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 *
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THE LAST PATROL In the blackened deep 'neath the timeless windswept waves Only an infinite stillness guards the untold nameless graves, That lie amid the crumpled steel and seeping oil Like scattered toys razed by their master's foil. No muted bugle notes these brave men shall know Which of these now is friend-and which is foe? Nor will all our bitter tears or prayers appease The powered minions of force-who will not cease To taunt destiny's specter wrought by greed And hence to doom, a generation's unknown seed. Nay, these raucous Klaxon calls will sound no more From primeval ooze of oceans floor. So, rally close in strength-if need be, stand apart, Lest we now abandon these proven, true of heart. (Frank E. Perry) |