Silent Run

Today is the anniversary of the loss of USS Thresher (SSN-593). I wrote this poem several months ago as my shipmates on the USS Glenard P. Lipscomb (SSN-685) were gathering for a reunion. It’s for all those who risk their lives as they venture out into the deep and for the families and loved one’s who await their return home. 

Slipping under the waves,

into the hostile sea,

Standing together,

ever vigilant, ever listening,

plumbing the dark depths.

Sleeping in coffin like racks,

Dreaming of family and home,

standing watch in red light.

The sea silently going by

as we traveled through,

leaving hardly a trace,

Living today,

remembering those days,

we remember others,

on eternal patrol.

Brothers like us,

who stood their watch,

and also dreamt of family.