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In which the Crumpeteers shed Crumpet Tears

(1776?-1802 / 1999-2001)



Piercing blue eyes,
Tormented yet hopeful
Forever closed

Cheerful laughter,
Uplifting and inspiring
Forever silent

Dazzling smile,
Understanding and sympathetic
Forever expressionless

Beautiful soul
Breathtakingly compassionate
                                                                                           - by Alicia


Lt. Kennedy was a beautiful man with a beautiful soul. To grasp his death in our lowly existence is to hold the sun in one's hands --- it burns as his blue eyes continue to burn through to our hearts. Archie's ultimate sacrifice, which he never doubted, can be praised with an eternal Hallelujah!

He was an endearing character and his presence on the show will be missed... the rain will continue to fall and battles will continue to be fought, and Archie will watch them all from his lofty perch. Horatio couldn't have picked a better comrade than this formidable man. When Archie lay dying, Horatio gained some of his strength and good will.

Horatio will be fine after all... with Archie to watch over him forever.



"Your dextrous wit will haunt us long
Wounding our grief with yesterday.
Your laughter is a broken song;
And death has found you, kind and gay.

We may forget those transient things
That made your charm and our delight:
But loyal love has deathless wings
That rise and triumph out of night.

So, in the days to come, your name
Shall be as music that ascends
When honour turns a heart from shame....
O heart of hearts! ... O friend of friends!"

                                                              - S. Sassoon

Your courage, your generosity of heart and your gladness in life are treasured gifts indeed, Lt Kennedy. They will endure.

"Your lot is with the ghosts of soldiers dead,
And I am in the field where men must fight.
But in the gloom I see your laurell'd head
And through your victory I shall win the light."


Fear No More The Heat of the Sun

(From Cymbeline)

"Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great.
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must,
Consign to thee, and come to dust."

                                                                        - Shakespeare

In Memory of Archie Kennedy:

How we will miss your smiling face, your cheerful spirit and your sapphire
blue eyes. You gave voice to what others were thinking. You gave us humanity
in times of horror. You gave us Joy just by being.

We are saddened beyond words to lose you .

To Jamie Bamber :

Thank you for giving us such a wonderful performance as Archie. You took
someone who began as a minor character and gave him a real soul. He has
touched us all and we will never forget him. I will miss seeing you in a
Naval uniform in future Hornblower movies but I look forward to many, many
more wonderful hours of watching you on the screen in other parts. Good Luck
in the Future......Your star is RISING.


These are some of my thoughts (the words belong of course to the incomprable Sarah McLachlin from her CD Mirror Ball. I warn you these songs probably should not be mixed with scenes of Archie unless you have a strong heart).

Hold On

"Hold on to yourself.
You know that only time can tell
what is it in me that refuses to believe
this isn't easier than the real thing

my love you know that you're my best friend
you know that I'd do anything for you
and my love let nothing come between us
my love for you is strong and true

am I in heaven here or am I in hell
At the crossroads I am standing

so now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and pray
that you'll be strong tomorrow
and will see another day
and we will praise it
and the love the light that brings a smile
across your face

oh god if you're out there won't you hear me
I know we've never talked before
and oh god the man I love is leaving
won't you take him when he comes to your door.

Am I in heaven here or am I in hell
at the crossroads I am standing

so now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and pray
that you'll be strong tomorrow
and will see another day
and we will praise it
and the love the light that brings a smile
across your face

hold on hold on to yourself
for this is gonna hurt like hell"

For Horatio in possibly a view of what he was suppressing, or what he might have been inwardly saying:

Do What You Have to Do

"What ravages of spirit
conjured this tempestuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rule of love
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to endure

and I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I endure what I have to endure
the yearning to be near you
I endure what I have to endure
but I have the sense to recognize

that I don't know how
to let you go I don't know
how to let you go

a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you

I know I can't be with you
I endure what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I endure what I have to endure
and I have a sense to recognize
but I don't know how to let you go.

but I don't know how to let you go
but I don't know how to let you go"

For Archie in what he was trying to say back to Horatio but couldn't get out -  but the tears were proof enough. (This one just kills me. I hope it's not too hard for you. For Archie and Horatio and Archie's fans.)

I Remember You

"I will remember you
will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
weep not for the memories

Remember the good times that we had ?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad.
How clearly I first saw you smiling in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one


I'm so tired but I can't sleep
standing on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
we are screaming inside, but we can't be heard.


I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
once there was darkness, deep and endless night
you gave me everything you had, oh you gave me life


I can't think of anything to say here; the words speak for themselves. I caution you again not to listen to this one and watch the last scene. For the man, the enigma, the angel SIR ARCHIBALD KENNEDY.  From the fans who will NEVER BE THE SAME.


"Spend all your time
for that second chance
for a break that would make it
okay there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and
maybe I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endless that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angels
may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees


May he find some comfort there. Archie touched our souls and affected our hearts.  We wanted him to succeed. In life he suffered; in death he triumphed from the pain, at least the fear left behind. We all try to remember the scene when he was on the top of the Indy's mast. Yet we know that's where he will always be. LONG MAY IT REMAIN SO.  My friends, weep not for the memories. A spirit lives as long as there is someone alive to remember them. He will live forever. Our Archie.


I have to say I will miss him very much. I have said it before that Horatio was my favorite man, but Archie is running a very close second right now. I have wept all night for him and will do so every time I rewatch Retribution.

Jamie, if you ever get to read this I have to say these things to you. You have converted me to a new type of thinking with your very great portrayal. I know your character was never in the Forester books, but he means so much to us now that we have met him. Jamie, you have an amazing talent that will continue to take you into the mainstream of movies and television. Please let us, the fans who really know you best, continue to love and cherish you and your sumptuous sapphire blue eyes.

To the executives at A&E and everyone that worked on the Horatio Hornblower series, thank you so much for bringing not just the character of Archie, but the whole story to millions of people that dearly love it. We all hope that the executives decide to continue the series with the stories of Commander Hornblower.

I thought the death scene was very beautifully done and very emotional. I, for one, could not stop crying and am still heartbroken by it. Archie was a gloriously brave, courageous gentleman that will be remembered fondly in upcoming stories. The spirit of Lt. Archie Kennedy will be felt near and around Horatio for many years to come.

Everyone, to quote the line that made us fall in love with Archie "Welcome to Purgatory!" Without our favorite blond, handsome lieutenant.


The way some people die ...

To take a leaf from Mikal Gilmore's transcendent "Shot in the Heart" -

If the way a person dies tells us something about the way they lived, then I know this much: Archie Kennedy lived with terrible wounds he tried to hide, and spared others from suffering pain like his own. Rest in peace, troubled spirit. You have more than earned it.

I wish Jamie Bamber all the best with his career, and if he ever feels the need for encouragement I hope he will recall how his portrayal of Archie Kennedy touched so many people in a deep and lasting way.


I don't know how much more can be said, but I am compelled to add something.

For two years a fictional character, brilliantly brought to life by a fine actor, has been a part of my life. I realize is crazy, but I do love Archie Kennedy. Through the television, we have seen a young, shy, scared, insecure and abused boy develop into an intelligent, strong. sensitive (and always good-looking) man. Archie was the glue that held many of the story lines and scenes together and he managed to actually steal the scene a few times, most notably his last few scenes and his death. The sacrifice he made for his dear friend was priceless, yet he was humble in doing so. I still cannot even think about the last 35 minutes of the movie without tears, sadness and anger coming over me. Archie could never be replaced in Horatio's life, and the thought of even one movie without him depresses me even more. If I were a young woman in 1802, Archie would be the man I would fall in love with, as I have 200 years later. Archie will be missed for everything he was and everything he strived to be. And in the end he is a hero, too.

To Jamie Bamber: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving so much life to Archie!!! He was so real to many of us and you are the only reason for that. Only a brilliant performer could make a character seem so real, especially one that barely existed in Mr. Forester's novels. I wish you only the best in your career and I can't imagine you having a problem playing any role. However, no matter what happens in your career, many of us will always see Archie Kennedy. He does, and will continue to, hold a special place in my heart. Thanks for giving us that gift and letting us get to know Archie.

So rest in peace, my sweet Archie. We didn't know you for long, but we will remember and love you forever.


Full Circle
Loreena McKennitt

"Stars were falling deep in the darkness
As prayers rose softly, petals at dawn
And as I listened, your voice seemed
so clear so calmly you were calling your god

Somewhere the sun rose, o'er dunes in the desert
such was the stillness, I ne'er felt before
Was this the question, pulling, pulling, pulling you
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?

Elsewhere a snowfall, the first in the winter
covered the ground as the bells filled the air
You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?"

Godspeed, Archie (I'll always be waiting for you to pop up again sometime when we least expect it), and Jamie, thank you for giving him such depth and character. He gave us all hope for what could be and in that sense he will never die. I'll always remember (and leave a light on, just in case).


This was written by Lord Byron in memory of John Eddleston, whom he loved, who died at age 21. I think it suits for Archie...

Elegy on Thyrza
George Gordon, Lord Byron

"And thou art dead, as young and fair
As aught of mortal birth;
And forms so soft and charms so rare
Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth received them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved, and long must love
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell
'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last,
As fervently as thou
Who didst not change through all the past
And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lours,
Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away
I might have watch'd through long decay.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
The leaves must drop away.
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
Than see it pluck'd today;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne
To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn
Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath past,
And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept, if I could weep,
My tears might well be shed
To think I was not near, to keep
One vigil o'er thy bed:
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,
Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain
Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years."


For Archie who gave everything he had:

"Love is dead, let lovers' eyes,
Lock'd in endless dream,
Th' extreme of all extremes,
Ope no more, for now Love dies,
now Love dies, implying
Love's martyrs must be ever, ever dying."
                                                                                  -John Ford

"By the clear sun
My love and fortune first did run;
But thou wilt never more appear
Folded within my hemisphere,
Since both thy light and motion,
Like a fled star, is fall'n and gone,
And 'twixt me and my soul's dear wish
The earth now interposèd is.... "
                                                                               -Henry King

Or as my friend Treeflame puts it (and she's better with words than I am): So long, Mr. Kennedy. May your last voyage be the greatest adventure of them all and may you be the captain.

Jamie Bamber really stole the show in this final, intensely sad episode. He played Archie Kennedy so that he would never be forgotten.

This is truly a sad day.


"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

                                                                                   -Twelve Songs (W.H. Auden)

It is rare that a fictional character can inspire such passion and whose death
leaves me feeling so bereaved but I grieve the death of Archie Kennedy as if he were a long and dear friend. This can only be a testament to the brilliant acting skills of one Jamie Bamber. Thank you Mr. Bamber for bringing us the beautiful, intelligent, sensitive, loyal, passionate character of Archie Kennedy. All the best in your future roles.


Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once . . .

The valiant Lt. Archie Kennedy will live forever in our hearts and memories. Such an incredible character and such an unbelievable loss for the series. He was the humanity, the grounding force among this crew and for his friend, Horatio. No one will ever replace him.

A word to Jamie Bamber, the actor who portrayed Lt. Kennedy with such exquisite talent and ability. I and many others will sincerely miss your presence in these films. I deeply regret the decision to write you out of them. However, I will watch your career closely, eagerly and with great anticipation. Your talent will surely take you far. Thank you for the wonderful moments you have given me.


From Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "The Children's Hour":

"I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there I will keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away."

Goodbye, Mr. Kennedy.


So Mr. Kennedy becomes our fallen hero. We thought that with TPTB bringing him back to us in "The Duchess and the Devil" that he would remain steadfast at Horatio's side. This is indeed a severe blow. We all know that Hornblower and Bush bond through their many adventures together and I do look forward to watching this in the movies to come. But we have all learned to separate the reality of the books from that of the television series.

Why this is like Batman without Robin, Starsky without Hutch, Butch Cassidy without the Sundance Kid, yes even J.R. Ewing without little brother Bobby, Dallas just wasn't the same. Perhaps the opening scene of Hotspur will be, there's a commotion on deck, Horatio goes to see what it is and there he is larger then life itself, Archie under the wash deck pump, the camera pans in on Horatio as he mutters, "Archie? Is that you, I thought you were dead!"

OK, surely I jest here, but all joking aside Jamie will be sorely missed. The Hornblower movies were the only ones that gave this very talented and dare I say gorgeous man any significant screen time.

Ahem, excuse me while I clear this lump from my throat. So sorry to see you go Mr. Kennedy.


Archie's Prayer

"When the dark wood fell before me ~ and all the paths were overgrown ~ when the priests of pride say there is no other way ~ I tilled the sorrows of stone.

I did not believe because I could not see ~ though you came to me in the night ~ when the dawn seemed forever lost ~ you showed me your love in the light of the stars.

Cast your eyes on the ocean ~ cast your soul to the sea ~ when the dark night seems endless ~ please remember me.

Then the mountain rose before me ~ by the deep well of desire ~ from the fountain of forgiveness ~ beyond the ice and the fire.

Though we share this humble path alone ~ how fragile is the heart ~ oh give these clay feet wings to fly ~ to touch the face of the stars.

Breathe life into this feeble heart ~ lift this mortal veil of fear ~ take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears ~ we'll rise above these earthly cares.

Cast your eyes on the ocean ~ cast your soul to the sea ~ when the dark night seems endless ~ please remember me--

Please remember me."

--From "Dante's Prayer"
Loreena McKennitt

These words, for Archie...who having survived Dante's own inferno emerged a strong, brave man the likes of whom Horatio Hornblower could truly envy. The words, "He'll be passionately mourned" are woefully inadequate to describe the feelings of those of us who love him dearly. No future voyage will ever be the same without him--and like Commodore Pellew and the now Captain Hornblower--we too will never forget him.

These word for Jamie, the marvelous actor who brought life to the character of Archie Kennedy, and made us realize what a find we had in said individual. May his star continue to rise, and burn brighter with each passing year. It is also my hope that this same star will bless you with light to navigate by when all seems dark, and hope when you begin to feel there is none. You are gifted indeed Mr. Bamber! Bring on the future!


This is a poem just for you, Jamie:

She held his heart there in her hands,
his love it did take fight;
He set her heart a glow one day,
and now it burns so bright.
She heard that if you love someone
then you should set them free;
She new that deep inside her heart
she love him endlessly.
If loving him ment letting go,
and setting him to fly,
Then certainly the time has come,
and she must say goodbye.

Jamie, you truly played the part of Archie well and I think I speak for every Archie fan: we love you really really much. We will miss you in the Hornblower films but Archie will always live on in our hearts.


One warrior salutes another with honour and pride.

To His Dead Body

"WHEN roaring gloom surged inward and you cried,
Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died,
Like racing smoke, swift from your lolling head
phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

Yet, though my dreams that throng the darkened stair

Can bring me no report of how you fare,
Safe quit of wars, I speed you on your way
Up lonely, glimmering fields to find new day,
Slow-rising, saintless, confident and kind —
Dear, red-faced father God who lit your mind."

                                                                        -S Sassoon

"But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop."

Go safe until then, Lieutenant Kennedy. You have won the battle.


I knew it was going to happen. But, somehow I wished it would not. I wanted so much for him to go off into the sunset ALIVE. I knew he wasn't part of the Forester universe, but I loved him.

His character was so like us. A little guy trying desperately to make something of his life. He tried and tried. He was a loyal friend to Horatio and will always be remembered fondly by his Crumpeteers.

I am wearing black to work tomorrow to work. It is part of my mourning. I joked that I would cry when they showed his death. I didn't think I would actually have tears run down my face when his character was shot, but I did. I cried a little more when he died. A most powerful performance was given by a wonderful actor.

Archie may be dead in the series, but he is never going to die in our memories. We shall still write for his character and always remember our Archie.

