Poem to Submariner Child * Pinging Pete Chidori * Happy Birthday

Pampanito * Pampanito II * Night before Diego * Galloping Ghost * Xmas

Submarine Sailors * The Last Patrol * Down off Kashi-Ho * For I am a Submariner

* The Ballad of the Blue Beret * Submarine * Remember * Shops of the Devil *

T'was the night before Diego And all through the boat, No crewman was sleeping Not even the Goat. The course had been plotted, Four engines were on, And we of the Spinax Soon would be home. While up in the Wardroom The officers sang, Of Subic and Hong Kong And bubbling champaigne. The crew in the mess hall And I at my key, Were waiting for morning To sound reveille. When up on the Bridge There came such a shout, I jumped to the door And nearly fell out. In the Control room The Skipper stood by, To see if his officers Really could fly. "On Guerra, on Bennet, On Smitty, so slow, On Nevin, on Hunter, On Hooty and Joe.

To the top of the Conn, To the top of the Bridge, Now jump and now climb Up over that ridge." Then down through the hatch The voices were heard, "Look, San Diego Quick pass the word." And out on the pier There stood such a throng, Of families and sweethearts Who'd waited so long. The first line went over And soon came the brow, And next came the sailors, You can't stop them now. They're out on the pier now And greeting their mates, Now loving their children Then out through the gates. And I heard them remark As they went down the street, "We'll see you old Spinax, But not till next week."   Larry Hand RMC(SS)

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