Once I was a Navy Man...

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  1. Zaphod

    Zaphod Founding Member

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    "ONCE I WAS A NAVY MAN"
    Author Unknown

    I like the Navy. I like standing on deck on a long voyage with the sea in my face and ocean winds whipping in from everywhere - the feel of the giant steel ship beneath me, it's engines driving against the sea.

    I like the Navy. I like the clang of steel, the ringing of the bell, the foghorns, and the strong laughter of Navy men at work. I like the ships of the Navy - nervous darting destroyers, sleek cruisers, majestic battleships, and steady solid carriers.

    I like the names of Navy ships: MIDWAY, HORNET, ENTERPRISE, SEAWOLF, IWO JIMA, WASP, SHANGRI-LA, and CONSTITUTION - majestic ships of the line.

    I like the bounce of Navy music, the tempo of a Navy Band, Liberty Whites, and the spicy scent of a foreign port. I like the shipmates I've sailed with . . . the kid from the Iowa cornfield, a pal from New York's East Side, an Irishman from Boston, the boogie-boarders of California, and of course the drawling friendly Texan. From all parts of the land they came - the farms of the Midwest, the small towns of New England - from the cities, the mountains, and the prairies. All are Americans. All are comrades in arms. All are men of the sea.

    I like the feeling of adventure in my heart when the ship puts out to sea, and I like the electric thrill of sailing home again to the waving hands of family and friends waiting ashore. The work is hard, the going rough, but there's the companionship of robust Navy laughter and the devil-may-care philosophy of the sea.

    After a day of hard duty there is the serenity of the sea at dusk, with white caps dancing on the ocean waves. The sea at night is mysterious. I like the lights of the Navy in darkness - the masthead lights, and red and green sidelights, and the stern lights. They cut through the night and look like a mirror of stars in the darkness. There is the quiet of the midwatch when the ghosts of all the sailors of the world stand with you. There is the aroma of fresh coffee from the galley.

    I like the legends of the Navy and the men who made them. I like the proud names of Navy heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, John Paul Jones. A man can find much in the Navy: comrades in arms, pride in country, and himself.

    In years to come, when the sailor is home from the sea, he will still remember with fondness the ocean spray on his face when the sea is angry. There will still come a faint aroma of fresh paint in his nostrils, and the echo of hearty laughter of the seafaring men who were once his close companions.

    Locked on land, he will grow wistful of his Navy days, when the seas belonged to him and a new port of call was always over the horizon. Remembering this, he will stand taller and say,

    "ONCE I WAS A NAVY MAN."
     
