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LEAVING

Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 3:02 am
by rmbowen
Whether one was leaving from the barracks or from home, I believe every Submariner can identify with my memories in this poem.

LEAVING
My seabag is packed and ready;
It stands stiffly beside the door.
The boat and her crew lie waiting
Off a lonely distant shore;
She yearns to return to deep water
To escape the light of day.
Impatiently, she waits for my return
As men hurry to get underway.
Soon, I'll walk through that door-
For daylight is breaking now-
With seabag on my shoulder,
I'll salute as I cross her brow.
Then she will head north to rejoin the fight
In this silent, cold, cold war.

Roy Mack Bowen
SSBN627 1967 -1971

October 13, 2016

Re: LEAVING

Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 7:04 pm
by JT-STS627g
Just beautiful Roy. I think you captured the feeling perfectly. It was always somewhat of a lonely feeling. I think we Submariners share a different perspective of the Cold War than that of the younger generations that believe it was a big farce or hoax. It was a job. We took our job seriously with a lot of pride. We were up against a very real enemy. It was a deadly serious business and we knew if the order came, the missiles would fly.

Re: LEAVING

Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 10:36 pm
by KellyJoeRay
Yeah...that was the toughest part of being a Silent Service Sailor...That plane ride to Holy Loch...That goodbye at the airport...I Think you crushed it Roy Boy...WETSU...We ALL became Qualified Submariners because football, baseball and basketball all only requires one ball... :lol: