As dawn came to the Pacific
atoll
The siriens awoke and began to
blow
As the cowards came in droves
Bombs and torpedos, hot, on
fire, from Hells own stove
They murdered many and spared
so few
These brave sailing warriors
awoke without a clue
Strafing the beaches ,Red
blood on the sand
The color of the zero tatooed
on the devils hand
No warning no thought of it in
advance
A war from the skys of hell
the yellow demons danced
The planes came high and low
I wasnt there you know
But if I close my eyes I can
be
And smell the oil and blood on
the burning sea
I can hear the screams of
Sailors all
As their best friends and
mates did fall
As the fires took their mighty
ships that day
To thier sand and salty grave
to stay
Where the ghosts of every
brave maritime hero
Can still be heard to curse
from the depths below
Damned be these devils in
disquise
Damned be the day they rained
from the skies
Damned be the day it should
happen again
Damned better bet we'll rise
and fight till we win
Let us bow our heads for a
minute friends
In fact, for the day, as we
honor them again
Let them know they did not go
in vain
Nor fall unknown and will
always remain
As part of this nations battle
hymn we sing
As we tug the rope and the
bells of freedom ring
And lets us pray as I know
they also do
That the world will someday be
a better place for me and you.
- Mk Fisher 21:00 12/04/2002
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