into the buckets, gash,

IF - you could then manage, hardly flinching without those tools to eat your mince and mash,

IF - you could stand upon a deck in force eight winds without losing your hat whilst your band parts disappear,

IF - you could watch the RN shrinking day by day without concern that your band might be withering away,

IF - you then could mass with other bands ever louder to play without feeling nausea 'Hearts of Oak' and 'A Life on the Ocean Wave,'

IF - you could take your rum, plus 'sippers' from your mates without falling down or fighting all the band (again),

IF - you could find your music stand and place the parts upon it without standing on your cello or the bow,

IF - you could count your rests and close your eyes to ponder
without resuming three bars later than the rest,

IF - you could then manage to blame it on your neighbour
without attracting months in Cells, C.B. or death,

IF - you could then catch up by playing faster than the others
without then passing and getting there first,

IF - you could find a girl in every port of call and
without putting a port in every girl, get close,

IF - you could then woo and win the female of your choice
without returning back on board harbouring 'a dose,'

IF - you could finally retire to some romantic haven,
and name it 'Rose Cottage' without explaining to your spouse,

You'll be an authentic rotten bastard, totally qualified to serve - and
What is more, my son - you'll (have been) an (RM Bands)-Man!


Don Flounders

ex RMBx 2175
Euph and Cello.
1945 -1953