Thank God for Submariners

Here's something from the Royal Navy that any Submariner might appreciate:

In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God, and all else was darkness and void without form. So God created the heavens and the earth. He created the sun and the moon and the stars, so that the light might pierce the darkness. And the earth, God divided between the land and the sea, and these He filled with many assorted creatures.

And the dark, slimy salty creatures that inhabited the seashore, God called ROYAL MARINES, and dressed them accordingly, and the flighty creatures of the air, he called AIRY FAIRIES, and these he clothed in uniforms which were ruffled and foul.

And the lower creatures of the sea, God called SKIMMERS, and with a twinkle in his eye and a sense of humour that only He could have, God gave them big grey targets on which to go to sea. He gave them many splendid uniforms to wear. He gave them many wonderful and exotic places to visit. He gave them pen and paper so they could write home every week, and he gave them make-and-mends at sea, and he gave them a laundry to keep their splendid uniforms clean. (When you're God, you tend to get carried away).

And on the seventh day, as you know, God rested, and on the eighth day at 0700, God looked down upon the earth and was not happy. So he thought about his labours and, in His infinite wisdom, God created a divine creature and this He called a SUBMARINER. And these SUBMARINERS, whom God created in his own image, were to be of the deep, and to them He gave a white wooly jumper and black steel messengers of death to roam the depths of the sea, waging war against the forces of Satan and evil. He gave them hotels to live in when they were weary from doing God's will. He gave them subsistence allowance so they might entertain the ladies on Saturday nights and impress the hell out of the creatures call SKIMMERS.

And at the end of the eighth day, God looked down upon the earth and saw all was good, but God was not happy because, in the course of his labours, He had forgotten one thing. He did not have a white wooly jumper. But He thought about it, and thought more about it, and finally satisfied Himself, knowing that NOT JUST ANYBODY CAN BE A SUBMARINER.