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Director of Technology

Sonder Agency


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Freelance


Regular Drummer

The Rolling Stones


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The Envoy Group


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LST & Landing Craft Association

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Sing This Song Together A to D

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Tony Chapman
TONY CHAPMAN Along with Mike Avory and Carlo Little, Tony Chapman was a drummer the Stones used in their first year of existence, before they got a hold of Charlie permanently. When the Stones first recorded demos at a studio in London in October 1962, Chapman was the drummer. Chapman was eventually fired by the Stones because they didn't find him good enough, but Bill Wyman, as we all know, decided to stay. Some songs that Wyman and Chapman apparently wrote together and were recorded by Chapman and other people in the mid-60s were recently released (1999) as The Rare Recordings of Moon Train, produced by Bill. Chapman then formed The Herd with Steve Carroll. One day we picked up a drummer called Tony Chapman who was our first regular drummer. Terrible. One of the worst... cat would start a number and end up either four times as fast as he started it or three times as slow.


D-Day Poetry - Normandy Allies

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Tony Chapman, an associate member of the LST and Landing Craft Association, shared some of his moving poems about D-Day with us.
We are pleased to be able to share these with you. Tony’s inspiring words remind us of the terrible cost associated with Operation OVERLORD. Thanks Tony for making these available. Poetry by Tony […] Tony Chapman, an associate member of the LST and Landing Craft Association, shared some of his moving poems about D-Day with us. We are pleased to be able to share these with you. Tony’s inspiring words remind us of the terrible cost associated with Operation OVERLORD. Thanks Tony for making these available. Poetry by Tony Chapman Associate member of the LST and Landing Craft Association. All copy and content herein is copyright February 2002. No part of the content herein is to be copied or transmitted without prior permission from it's author. Contact: Tony Chapman: 148 Station Road, Wigston Magna, Leicester. England. LE18 2DL a.chapman11@ntlworld.com Dedicated to the men of D-Day in Normandy June 6th 1944. Never again A dawn will see Those ships that day Off Normandy. At Dawning On June the 5th of ’44 The armada it did sail Determined that whatever The landings would not fail Five thousand ships or more they say Were underway that day Destination Normandy A hundred miles away Before they left.... a quiet time For men to kneel ...and pray From all along the coast that day The landing craft moved out Never... in the mind's of men Was victory.... in doubt In line astern they made their way The the northern coast of France The gunners on the craft that day To the sky did often glance For fear the German Luftwaffe Might happen by perchance In the early hours of June the 6th The landing ships arrived Twelve miles off they stood that morn Waiting........for the dawn While out at sea, the LCT Advanced ....though heavy laden Churchills, Shermans, Centaurs too Each craft it's awesome burden The sea swell grew, the wind it blew And craft began to founder Men in the sea, shouting a plea All of them ignored The CO’s of the craft assigned Were acting under orders Make for the beach.... whate'er the cost Do not pick up survivors The rescue boats will pick them up Don’t worry... they’ll be fine The soldier... in the water sir Please stop....he's a friend of mine From line astern to line abreast The landing craft stood in While at the rear, bombarding ships Sent shells a whistling in. From twelve miles off the boats filled up With troops to storm the beaches They circled once…they circled twice This time lads.....came the cry AWAY ALL BOATS.....ALL BOATS AWAY God speed..... and don't delay Keep your head’s down .... soldier boys At last.....we're on our way And so they went... that distant dawn That dull ...and windswept morn Craft were tossed and men were lost With many....seasick too Soldiers couldn’t wait For the beach to be in view To hit the beach then ... run like hell Avoiding shot and shell Was to them... far preferable To that remorseless churning swell On they sped those LCA’s In the morning mist While out to port and starboard Other craft were seen to list Amid the shouts and noise and din The assaulting troops went in This was D-Day....Normandy.....a battle, to begin. To Sword beach out at Ouistreham The British 3rd Division dashed 8th Brigade were first ashore With the beach by bullets lashed Canadian 3rd to Juno beach Where amid the waves they splashed 7th, 8th.....then 9th Brigade Through obstructions crashed. The Hampshire's and the Dorset's Went to Gold at Le Hamel Jig Green, Jig Red... the beaches Crossing them... was hell On their left...at La Riviere 69th Brigade did well. Present in support that day The landing craft assigned Each craft with a task For which they’d been designed Royal Marines with Centaur tanks Went off LCT(A)’s Squatting... at the water's edge Gun howtizers did blaze LCT(R)’s with rockets And a few LCT(CB)’s With tanks to silence pill-boxes Concrete Busters these. To each beach a squadron Comprising LCT’s Battle ensigns... raised aloft Snapping... in the breeze At Courseulles...it was K Squadron Beaches Mike Red and Nan Green Struben's men with four flotillas Present at the scene. N Squadron ...at