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Oberon has a subtropical highland influenced ( Cwb ) oceanic climate ( Cfb ) with mild to warm summers, cool to cold winters averaging 0 to 9C and evenly spread rainfall throughout the year. Frosts occur regularly during autumn, winter and spring. Because of its elevation, several snowfalls can be expected each year during winter. [ citation needed ] On an annual basis, Oberon receives clear days.

Project Oberon is a design for a complete desktop computer system from scratch.  Its simplicity and clarity enables a single person to know and implement the whole system, yet still providing enough power to make it useful and usable in a production environment. This website contains information and resources for exploring and using the system.  The project is fully described in  Project Oberon: The Design of an Operating System, a Compiler, and a Computer  — written by the designers, Niklaus Wirth and Jürg Gutknecht. The second (2013) edition of the book and source code are published on  Prof. Wirth's website . We provide links to the original material here, and local zipped copies, with kind permission from the authors.

    Decommissioning of  HMAS Otama
Friday, 15 December 2000 CAPT . SANDER RAN

Leader of the Opposition, The Most Honourable Kim Beasley, Admiral Shackleton, Admiral Briggs, Admiral Smith, Former Commanding Offic ers and ships companies of Otama, Fellow submariners, Ladies and Gentlemen,

I am honoured to be here today to speak at this significant occasion and as the Commanding Officer on the last Operational deployment for the Class. I would like to thank Captain Rick Shalders for thinking of me and affording me the opportunity not only to be here today, but to participate in what I consider to be, a most noteworthy and important day. I must make mention of LCDR Paddy O’Dwyer who succeeded me for the last few months of Otama’s sea going life.

It was almost 18 months ago that I relinquished command of Otama. I am not embarrassed to say that I did so with a heavy heart and a tear in my eye as I crossed the brow for the final time as the CO of an operational submarine. I am sure that is a common feeling for submariners. A submarine is not simply a complex web of steel, pipes and cables. A submarine lives and breathes, from the constant throb of an ASR 1 diesel to the movement on the high seas. If the hull and systems are the body, then the crews of the submarines are the soul.

What is it then, that lures 8 Officers and 56 Crew to careers in which they spend so much of their time in cramped quarters, under great psychological stress, with dangers lurking all about? Submariners by necessity form a very close knit and harmonious team. This adds to the espirit de corp and provides a powerful and enduring connection between the crews and their boats. We grow as a team, confident in the knowledge that we can rely upon our shipmates in time of need, and determined that we succeed as a team.

Submarines each have their own character. Our emblem was the dolphin, Otama will always be known as the Gucci boat, a trait often reflected in her crews. Always the operational submarine and hence required to always maintain the highest operational standards. In her three commissions she traveled over 300,000 Nautical miles and as her motto states, always Unseen.

A nautical romantic at heart I took the opportunity this week to walk her passageways for just one more time.

I went down to the forends where the forendies used to sit and watchkeep for endless hours. Passing through 34 bulkhead I stopped briefly in the cramped forward mess which was the home for about twenty sailors. The noise emanating from the senior rates attracted my attention. Opposite was the outside wreckers, the SPO and the POLTOs bunks, all filled with every conceivable spare under their mattresses to ensure they could cope with whatever defect the boat threw at them. The galley was next with the smell of pizza and chips. It reminded me of Saturday night at sea. Through 49 bulkhead to the grot. Aptly named because it was still a mess. The wardroom was next. Corro was counting the contingent account, The XO was writing just one more XOTM and of course the WEEO was asleep in his bunk. I could then here the sounds of the control room. Standby target setup, pay attention CEP, get me on depth now engineer, racket dangerous, racket dangerous, racket dangerous, down all masts, well done panel. Far too tense there so I moved aft passed the Cos cabin and stepping over the ROs as they were scrubbing out trap 1. I also needed to step over the chef who was in the fridges for the third time that day. I still wonder what possessed the Brits to put the fridges directly outside a toilet. The AMS was far too noisy so I continued aft where the donk shop horse and pony were busy changing a cylinder head on the stbd donk, something todays CO would gladly have the capacity to do. The engine room is no place for a seaman officer so I hurried through to the motor room with the sound of "fifty gallons ballast pump" still ringing in my ear. The first motor room watchkeeper was there bright and breezy having been warned off by the donk shop that I was coming aft. To his relief I passed through quickly to the after mess. In Otama the aft mess was more than a home away from home. It was decked out in wood and carpeted throughout. Not a soul stirred as we had just finished SAI day 3. Consequently I turned around and went back forward. I stopped momentarily to read "Christina, my daughter’s name, on the ship’s bell, a time honoured tradition afforded to past and present members of a ship’s company to christen their children on ships or submarines.

According to tradition, a member of a ship’s commissioning detail, in the days of wooden vessels, had the right to take a plank from her deck when she was decommissioned. Today, it would be difficult to find a plank on a submarine; so all I can offer is some words of praise for Otama, and those memories to take away with you today. The paying off pennant dates back to the 19th century when cleaning rags in a ship decommissioning were knotted together and hoisted as a sign that they would no longer be used. The practice was for the pennant to be the length of the boat if she paid off on the proper date, with an addition of 1/24 of the length for each additional month. Can anyone work out how long Otama’s pennant should be?

For those of us who served on Otama, a little of us will be lost today as Otama is taken away and started down that irreversible path towards decommissioning. I am glad to see today many former shipmates and the COs from the three commissions. There is a special relationship that exists between a submariner and their boat, especially a boat such as Otama. Her sustained outstanding performance is testimony to that closeness of that relationship throughout her life. The ship and its crew have been an integral part of each other for 22 years, and all of us justifiably take pride not only in what we have done during our deployments on Otama, but also what has been done by those who preceded us as well as those who succeeded us.

This feeling exists because we all have influenced our past, present and future shipmates. Those of us who worked so hard to be a part of that relationship cannot take today too lightly. In your programs you have the names of but a few of these heroes — unsung heroes. As the boat retires, we know her memories will live beyond her years.

I ask you not to think of this decommissioning so much machinery as being superseded. I ask you to look at her as a proud lady, gracefully retiring knowing that her job has been well done. I ask you to look to the future, to our new submarines, which will carry us to the fore.

And finally, I would ask you to reflect on the accomplishments of this great, albeit tired lady. She is truly a leader of her class and arguably the most productive and successful submarine Australia has had.

I would like to say goodbye, a final farewell to Otama by reading a passage I kept in my notebook while CO, written by the author best known for his book ‘the Cruel Sea’, Nicholas Monsarrat, back in 1944.
No-one save a power-maniac, a sadist or a nautical romantic can hold any belief for submarine warfare. There is a current Anglo American illusion skilfully fostered during the war, that whereas the Germans used boats, which were beastly, we only used submarines which were quite different and rather wonderful. This piece of disillusion does not persist with those who have ever been on the receiving end of a torpedo. Of course there is another side to the medal. It cannot be denied that submariners are brave and skillful men and that they are accustomed to continue their skill in conditions of acute danger, which is perhaps the bravest thing of all.

Rest well, our Lady Otama. You have earned your rest. Know your labours have set the standard which others must meet. Let them try and match you. To those of us who have served with you, you remain the love of our lives; you will always be in our memories.
I will now like to introduce an officer who I respect and envy, envy because he leaves the RAN on the ultimate high, RADM Peter Briggs.



This is a copy of the speech given by CAPT Mark Sander,  the last operational Commanding Officer of HMAS Otama. LCDR O'Dwyer was unable to attend due to an overseas posting.

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