  2. SubSquid

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    In The Beginning:​


    In the beginning was the word, and the word was God and all else was
    darkness and void and without form. So God created the heavens and
    the earth. He created the sun and the moon and the stars, so that their
    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 from the slime, in a land called Lympstone, God made dark, salty
    creatures, that inhabited the seashore. He called them Marines, He
    dressed them accordingly, in bright colors so that their betters may more
    easily find them in the holes and burrows that they'd scoured out of the
    ground. And God said, "Whilst at their appointed labors they will devour
    worms, maggots, C and K rations and all creatures that creep or crawl.
    The flighty creatures of the air, He called Airdales, and these He clothed
    in uniforms which were ruffled, perfumed, and pretty. He gave them great
    floating cities with flat roofs in which to live, where they gathered and
    formed huge multitudes. They carried out heathen rites and ceremonies
    by day and by night upon the roof amids thunderous noise. They were
    given God's blue sky and their existence was on the backs of others.
    And the surface creatures of the sea, God called Skimmers, who
    supported the Airdales and with a twinkle in His eye and a sense of
    humor only He could have. He gave them all gedunks, polluted with much
    stickywater, to drink. God gave them big grey "targets" to go to sea in. He
    gave them many splendid uniforms to wear. And He gave them all the
    world's exotic and wonderful places to visit. He gave them pen and
    paper so that they could write home every week, and He gave them rope
    yarn Sunday at sea and a laundry so they could clean and polish their
    splendid uniforms. (When you are God it is very easy to get carried away
    with your own great and wonderous benevolence). And on the seventh
    day, as you know, God rested from his labors.
    And on the eighth day at 0755, just before colors, God looked down upon
    the earth and He was not a happy man. God knew He had not quite
    achieved perfection, so He thought about his labors, and in His
    infinite wisdom, He created a divine creature, His masterpiece, and this
    He called a SUBMARINER. A child of heaven. And these Submariners,
    whom God created in His own image, and to whom He gave his most
    cherished gift, great intelligence, were to be of the deep, and to them He
    gave more of his greatest gifts. He gave them black steel messengers of
    death called the "Attack Boat" class in which to roam the depths of his
    oceans, and He gave them His arrows and slingshots, the Mark 14
    torpedo of burnished brass and black, and the Mark 48 of green, to wage
    war against the forces of Satan and all evil. He heaped great knowledge
    and understanding upon them, in order that they may more easily win
    their greatest challenge, to pass their Qualification Test and be skilled in
    the great works God had charged them with. He gave His Submariners
    hotels in which to live when they were exhausted and weary from doing
    God's will. He gave them fortitude to consume vast quantities of beer and
    booze, to sustain them in their arduous tasks, performed in His name. He
    gave them great food, submarine pay and occasionally, subsistence so
    that they might entertain the Ladies of the "Starlight", "White Hat", and
    the "Horse and Cow" on Saturday nights and impress the hell out of the
    creatures He called Skimmers, Airdales and Jar Heads. And at the end
    of the eighth day, God again looked down upon the earth and saw all was
    good in His realm. But God was not happy because, in the course of His
    mighty labors He had forgotten one thing. He had not kept a pair of
    "Dolphins" for Himself. But He thought about it and considered it and
    finally He consoled himself, in the certain knowledge that - - -

    NOT JUST ANYBODY CAN BE A SUBMARINER

    Author: Submarine Captain
     
  3. Zaphod

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    That wouldn't happen to be the captain of the sub that rammed that Japanese trawler, would it? :wink:
     
  4. ChipAyten

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    Two of my favorites

    He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
    You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
    He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
    You complain about how hot it is.
    He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
    You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
    He doesn't get to eat today.
    Your wife makes your bed and washes your clothes.
    He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
    You go to the mall and get your hair done.
    He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
    You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
    He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
    You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
    He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
    You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
    He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
    You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
    He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
    You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
    He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
    You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
    He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
    You see only what the media wants you to see.
    He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
    You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
    He does exactly what he is told.
    You stay at home and watch TV.
    He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep,and eat.
    You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
    He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gunfire.

    _______________________________________
    He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
    And he sat around the Legion telling stories of his past
    Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
    In his exploits with his buddies~~they were heroes, every one.

    And tho' sometimes to his neighbours, his tales became a joke,
    All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke
    But we'll hear his tales no longer, for old Bill has passed away,
    And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

    He won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
    For he lived an ordinary, quick and uneventful life
    Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way
    And the world won't note his passing, tho' a soldier died today.

    When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state
    While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great,
    Papers tell their life stories from the time that they were young,
    But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

    In the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
    One guy breaks his promises and cons his fellow man
    But the ordinary fellow, who in times of war and strife,
    Goes off to serve his country and offers up his life.

    A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
    Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives
    While the ordinary soldier who offered up his all
    Is paid off with a medal and perhaps a pension small.

    It's so easy to forget them, for it was so long ago
    That the old Bills of our country went to battle, but we know
    It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys
    Who won for us the freedom that our country now enjoys.

    Should you find yourself in danger with your enemies at hand
    Would you want a politician with his ever~shifting stand
    Or would you prefer a soldier who has sworn to defend
    His home, his kin and country and would fight right to the end?