Thank you A&E for creating him and keeping him for part two. You did a wonderful job. Not just with Archie, but the whole show. I will miss him in the next episodes, but he will be there in spirit.

For Jamie Bamber -- Congratulations on your new job in the role of Heath in the movie "Carolina". We are expecting big things for you and good luck in your career. Your fans will be following every moment of it. Thank you for doing such a great job as Archie Kennedy.


Dirge Without Music
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)

"I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind.
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely,
Crowned with lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains -- but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love --
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."


* (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!) * (BOOM!)

That's 5 guns for a Lieutenant... and the rest for a performance that outshone everything else in the show! I'll be saying farewell to A&E's Hornblower series from here on out, because the chemistry between Gruffudd and Bamber two was what kept me watching, and the loss of it is more than I'm willing to accept.

"My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night
But oh, my foes, and ah, my friends
It gives a lovely light."

Another bit of Shakespeare -- too appropriate:

"Give me this cup: let go; by heaven, I'll hav't.
O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
Absent thee from felicity awhile
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain
To tell my story... "

I never believed C. Northcote Parkinson's letter from HH confessing to pushing Sawyer... but under these circumstances I believe he would.

The Thousanth Man
(Rudyard Kipling)

One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him befor the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you
But the Thousanth Man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.
'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for 'ee.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
The rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousanth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.

You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As if there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call
for silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousanth Man he's worth them all
Because you can show him your feelings.

His wrong's your wrong and his right's your right
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men's sight--
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousanth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows-foot -- and after!


On this occasion, I believe it is best to thank the person who made the character of Archie Kennedy come to vivid reality for so many people;
Mr. Jamie Bamber.

Mr. Bamber, with every respect, I believe I speak for many others when I say you have showed every indication of putting every ounce of heart and soul into your work, if not your own self. I commend you for you performance and want to tell you that you made a brief character from a book into a being of great interest and discussion. Furthermore, you made it likable and possessed the role so that it stood on its own. That in itself is a difficult endeavor. I wish you success in the future (as uncertain as it may be!) and will indeed miss your portrayal of Lt. Kennedy. Good luck to you.


from Dragons of Winter Night:

Return this man to Huma's breast:
Let him be lost in sunlight,
In the chorus of air where breath is translated;
At the sky's border recieve him.

Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.

Grant to him a warror's rest.
Above our singing, above song itself,
May the ages of peace converge in a day,
May he dwell in the heart of Paladine.

And set the last spark of his eyes
In a fixed and holy place
Above words and the borrowed land too loved
As we recount the ages.

Free from the smoldering clouds of war
As he once rose in infancy,
The long world possible and bright before him,
Lord Huma, deliver him.

Upon the torches of the stars
Was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood;
From that wronged and nestling country,
Lord Huma, deliver him.

Let the last surge of his breath
Perpetuate wine, the attar of flowers;
From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender,
Lord Huma, deliver him.

Take refuge in the cradling air
From the heart of the sword descending,
From the weight of battle on battle;
Lord Huma, deliver him.

Above the dreams of ravens where
His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing,
From the yearning for war and the war's ending,
Lord Huma, deliver him.

Only the hawk remembers death
In a late country; from the dusk,
From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.

Then let his shade to Huma rise
Out of the body of death, of the husk unraveling;
From the lodging of mind upon nothing,
we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.

Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.

Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild, impartial skies;
Grant to him a warrior's rest
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smoldering clouds of wars
Upon the torches of the stars.
Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens where
Only the hawk remembers death.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Beyond the wild, impartial skies.


Archie Kennedy brought life, light and fun into Horatio Hornblower's life. He voiced the fears and feelings that Horatio would not always allow himself to, and in so doing he gave Horatio greater humanity. That, as much as anything, will be missed.

Thank you to all involved for the creation of Archie's character. His was a far more complex figure than we had any right to expect, and for me one of the most rewarding aspects of the entire Hornblower series is watching him develop as he fights and gradually conquers his demons.

Thank you most of all to Mr. Bamber for a sensitive and mesmerizing portrayal of a character whose struggles and victories will stay with me.


As I sit here wearing black, I can't say that two days later, I'm feeling any better. Don't get me wrong, I thought everyone did a great job on it. However, I just can't get past brave Archie's death.

From the first smile in the rain as he greeted Horatio onboard the Justinian, I was a complete fan of Archie's. In him, Horatio found a true friend, a companion at arms, and his strength when he needed it.

And of course we can't not laud Archie without praising the wonderful performances of Jamie Bamber. He gave Archie an innocence and played his early tragic scenes with great emotion and was terrific.

Archie may be gone, but he is certainly not forgotten and will live on in the hearts of all of us, his fans. Thank you to A&E for all the Hornblower movies, to Jamie Bamber for playing Archie Kennedy with heart and dignity, and to all the rest of the cast and crew for doing a spot on job.

And a special thanks to the group of gals, my fellow dedicated Archie fans, for all the fun and good times we had in the past and will continue to have in the future :)

Farewell Archie. You will be sorely missed.


Old Ways
(Loreena McKennitt)

"As we stole away to the seashore
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair and with sadness you paused.

Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
My world was not yours, yours eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time and I wondered why.

As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings in clouds above.

As you turned to go I heard you call my name
 You were like a bird in a cage, spreading its wings to fly."


