Silent Run

This weekend the crew of the USS Glenard P. Lipscomb (SSN-685) are gathering for the first ever reunion. I am unable to be with them but I wrote this short poem for them and for all who serve and have served in the silent service. 

Slipping under the waves,

into the hostile sea,

we went, willingly.

We stood together,

ever vigilant, ever listening,

as we plumbed the dark depths.

Sleeping in coffin like racks,

we dreamt of family and home,

we knew what needed to be done,

as we stood watch in red light.

The sea silently went by,

as we traveled through,

leaving hardly a trace,

of our existence.

As we live today,

remembering those days,

we remember others,

on eternal patrol.

Brothers like us,

who stood their watch,

and also dreamt of family.


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