The BNTVA is very keen to preserve the legacy of the British/Commonwealth nuclear testing.

At this time of Remembrance, we want to record the names of nuclear test veterans (test participants from any period of British nuclear testing or British intelligence at French or Russian testing) who have passed away in the years after the testing.

We know that some men have died from effects of mental and physical conditions, and others of old age.

Regardless of the cause of death and when the date was, the BNTVA wishes to have a wall of remembrance after this was removed from the website in recent years. If you would like your nuclear test veteran added, please contact 0208 144 3030, info@bntva.com or place your veteran's name below.

The BNTVA would never just post a roll of honour without the blessing of individuals who would like their veteran remembered.

The Association places crosses of dearly departed nuclear test veterans at the Garden of Remembrance by Westminster Abbey, London annually, and we are grateful for the help given by Ron Watson, Don James and others who make this happen. Not all of our remembrance takes place online.

We will contact you when the online wall of remembrance is ready to launch, and are happy for you to post a message of your veteran and photos.

"Abide with me; fast falls the eventide
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail and comforts flee
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away
Change and decay in all around I see
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies
Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me."

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep. 

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain. 

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)"