"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends"
John 15:13

Moving, touching, courageous, a leader of men, a true friend, loyal to the end. Lt. Kennedy was all these things and more. He was our link to these stories, he said what we wanted to say, and made the experience all the more real. Congratulations to Archie, your good name will live on here.

To Jamie Bamber, well done. Your portrayal touched us all and made us think and care, you created flesh and blood and feeling out of a bit part in one movie. We will miss you sailing with Horatio and we look forward to seeing you again elsewhere.


Lt. Archie Kennedy will always have a special place in my heart. I will miss him very much.


Jamie, you took a character that could have been so useless to the movie, and you made him into someone I absolutely fell in love with. He grew more than anyone else. His suffering at the hands of the despicable Simpson, and while wasting away alone in prison, made him stronger than anyone could possibly have predicted. His compassion to those such as the poor unfortunate Wellard, his love for his friend Horatio, his sense of honor and integrity, are all due to your outstanding portrayal of Lt. Archie Kennedy. Rest assured, he will never be forgotten, and I will follow your career wherever it may take you (though it would be wonderful if you stayed here in the States - please come home to Michigan!). You have earned a great many new fans, and I am sure that we all wish you only health, happiness, and all the best. Thank you.

The Very Last Time
(Ian Bairnson)

"I need to remember the day
When we said goodbye, for the very last time
There was still so much to say
But time came between us, and quietly stole you away.

Let me remember the day
We walk to the garden and sit for awhile
The hours are slipping away
Still I try to hold them, and freeze them in time
So leave me, believing we'll meet here again
Promise me some kind of sign..........

As each day turns into night
I blow out the candle, and turn down the sheet
And now that you've risen so high
I know that you watch over me as I sleep
Always believing we'll meet up again
Waiting for some kind of sign.......

So now I remember the day
When we said goodbye, for the very last time
But no one can take you away
'Cause here in my memories,
There's never a very last time

Never a very last time."


She sat alone in the dark room. Why did he have to die she sobbed? He did not deserve to die. No she thought. It is a mistake. Not Archie Kennedy.

She sat alone, alone and crying. But just as her sobs grew more intense, a light begin to brighten the room. Slowly everyone whose life was touched by Archie Kennedy stood before her. Horatio, Captain Pellew, Wellard, Clayton. Man after man appeared until the room overflowed. The light continued to grow until no more dark was present. What is this? Suddenly she remembered not Archie dead but a smiling laughing midshipman, greeting a lowly Horatio. It was not a time to mourn, she saw him say. It is a time to reflect the good.

The good, she asked. The good of what? The good of my life and the celebration of it! She wondered a minute then thought back. Back to Kennedy and Horatio seeing the Indy for the first time. Archie's smile at the first glimpse of this new ship. Back she saw, to a time of joy and excitement, when new friends formed the bond of friendship. Where 2 men shared adventure and life together. It was more than friends, yes it was more like brothers. Then Kennedy was gone, a prisoner but not for long. Sunk to the depths of despair and human torture, his friend, brother, comes to pull him back to his wonderful life.

Yes, Horatio saves him from himself as well as the prison. And he finds new respect in life. Then we see our fragile Archie grow. Yes he grows to be Horatio's equal in many ways. Without Archie, Horatio would not be who he is today. We must revel in this, Yes. Celebrate Archie Kennedy and his lovable spirit. Never forget how one can over come such obstacles and triumph in the end.

Remember Archie standing on a dock with his friend, and making those sly comments. See Archie panic on the bridge but redeem himself later by saving his brother and comforting him over his loss. That smile, those sparkling eyes, the joy of his giddiness, will live on forever in our hearts and memory.

Yes, she agreed, her tears dry and a smile upon her face. I will remember you Archie. Always. In every smile that Horatio beams, in every twinkle of Styles eye. I will see you and remember your life and all you brought to us.

PS. Mr. Jamie Bamber, words can not express how much I have fallen in love with your character Archie Kennedy. You brought a boyish charm to this character and enhanced all those around you. I loved every minute of your screen time and will greatly miss your Archie in the continuing Hornblower saga. But Archie will forever exist wherever Horatio goes, be sure of that. I wish you the best of luck in your future and much happiness.


I admit, I have known Archie only for a very short time. One afternoon,in September 2001, I had nothing to do. So I rented a movie. I rented 'Mutiny'. That was the first time I ever saw Archie Kennedy. I was not instantly obsessed. It took a while. After 'Mutiny' was over, I went straight back and got 'Retribution'. By the middle of that episode, I was in love. But I also knew, somehow, that he was not destined to live through it.

I had never heard of any of these episodes before, I had only rented it because it looked interesting. But I knew. I sat in shock after we saw Archie's fatal wound. I saw him in the infirmary, and tears threatened to pour down my cheeks. When he confessed at the Court-Martial, that was when I started to really cry. I still hadn't recovered from that when he died. Indeed, I was in shock and depression for almost a week afterwards. I almost cried at the mention of anything even remotely related with Archie. When I found out that the serial number on my lock began with AK, I could have fainted. I wore black every day. I can only imagine how much worse it might have been if I hadn't seen it coming, or if I had already seen the first series. Even now, two months later, I cannot watch any part of 'Retribution' without crying.