    He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin
    But his presence should remind us we may need his likes again.
    For when countries are in conflict then we find the soldier's part
    Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

    If we cannot do him honour while he's here to hear the praise,
    Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days
    Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,

    "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY"
     
  5. Whistle Pig

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    Very cool, Zman. :cool: Thanks for sharing. :thumb:
     
  6. Zaphod

    Zaphod Founding Member

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    We recently received this via e-mail:

    No way of knowing for sure if this is true, but I'll admit it certainly sounds more plausible than it does suspicious, so I've posted it here.

    If FTCM Hughes is, in fact, the author of the work, then he deserves respect and recognition for writing it. No matter what version you read, it's awesome. :smile:
     
  7. SubSquid

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    I recently lost a shipmate and one of the guys on the boat sent this out to the ship's site. I'm not entirely certain if this one has surfaced here but I thought I'd share it.

    AN OLE SAILOR'S ODE

    Let There Be No Moaning at The Bar...

    OLD SAILORS SIT AND CHEW THE FAT
    ABOUT THINGS THAT USED TO BE,
    OF THE THINGS THEY'VE SEEN,
    THE PLACES THEY'VE BEEN,
    WHEN THEY VENTURED OUT TO SEA.

    THEY REMEMBERED FRIENDS FROM LONG AGO,
    THE TIMES THEY HAD BACK THEN.
    THE MONEY THEY SPENT,
    THE BEER THEY DRANK,
    IN THEIR DAYS AS SAILING MEN.

    THEIR LIVES ARE LIVED IN DAYS GONE BY,
    WITH THOUGHTS THAT FOREVER LAST.
    OF BELL BOTTOM BLUES,
    WINGED WHITE HATS,
    AND GOOD TIMES IN THEIR PAST.

    THEY RECALL LONG NIGHTS WITH A MOON SO BRIGHT
    FAR OUT ON A LONELY SEA.
    THE THOUGHTS THEY HAD
    AS YOUTHFUL LADS,
    WHEN THEIR LIVES WERE WILD AND FREE.

    THEY KNEW SO WELL HOW THEIR HEARTS WOULD SWELL
    WHEN OLD GLORY FLUTTERED PROUD AND FREE.
    THE UNDERWAY PENNANT
    SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT
    AS THEY PLOWED THROUGH AN ANGRY SEA.

    THEY TALKED OF THE CHOW OL' COOKIE WOULD MAKE
    AND THE SHRILL OF THE BOSUN'S PIPE.
    HOW SALT SPRAY WOULD FALL
    LIKE SPARKS FROM HELL
    WHEN A STORM STRUCK IN THE NIGHT.

    THEY REMEMBER OLD SHIPMATES ALREADY GONE
    WHO FOREVER HOLD A SPOT IN THEIR HEART,
    WHEN SAILORS WERE BOLD,
    AND FRIENDSHIPS WOULD HOLD,
    UNTIL DEATH RIPPED THEM APART.

    THEY SPEAK OF NIGHTS SPENT IN BAWDY HOUSES
    ON MANY A FOREIGN SHORE,
    OF THE BEER THEY'D DOWN
    AS GATHERING AROUND,
    TELLING JOKES WITH A BUSTY (lady of the evening).

    THEIR SAILING DAYS ARE GONE AWAY,
    NEVER AGAIN WILL THEY CROSS THE BROW.
    THEY HAVE NO REGRETS,
    THEY KNOW THEY ARE BLESSED,
    FOR HONORING A SACRED VOW.

    THEIR NUMBERS GROW LESS WITH EACH PASSING DAY
    AS THE FINAL MUSTER BEGINS,
    THERE'S NOTHING TO LOSE,
    ALL HAVE PAID THEIR DUES,
    AND THEY'LL SAIL WITH SHIPMATES AGAIN.

    I'VE HEARD THEM SAY BEFORE GETTING UNDERWAY
    THAT THERE'S STILL SOME SAILING TO DO,
    THEY'LL SAY WITH A GRIN
    THAT THEIR SHIP HAS COME IN
    AND THE LORD IS COMMANDING THE CREW
     

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