This is really resonating with me today....
I Was A Sailor Once
*** I liked standing on the
bridge wing at sunrise with salt spray in my face and clean ocean winds
whipping in from the four quarters of the globe - the ship beneath me feeling
like a living thing as her engines drove her swiftly through the sea.
*** I liked the sounds of the
Navy - the piercing trill of the boatswain's pipe, the syncopated clangor of
the ship's bell on the quarterdeck, the harsh squawk of the 1MC, and the strong
language and laughter of sailors at work.
*** I liked Navy vessels --
nervous darting destroyers, plodding fleet auxiliaries and amphibs, sleek
submarines and steady solid aircraft carriers.
*** I liked the proud names
of Navy ships: Midway, Lexington, Bunker Hill, Saratoga, Coral Sea, Antietam,
Valley Forge - - memorials of great battles won and tribulations overcome.
*** I liked the lean angular
names of Navy "tin-cans" and escorts - - Barney, Dahlgren, Mullinix,
McCloy, Damato, Leftwich, Mills, Stickell, Noa, Paul, Coontz, T.C. Hart, Glover
- - mementos of heroes who went before us.
And the others - - San Jose,
San Diego, Los Angeles, St. Paul, Chicago - named for our cities.
*** I liked the tempo of a
Navy band blaring through the topside speakers as we pulled away from the oiler
after refueling at sea.
*** I liked Liberty Call and
the spicy scent of a foreign port.
*** I even liked the
never-ending paperwork and all-hands working parties as my ship filled herself
with the multitude of supplies, both critical and mundane in order to cut ties
to the land and carry out her mission anywhere on the globe where there was
water to float her.
*** I liked sailors, officers
and enlisted men from all parts of the land, farms of the Midwest, small towns
of New England, from the cities, the mountains and the prairies, from all
walks of life. I trusted and depended on them as they trusted and depended on
me - for professional competence, for comradeship, for strength and courage. In
a word, they were "shipmates"; then and forever.
*** I liked the surge of
adventure in my heart, when the word was passed:
"Now set the special sea
and anchor detail - all hands to quarters for leaving port," and I liked
the infectious thrill of sighting home again, with the waving hands of welcome
from family and friends waiting pier side.
*** The work was hard and
dangerous; the going rough at times; the parting from loved ones painful, but
the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the "all for one and one for
all" philosophy of the sea was ever present.
*** I liked the serenity of
the sea after a day of hard ship's work, as flying fish flitted across the wave
tops and sunset gave way to night.
*** I liked the feel of the
Navy in darkness -- the masthead and range lights, the red and green navigation
lights and stern light, the pulsating phosphorescence of radar repeaters - they
cut through the dusk and joined with the mirror of stars overhead. And I liked
drifting off to sleep lulled by the myriad noises large and small that told me
that my ship was alive and well, and that my shipmates on watch would keep me
safe.
*** I liked quiet mid-watches
with the aroma of strong coffee -- the lifeblood of the Navy permeating
everywhere.
*** And I liked hectic
watches when the exacting minuet of haze-gray shapes racing at flank speed kept
all hands on a razor edge of alertness.
*** I liked the sudden
electricity of "General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your
battle stations," followed by the hurried clamor of running feet on
ladders and the resounding thump of watertight doors as the ship transformed
herself in a few brief seconds from a peaceful workplace to a weapon of war --
ready for anything.
*** And I liked the sight of
space-age equipment manned by youngsters clad in dungarees and sound-powered
phones that their grandfathers would still recognize.
*** I liked the traditions of
the Navy and the men and women who made them.
I liked the proud names of
Navy heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, John Paul Jones and Burke. A
sailor could find much in the Navy: comrades-in-arms, pride in self and
country, mastery of the seaman's trade.
An adolescent could find
adulthood.
** In years to come, when
sailors are home from the sea, they will still remember with fondness and
respect the ocean in all its moods - the impossible shimmering mirror calm and
the storm-tossed green water surging over the bow. And then there will come
again a faint whiff of stack gas, a faint echo of engine and rudder orders, a
vision of the bright bunting of signal flags snapping at the yardarm, a refrain
of hearty laughter in the wardroom and chief's quarters and mess decks.
*** Gone ashore for good they
will grow wistful about their Navy days, when the seas belonged to them and a
new port of call was ever over the horizon.
***
Remembering this, they will stand taller and say, "I WAS A SAILOR ONCE,
AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN."
By Pete Lembo