I watched the first series, and couldn't see it without almost crying, knowing that he was going to die. I had thought that I had fallen in love with various characters before, but I was wrong. Archie has touched my life in a way that no fictional character has ever done before. I would like to thank Jamie Bamber for bring Archie to life, and with such enthusiasm. For me, Archie will always be that adorable boy who welcomed Horatio to Purgatory, the young man who stood on the yardarm, and the daring, impeteous, foolhardy young officer who leaped off a cliff with one man who was afraid of heights, and another who couldn't swim. No matter what happens to Horatio, Archie will always be first in my heart. He was the light to Horatio's dark moods. He was the color in a drab, grey world. Archie lives on in our hearts.



A man of bravery, honesty, courage, and loyalty shall live on forever in the hearts of men. You've touched the lives of all who knew you, and all who followed you, and they are all the richer for it. From the first, you've grown into a man that any other would be proud to call his friend. You will be sorely missed.


Thank you for bringing life to this wonderful character. Through your performances, Archie Kennedy is a beautiful expression of devotion and loyalty, courage and honor, and the will and desire to persevere no matter the odds, the very essence of what makes a man all that others can look up to and admire; the fierce power of the human spirit.

Archie will always be a special character, for he is our first introduction to you. I look forward to seeing you grace our screens, large and small, in many other fine productions in the future. Best wishes for all life brings your way.


LT. ARCHIE KENNEDY (Goodnight, Sweet Prince...)

Dear God, Dear God....

How is it that someone you just met, you can lose so quickly? A fictional character yes, but sometimes a fictional character crosses that fine line we as humans constructed, that line between what is real and what is not. Sometimes a character can not only cross that line, but enter into "reality" so fully that one is left to question their own definition of truth, and sanity, and ultimately life. Archie Kennedy did this to me. Like an arrow out of the night, he came along and made me care about him, without my conscious consent. And's not a horrible thing at all. What did this character ... okay, I'll take it to the next level...what did this MAN mean to me?

 He stole my heart, then proceeded to break it, then turned right around and gave it back to me in a form so much purer than it had ever been. And he brought light to my soul, which has been dark. Funny how the universe brings influences into my life when I need to be taught something...

And the true accolades should be lain upon the actor who made this character come alive...Jamie Bamber, My God!, what can be said about you? About what you did, to take a person with virtually no background, no real definable personality, and like Aphrodite giving life to Galatea, you gave Archie his vitality. I know the scriptwriters were also responsible for this character's birth, but Jamie acted as the father if you will, giving Archie the first spark of life. Beautiful, brilliant, amazing, awe-inspiring, heart-rending, joy-giving, this is what Jamie's performance of Archie was, and always will be.

This is all I can say, anymore would be maudlin hyperbole. I did not come to bury Archie, but to praise him. Hmmmm, what is funereal praise but the burial of a person's essence anyhow?

Thank you Jamie Bamber for making this character come alive, and remember that wherever you go there are fans who admire what you have done, and look forward to what you have yet to accomplish, which I am sure will be much and wonderful.

And for Archie Kennedy....Pax vabiscum.


Archie taught us a very important lesson: you don´t have to be perfect to be loved. He may not have been as bright and ingenious as Horatio was. He had fears and insecurities, he was vulnerable, but that is what made us all fall in love with him.

This is for you, Archie, to tell you that you will always be remembered:

"Si has muerto
Mi pena enlutará la alcoba lentamente.
Y estrecharé tu sombra hasta apagar mi cuerpo.
Y en el silencio ahondado de tiniebla,
Y en la tinebla ahondada de silencio,
Nos velará llorando, llorando hasta morirse
Nuestro hijo, el recuerdo. "

(A fragment of "Mis amores" from Delmira Agustini, a Uruguayan poetess)


I never thought I could be so attached to a tv character. In fact, it has never happened there must be something really special about this character and this actor.

An acquaintance of mine introduced me to the Hornblower series. She often joked around saying she'd marry Horatio, I'd marry Mr. Kennedy, and my best friend would marry Major Edrington. Well, this betrothal to Mr. Kennedy stuck with me. The more I saw him, the more he became my favorite of the bunch.

Seldom do I cry when I watch a sad movie. But I did for Archie. What he did was amazing and it broke my heart. All I could think about when he died was that Horatio wouldn't have Archie by his side anymore, cracking jokes and flashing that beautiful smile. And he shamed his name for his friend. I am distraught by this loss, but I'm also proud. He was so gracious, gallant, and noble and he will never be forgotten.

I applaud Jamie Bamber for his excellent portrayal of Archie Kennedy and I hope to see more of his work in the future!


Our dear friend...

When Archie told Horatio his wound was "just a scratch" I just cried. It's obvious to both of them he's dying, and yet he tries so hard to be strong...A thousand thank-you's to Jamie Bamber for his wonderful performance as Archie - vulnerable, brave and loyal all at once, and all in all a wonderful character.

He will be dearly missed.


Our brave, brilliant, beautiful Archie is gone and we are all diminished for it. Thank you, Jamie, for taking an undeveloped character and giving him flesh, conscience, and, most of all, heart. Thank you, A&E, for taking a chance on an unknown actor and for bringing him back when you realized his tremendous acting ability. Thank you, fellow Crumpeteers, for standing by Archie when others vilified him. We knew quality when we saw it. I could only wish Archie had been allowed to die with the honor of his good name restored to him. He made the ultimate sacrifice and paid the ultimate price. He will not be forgotten.


Dear Archie,

I still can't get that feeling of sadness out of my chest, I loved that beautiful smile, those sparkling blue eyes and that boyish expression on your face. I will miss you and love you for ever.