Bernieres And St Aubin that day To beaches Nan White and Nan Red Arbuthnot led the way. To the east on Sword beach E Squadron stood four square Watched by Commander Sellars The squadron officer there Queen Red, Queen White the beaches Which many... never made Cut down.... on their arrival Those men......of 8th Brigade. To the west on Gold beach D Squadron stood their ground Squadron Officer Langley Commanding could be found Defenders on the beaches Viewed the ships and craft with awe All this... while on to the beaches The British troops did pour But those men were not untested Of sturdy stuff... were they They were the British 50th And they would not give way Into Le Hamel they went And to Les Rocquettes This would be a day That no man would forget. The Green Howard’s and East Yorkshire’s To the east at Ver sur Mer King Green, King Red, the code names For the landing beaches there The craft that took them in that day Those ships....without a name Bore but a simple number Too many to proclaim Many craft were hit that day And some indeed... were lost If men were killed...their shipmates Were left... to count the cost. All along the beaches Obstructions were in place Designed to halt the landing craft In their hell-bent race Commandos and Royal Engineers Strove to clear a path In order for the soldiers To make their headlong dash The longest run.. of their young lives For many...it was hell For there... upon the beach that day Young soldiers..... they fell Others.... in the water Swept away by the tidal swell. But onwards still those landing craft With troops and guns and tanks Making for the beaches To swell the growing ranks The LCT’s did rise and fall As into waves they crashed But having once.... attained the beach Down the ramps.... their cargo dashed. Two beaches not yet mentioned And they off to the west Defenders...on one that day Put Americans to the test The name it bore was Omaha Another landing beach The US 1st and 29th Assigned that day to breach Three sectors bore the code name Dog Their colours..White, Green, Red Many....on their way that day Were later...discharged dead. Withering fire.... cut through them Scything down.... those struggling men Many there....who fell that day Would never...rise again. Soldiers fell....within their craft Just as the ramps went down Others....in the water So heavily weighted down While struggling... to release their packs Were shelled…or shot…or drowned. For several hours on D-Day The landings there were stalled As troops... caught on the beaches For safety there…they crawled Engineers and soldiers Eventually...did pour Through gaps blown in the defensive wall By the awesome... Bangalore. To the east of Dog was Easy Two landing beaches there Easy Green and Easy Red Of fighting saw their share The remaining beach For men to reach Bore the name Fox Green. The final beach to mention Out there to the west Had two sectors assigned to it Tare Green and Uncle Red The planner's named it Utah Where the US 4th gave of their best. Initially..the landings Appeared quite unopposed Even as the landing craft Towards the beach they nosed Later waves they had it rough But the US 4th were tough They were off the beach quite rapidly So inland began to push Two hundred men died there that day LCT’s... were lost Landings unopposed.....? Not when you count the cost. Rudder's 2nd Rangers To Charlie sector..Pointe Du Hoc Assigned as all the others In the race against the clock Their LCA’s attained the beach Grappling hooks were fired Rudder.....there with them His Rangers.....inspired Their task to scale the cliffs that day German guns..to sweep away Sadly….so many….off the beach they did not stray Later waves they landed With the 29th on Dog From there... it was through Normandy On foot....they had to slog. June the 6th of ’44 Was the opening of the door Which would bring a final end To that terrible six years war The landings there on D-Day Were...so historians say The greatest ever mounted And will remain that way. Ten thousand men. ......did pay the price Not all....of course, were lost Wounded, dead and missing A terrible human cost Many there were wounded But have no scars to show The sights they saw... so terrible The memories...they can't let go. For them... it is not easy To speak of things they did The sights..the sounds..their memories They prefer to keep them hid So ask not of a veteran His memories recall For many.....even now Will never....speak at all Their memories...are theirs alone Of friends...and pals... they'd known. On that now distant summer morn June 6th of ’44 So many men they landed On that distant foreign shore Within minutes….even seconds So many….were no more For many months they’d worked and trained So each their part could play Tragically....for many It was the shortest…longest day In Normandy they landed It is there...that they remain They died that day for freedom But they did not complain In Hermanville and Ranville Bayeux and St Laurent Lie men whom we should honour Brave men... who knew the score So visit them when passing Stand with them there a while Yes…we must remember them Those men... who knew such trial A few quiet words..is all it takes To tell them how you feel When doing so.....remember To bow your head....and kneel. 