1983 on honeymoon in Wales we stopped at a small country church after we had looked around inside we noticed a long row of stark new graves. as we walked along them tears flowed 18, 19, 20, 21 years old all had been on the Sir Galahad. Young lives extinguished on both sides mothers and sweethearts once again left weeping for the one who would never return. And many a family left to shed bitter tears over those who made it back never the same as the young man who walked out your door. So many damaged and broken lives so many tears.