One of the finest officers the British Navy has ever known. You were a man who felt he had no courage, yet was brave beyond measure. Duty, honor, compassion, loyalty, friendship. Those are the words you lived by. How I will miss your sparkling blue eyes, that lopsided grin, your tart sense of humor, your outspokenness. You have done yourself proud, Sir, and I shall never forget your name....


Congratulations on an Emmy-worthy performance. You managed to take a minor character and give him flesh and blood and spirit. I will always be very fond of Archie Kennedy, for it was my introduction to you and your many talents. I tip my hat and lift my glass in a toast to you for presenting us with a character that made me laugh, made me think, and touched my heart.

I wish you every success, and know that when it comes your way you will handle it with style and grace. Looking forward to seeing you on the big screen, and small, in many more quality productions.


This is a poem I wrote while trying to cope with Archie's death. It helped me a little, and I hope others will understand.

We Stand Beside your Grave

"We stand beside your grave, young boy,
With cold and stealthy tears
The flowers lacing through your hair
No longer than your years.

Those sapphire eyes, so full of light,
Are dulled from hiding pain
The lovely smile that kept you strong
Is down-turned from the strain.

We stand beside your grave, brave soul,
Who know your sacrifice
Though heroes hurt, it is their friends
Who pay the dearest price.

Your golden locks, well-combed, refined,
Hang limp beside your head
The cunning wit that drew us in
Now entertains the dead.

We stand beside your grave, dear friend,
We few who knew you well
The light above will grant you peace -
You, who have lived through hell.

You were too pure to last this war
An angel in the snow
Gently did you live your life
Now gently do you go."


Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends

Archie Kennedy was a very very brave man, and in my mind he's the hero of "Retribution." The last scene at the end was just heartbreaking, when Archie's trying to get Horatio to "accept" his gift...*sob*

As for Jamie Bamber, that was magnificent acting...magnificent... I can't really find words to describe it. Thank you for creating Archie Kennedy, the man we could all love and admire, and the greatest friend Horatio Hornblower could ever have. He will always be most beloved.

I love you Archie and Jamie...

<moment of silence> for Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, a great officer in His Majesty's Navy, and my favorite officer ever.....

I need more tissue.....


To Dear Archie:

It is never the amount of gold a man has in hand that proves his riches. It is the amount of Gold he has in his Heart.

To Dear Jamie:

We shall miss that young man, that you gave life. May you be Blessed in whatever new project you find. Remember, we believe in you always.


Archie, we hardly knew you, and now we have to let you go.

You caught our emotions in a way that few could match. Our hearts ached for you when you were in desperate straits, and melted every time you grinned. We sobbed at your noble attempt to help your friend in prison, and cheered when you risked life and limb to save him from the exploding bridge. We wanted to hold you close and assure you that all was well, and occasionally bop you upside the head for being a tad, well, dense. We laughed, we cried, we raged, we cheered, all because of what you gave us.

You gave Hornblower the things that he always lacked in the books. A friend he could turn to in a time of need. A reflection of himself in which all the emotions were allowed to show. You gave him a heart, and made him less of a “man alone”.

Now my heart aches because he, and we, have lost that forever. We will never again be treated to that 200 megawatt grin, never again see the sapphire bullets ablaze with strong emotion, never again here that ever-so-slightly snotty voice be so quick with a riposte. No more will we see the hurt in you eyes as you watch helplessly, unable to prevent an injustice being inflicted on someone. No longer hear your voice blaze with anger, or turn icy with contempt. It is a sorry day, indeed.

The friendship of Hornblower and Bush is, no doubt, beyond compare. But without you the future seems somewhat darker. You survive in our hearts, and in the imagination of all the wonderful fanfic writers who have seen fit to give Archie Kennedy his due.

To Jamie Bamber I can only say “Thank you”. Thank you for bringing this character so marvelously to life, for allowing us to share in the experience. Thank you for not allowing him to be a simple sidekick, but for giving him heart and soul. Thank you for giving us the glimpse of a man who rises above the worst that life throws at him and triumphs in the end. We can all have hope for the future because of that. And we love him, and you, all the more for it.

Hornblower has lost its heart, and I feel it to the depths of mine.

Godspeed Mister Kennedy. We’ll keep the flame alight.


It's Probably Me
From the album Ten Summoner's Tales (A&M)
Words and music by Sting

"If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold, cold ground
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat
No one would you see
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me
My only friend, who could it be
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it, but it's probably me

When you belly's empty and the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal
You search the city for your only friend
No one would you see
You ask yourself, who could it be
A solitary voice to speak out and set you free
I hate to say it
I hate to say it, but it's probably me

You're not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry
If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
It's hard to say it, but it's probably me

When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense
There's only one voice that comes to your defence
The jury's out and your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see
If there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it, but it's probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say it, but it's probably me"


Goodnight sweet prince...


I wrote this two years ago during a turbulent time in my past, and now that I look back, I realise how one can relate to Archie, even though he is but a fictional character. There are many legendary pairs throughout world history, be them fictional or not and it is my firm belief that Archie and Horatio are such a pair. I am a metaphorical Archie...for I had a Horatio once...