47 Commando 47 Commando...were present on D-Day With the 50th...on to Gold beach Went their LCA The landing ships Victoria And Josephine Charlotte Carried 47...to that awful war torn plot Resistance met...at Le Hamel By the Hampshire's caused delay The fighting there...was fierce indeed And went on..through the day This unforeseen situation Had to be resolved The commandos..in their LCA’s To the eastwards...they hoved Landing close by Le Roquette They quickly stormed ashore The immediate requirement A foothold..to secure Once there..and established They carried out the plan Marching back...to the westward To take..Port en Bessin The march they made..that summer day Their objective...to secure Is written...into the history..of June 6th of ’44 The men of 47..who landed there that day Their ranks..now sadly thinning As with time..they march away But the memory..of what they did Our freedom...to secure Ensures their place..in history Both now....and evermore..!! A Silent Prayer For twenty hours..we’ve traveled Across.. this stormy sea With these tanks And these soldiers My shipmates..and me The waves are breaking o’er the bows Our tank deck..it’s awash Soldiers..they’re all saying Please God....just let us off....!!! They’re ill...and they are sea-sick I don’t envy them...their plight When the door goes down..at H-Hour It is then....they’ve got to fight..!! I’ll stand and watch..the tanks roll off The soldiers..close behind How many here...will make it..? Passes through my mind They’re only lads these soldiers A life...they’ve yet to live Some of them….this morning Their life....they’ll surely give This LCT....that we're all on She’ll be.... a target too.!!! As we hit the beach Amid bullet and shell She’ll doubtless...take a few That’s why Lord....we're all saying A silent prayer..........to you. Any Moment Now Any moment now The noise.....it will begin As bombarding ships and rocket ships Send their salvo’s whistling in Any moment now These landing craft will move Making for the beaches Defenders..... to remove Any moment now There will be many a silent prayer As these craft attain the beaches So close now.... see them there Any moment now Men and craft they will be hit It is then.....we’ll be required To show we have true grit Any moment now I will be watching comrades fall Be ready Lord.....above the noise Listen.....for my call I do not know.....if I will cope Please....stand by me...show me how I'm going to need you.....more than ever Any moment now Away They Go Away they go....those men and craft Cruising.........in line astern One...behind the other Some.....may not return Away they go...those men and craft Cruising......day and night Destination....Normandy Where they will be...at dawn’s first light Away they go.....those men and craft All..........with a quiet prayer That tomorrow Lord....in Normandy You....will be with them..there. Bunts For many years...we’d been great pals No truer friends...than we From early years Through schooldays It was always.......him and me In ’39 the war came We joined the navy then Thereafter...it was several years Before we met.....again One day...whilst in the harbour Aboard our LCT I heard a voice shout.....Wires...!! Over here.........it’s me....!! I turned to look,,,and there he stood My best pal......once again But now.....he was a Signalman Or Bunts......as they were known We sat and talked..for hours Fond memories....of home For many weeks thereafter We worked and trained all day Working-up..for Normandy And victory.....come what may Then came that day..of June the 5th Our flotilla.....underway Departing from Southampton Our craft...she made her way My mate Bunts....was on the bridge As we cruised.... in line astern Heading south....for Normandy How many....would return...? Our gunners...ever watchful Both through the day... and night The following morning ...June the 6th By the rays of dawn's first light We saw the landing beaches Now.........we had to fight I looked astern....towards the bridge My mate Bunts....was there Hands held high...and signalling His flags... cut the morning air Thereafter...we were busy Getting tanks and troops ashore The landings...they were awful Of that... you can be sure It was later...that I noticed Bunts missing....from the bridge A shell.. had passed straight through it Taking Bunts and our CO I oft now sit and wonder About that morning long ago And wonder... if Bunts Knew it was his time to go I would like to think My life-long pal Upon the bridge so high That in.... his final moments He signalled me.......Goodbye....!! Hold on to the Hold Hold on....to the hope lads That we see...this long day out Despite....if some around us Are wary....and full of doubt Hold on...to the hope lads That before...this day is through We'll be heading back...to England Still.........with our full crew Hold on...to the hope lads As the sun...begins to rise That tomorrow....at dawning We'll all....still be alive Hold on.....to the hope lads As we face....this dreadful morn That the good Lord...up in heaven Will not leave us.....hurt and torn Hold on..... to the hope lads That if we.... should die this day That the good Lord.....up in heaven Will carry us.......away I Remember It’s their faces.....I remember Men whose names....I can’t recall It was Bunts and Sparks and Wires Just nicknames...that’s all It’s their faces....I remember Their jokes, their smiles, their grins It’s their faces...I remember And that day....I saw them fall All I have...are nicknames Which do not help...at all As I stand........amongst these headstones Seeking names............I can’t recall....!!! I Stand Here Now I stand here now Amongst.... brave men With whom...I've stood before The last time.... when we landed On June 6th of ’44 Back then....we were all young men Eighteen...or little more Their lives...cut short...that morning On this distant...windswept shore I stand here now...and wonder What would they...have become Had they survived...that morning Their lives.....allowed full run One thing...I know...for certain Of which...there is...no doubt These brave young men My pals....from then Would….be old White haired....with wrinkled brow Just like me... As I stand here.....now If Only If only... I could see them My friends... who died here...that day Dear Lord...I would feel.....far better Than I do...standing here.....today. Keep Moving Keep moving lads.......keep moving Don't huddle....... on this beach Don't make yourselves a target For those guns up there to reach Keep moving lads.......keep moving There's the seawall....over there Keep moving lads...keep moving Don’t falter...or despair Don’t look.....at comrades falling Around you.....everywhere Keep moving lads...keep moving We can take this...on the chin Keep moving.....and keep praying Before those guns...they zero in. On This Bridge On this bridge....I stand looking At those troops..and tanks below And yes..........I’ll still be here When it’s time...for them to go We're getting closer..by the hour If they’re scared....it doesn’t show Watch them Lord...look after them Although you will...I know. We’re closer now.....I’m ready In front of us.....the beach There are men there....in the water Can’t stop....they’re out of reach They’re shouting.......and they’re pleading For us....to pull them in Close your ears....don’t listen Can’t hear...above this din Steady Coxswain.....straight ahead Stand ready.....at the door Gunners.....pick your targets As you have..so oft before Stand by to beach......get ready Winch party..........down door...!!! I’ll say a prayer....for all of you Will it never end....this war...? The tanks are off...and rolling Firing...as they go Soldiers fall..around them Can't look....don’t want to know I’ll never forget..this morning For as long....as I may live The sounds and sights..I witnessed While standing.......on this bridge. A Quiet Place It’s quiet here, so quiet Standing on this hill But if I stand here too much longer My eyes with tears will fill Looking down.......I’m there again On that beach......just down below Far different...to that morning That I remember so That beach.....it was a hell on earth Where no man.... should ever go I remember I was down there I should know Don’t cry now...dear old soldier That was many years ago The Coxswain There are forty of us waiting In this little LCA We sailors...and these soldiers We’re taking in today They came aboard our mother ship Now several days ago They’re growing very pale As the strain begins to show They’re only boys...the most of them Eighteen to twenty three For some of them.....tomorrow Is a day......they’ll never see. I can’t promise we’ll all make it lads But I’ll do my best...you’ll see I’ll remember you....you young soldiers This day....in Normandy God bless you lads....and keep you safe We’ll meet again....one day This is it then lads.....keep your heads down AWAY ALL BOATS.........AWAY The Visit Hello lads....it’s me again Called by...to see you all To remind you...of the old times That I often....now recall We were lads....remember...? That day....now years ago The passing years.. have aged me I’m ancient now ....I know My wife....is here with me My children...they’re here too They all...wanted to meet you As our friendship..we renew For you and I...were shipmates Proud members...of a crew Who landed here...on D-Day Precisely....when due But that was then..and this..is now So many years...between And now...we’re back together Amid this quiet ....tranquil scene Forgive me lads....if I just wipe These tears…from my ageing eyes I stand here now...just thinking Of what life could..have been For you..and I...were shipmates Proud members....of a crew Who landed here......on D-Day Precisely...........when due The shell that hit..to starboard It took you...all away And that.. is why...we are standing here Visiting you........today. Thirty Five Thirty five men...we carried To the beach....that distant day Off Llangibbey Castle Canadians.....were they We...were Royal Marines...557 LCA Thirty five men...we landed On the beach there At Courseulles They went off...with a spirit That would not..be denied Resistance met.....was fierce indeed For certain.....many died Even now....all these years later I think... of those brave...thirty five And oft times.....I still wonder How many.........survived....? This Beach This beach...could tell a story This beach...it would not lie Could we.....but only listen This beach....would make us cry http://normandyallies.org/the-poetry-of-tony-chapman/feed/


www.harlandmilitaryantiques.com

Tony Chapman - LST & Landing Craft Association writes: - "There were two flotillas of LCTs assigned (May 1944) to carry in the DD Shermans on to Gold Beach on the morning of 6th June 1944, the 15th (Mk3) LCT Flotilla of 'D' LCT Squadron were assigned to Assault Group G1, the craft assigned being LCTs 442, 466, 467, 468, 469, 470 and 476, with them, still 15th Flotilla, were the



Stanley Galik - LCI 35 - Ships Cook 2/c US Navy WWII - LCI 35 1944 - North Africa

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Additional information pertaining to the LCI (L) 35 landing at Sword Beach was initially provided by Tony Chapman, the official archivist for the British LCI and LCT Association.
The information below regarding the Sword Beach landings was provided by Tony Chapman and Richard Anderson. Tony indicated that they suffered "grievously" going ashore at Sword. Tony also indicated that the reserve British 9th Brigade of Assault Group S1 was the last assault group at Sword Beach. First Landing Shells are Popping Dad captioned the photo above "First Landing-Shells are Popping". Tony also raised an interesting point while providing information on the Sword Beach landings.


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