Admiral Sir John Forster "Sandy" Woodward GBE KCB (1 May 1932 – 4 August 2013) was a British admiral who commanded the British Naval Task Force in the South Atlantic during the Falklands War.
Woodward was born on 1 May 1932 at Penzance, Cornwall, to a bank clerk. He was educated at Stubbington House School, preparatory school in Stubbington, Hampshire. He then continued his education at the Britannia Royal Naval College in Dartmouth, Devon. Woodward married, in 1960, Charlotte McMurtrie (with whom he had a son and a daughter), but in 1993 they separated.
Having graduated from the Royal Naval College Dartmouth, Woodward joined the Royal Navy in 1946. He became a submariner in 1954, and was promoted to lieutenant that May. In 1960 he passed the Royal Navy's rigorous Submarine Command Course known as The Perisher, and received his first command, the T Class submarine HMS Tireless. Promoted to lieutenant-commander in May 1962, he then commanded HMS Grampus before becoming the second in command of the nuclear fleet submarine HMS Valiant. In 1967, he was promoted to Commander and became the Instructor (known as Teacher) of The Perisher Course. He took command of HMS Warspite in December 1969. He was promoted to the rank of Captain in 1972. In 1974, he became Captain of Submarine Training and in 1976 he took command of HMS Sheffield.
I asked a distant star, "I wonder where you are"
The shadow at my door, a friend who is no more
I watched him go to the wind
I closed my eyes, goodbye, goodbye my friend
Friends and family, the branches of the tree
Sheltered in the rain, telling me again
"No matter how the raindrops run
The world will turn, turn back to the sun"
Yeah, yeah
A trick of light upon our eyes
A trick of time upon our lives
Ancient songs cry out to you
Surely this sweet sand is slipping through
I watched him go to the wind
I closed my eyes, goodbye, goodbye my friend
Yeah
A trick of light upon our eyes
A trick of time upon our lives
Ancient songs cry out to you
Surely this sweet sand is slipping through
Slipping through the glass of time
Slipping through the glass
Surely this sweet sand will run out by and by
And while the days come down to you
While the days come down
You are just a traveler passing through