Ring of the War Bell

Dawn's sun shineth down on me
As I take up arms by land and by sea
Blade in my hand right
Onward! Onward! Come dawn's light
The stampeding rumble of steed
Cannon thunder, all `round, men bleed

Smoke, dust lingering in the air
Sweat, blood cling to my hair
Side by side, back to back
Each blow struck, each blade's hack
The enemy surrounds us
I look to you, in each other, I know, we trust

My eyes widen, widen in pain
To find I am to be slain
Crimson, scarlet, dark, ominous red
Drenching me in all its sickening dread
Fall to the ground, to the earth
In your arms, still tight cinches Death's girth
You let me go, lay me down to the stained soil
Go, Brother, the enemy you shall foil!

…no…you too, fall, collapse to the ground
To me, you crawl, your arms cling `round
Our eyes close together,
The air scented in dust, powder, blood, heather
The gunfires fade
In the Battlefield's glade
But that fades away
As our voices whisper…”I love you”, our hearts say
Now, hand in hand, battle-scarred
Our garment stained, our flesh marred
We walk slow, solemn together, banish all hate
Our eyes meet as we rise to Heaven's gate

Still, battle-worn,
our garment torn
Angels in heaven, a pair
Warriors, side by side, battles to defend, we dare
Our hearts bonded as one, forged in gold
With each thund'rous clang, the War-Bell tolls

Brother to Brother
To stand with no other
I am yours till forever
My Angel, My Vet'ran wise, clever
Even through Heaven's gate, our thunder rolls
Ring by ring, clang by clang, the War-Bell tolls
Back onto the field
Our love as our blades we wield
I'll always be with you, in mind, heart, soul
And I know you'll be too, when the War-Bell tolls

Even if I end up in the burning Muspelheim's coals
I'll always love You, my Brother, bound to soul
Still…the War-Bell tolls…

“I love you, Brother…”
Still, the War-Bell tolls…

“I love you, Angel…”
Still, the War-Bell tolls…….

                                                              (by Renne, aka 'NightRunner')

Reference Note: 'Muspelheim' is the name of one of the Nine Worlds of Yggdrasil, according to Nordic/Asatru belief. A version of the Judeo-Christian 'hell' in a way. The above statement of my 'Horatio' refers to a late friend, close enough to be called 'Brother'. Only in that case, I am the Archie telling of my Horatio's legacy.


"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more;
Death, thou shalt die."

                                                      (From the Sonnets of John Donne)

Farewell, Lieutenant Kennedy. You will be missed.


I see a dark room. No light comes from anywhere. I blink, again and again, trying to find something light, something promising for the future to be lighter, safer. Just as I blink for the last time, giving up hope, I see your lights. Two brilliant Sapphire flames in the back, in the corner. My heart quickens it's beat. It is YOU! The one. I blink again, making sure it is true, honest. They are gone, like a candle in a wind. I sink to my knees in the darkness, tears drip down my face. You are gone, forever. Goodbye. You lightened my life and heart while you were here. God, rest him with peace.


For Archie, one year later:


I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began --
I loved my friend.

                                                     -- Langston Hughes


I have to confess that right after watching "Retribution" I gave my beautiful Maine coon cat a middle name: Jamie. So he is now "Casey Jamie Berry"! Believe me, he is worthy of the name. He is gorgeous, has wonderfully soft fur, huge expressive eyes, has a very soft spoken meow, is very playful and sensitive and brings great joy into my life....just like his namesake!!!"


You were the most anyone could ask of an officer, and most especially, a best friend. You'll be sorely missed.

As will you, Jamie, for your outstanding performance of Archie, giving him such exquisite character and depth.


Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

Long shall you be remembered, Mr. Kennedy. It has been a grand voyage. You shall be missed.

I trust this find you, as it leaves me, well.........


I'm too depressed for words. I've read it enough on here, but I must give my heartfelt thanks to Jamie Bamber for a wonderful job. His portrayal of Lt. Kennedy was unforgettable. It was hard not to love Kennedy from the first episode, and watch him evolve from the young, naive boy, into a man, and finally a hero. He will truly be missed.

R.I.P. Lt. Kennedy.


A tribute to the dearly departed: here’s to our best friend for five movies, the one and only Archie Kennedy.

You’re My Best Friend
(as sung by Queen)

Oooh you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me,
It's you, you're all I see
Oooh you make me live now honey,
Oooh you make me live

Oh you're the best friend that I ever had,
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true, I really love you

Oh you're my best friend,
Oooh you make me live
Oh I've been wandering round, but I still come back to you
In rain or shine, you've stood by me girl
I'm happy at home, you're my best friend

Oooh you make me live
Whenever this world is cruel to me,
I got you to help me forgive
Oooh you make me live now honey,
Oooh you make me live

You're the first one, when things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely, you're my only one
And I love the things, I really love the things that you do
You're my best friend,
Oooh you make me live I'm happy at home,
You're my best friend
Oh you're my best friend,
Oooh you make me live
You're my best friend

He made me(and several characters) live. You may be forgotten on screen, but never will be forgotten by me. Thanks Archie!


There's so much that could be said, probably so much that should be said, but right now the only thing on my part that *can* be said is THANK YOU. Thank you to Jamie Bamber for giving life and laughter to Archie, for giving him depth and dignity, and for sharing him with us.


"The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!
O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon."

Shakespeare - Antony and Cleopatra Act 4 Scene 15

Set sail upon the scattered stars, Mister Kennedy. The view up there is magnificent.

"Crumpet Tears" (c) Monalisa
background by Wizzle