[WAR-PARTY]

Subject: I WAS A SAILOR ONCE


Another retired sailor sent this to me, and I was touched by it. Wanted to
pass it on to my fellow shipmates, and friends from other services:

I Was a Sailor Once

Sharing a glimpse of the life I so dearly loved...

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 -

I liked the sounds of the Navy - the piercing trill of the boatswains pipe,
the syncopated clangor of the ship's bell on the quarterdeck, harsh, and
the strong language and laughter of sailors at work.

I liked Navy vessels -- plodding fleet auxiliaries--ATF 76 USS Ute-- and
amphibs, sleek submarines and steady solid aircraft carriers.

I liked the proud names of Navy ships: Midway, Lexington, 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 - - DD 731
USS Maddox - mementos of heroes who went before us.

And the others - - San Jose, San Diego, Los Angeles, St. Paul, Chicago,
Oklahoma City, named for our cities.

I liked the tempo of a Navy band .

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 mundane and 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
Hear This'' "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, AND SO WE ARE,--We
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 we grow humble about our Navy days, when the seas were
a part of us and a new port of call was ever over the horizon.

Remembering this, WE stand taller and say, " I WAS A SAILOR ONCE."

[00vabchgt]

I just read that and got misty. Thanks and Happy Memorial Day

[HMUSN]

Ohh-Rah brother.

Shipmate.