Not Forgotten

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  1. Esox Hunter

    Esox Hunter New Member

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    Saw this on Yahoo 360 earlier on, HAD to post it.

    Not Forgotten:

    He was old and worn and a bit forlorn as he ambled through the park....He spoke to me and I could see that his eyes had lost their spark...

    His gait was slow and his voice was low as he asked to sit with me....And I answered him with a friendly grin, "The sitting here is free"...

    He gave a smile and we talked a while and his voice was rather weak....But his mind was strong and it wasn't long until he began to speak...

    ....Of yesteryears and I saw the tears as the memories flooded through....He spoke of times and other climes as old men often do...

    He smiled at me and I could see as he glanced at my Navy blues....That he'd earned his keep on the briny deep and paid his share of dues....

    I asked if he would share with me some memoirs from his career....He said he might if the price was right, and the price was a can of beer....

    "I've shipped on subs and oily tubs, on battleships and cruisers....Ten thousand mates and I can state not one of them was losers"....

    "LSTs on foreign seas, from Tarawa to Leyte....You name it, lad, I've been there, from Alaska down to Haiti"....

    "Liberty ships of paper clips, balsa wood and glue....I saw one break apart one time and lose her gallant crew"....

    "Marine Corps I took ashore on Tarawa and Truk....Oh what the Hell, for quite a spell, I've had my share of luck"....

    "One thing more", he said to me, "before I move along....There ain't no air that's quite as fair as the pipe of the boatswain's song"....

    "And the place to be is on the sea riding a fair sea swell....With mates like you in Navy blue who'll follow you straight through Hell"....

    "So here's to you and your Navy crew who take our ships to sea....You've fought and died and never cried throughout our history"....

    "You're heroes all and ten feet tall and your spirits never lag....You're the nations best and you never rest in defense of our country's flag"....

    He rose to leave and I believe that he seemed to move much faster....
    His eyes agleam like a laser beam and his skin was alabaster....
    He glowed at first then soon dispersed in a cloud of misty cotton....
    A dream at most, perhaps a ghost, but not to be forgotten....

    Sorry guys, don't know who the author is