THE FINAL PATROL
He was a submariner, Americaís best.
He proudly wore dolphins upon his brave chest.
With the sound of the klaxon and the order to dive,
He went deep beneath the ocean to keep peace alive.
As the Nationís sentinel in Poseidonís domain,
His vigil he stood and never complained.
When the klaxon sounded for his very last dive,
He slid silently under to be at Godís side.
He will be missed by his loved ones, but his shipmates know,
He now serves in Godís Navy on his Final Patrol.
Eternal PatrolA bell tolls mournfully as another submariner’s soul
Answers the roll call for eternal patrol
A silent behemoth surfaces upon a wave
Another of its own to save
Her hull shines with an ethereal glow
She opens her hatches and bids him down below
In wonderment he crosses her shimmering brow
A new billet in her crew awaits him now
All aboard her have heard their own bell toll
And sailed in her crews both blue and gold
Their Dolphins aglow and with the captain’s decree
They set the watch and prepare for sea
Once the hatches are shut and securely dogged
His assignment to the crew is duly logged
This done the boat trembles and comes alive
As the klaxon sounds the command to dive
Once more she patrols this denizen of the deep
Her mission a crew of souls to keep
When the bell tolls again for another submariner’s demise
Up from the depths the US Grant will arise
When at last her final crew list is complete
She’ll join the rest of God’s eternal fleet
And once she is safely moored on His golden shores
The command will be given, “Sailors, rest your oars”
By Jim Sechrest MT1(SS)
USS US Grant SSBN 631 G/B