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      e    D i e s e l    Boat 
      As Waters Cool And Loved Ones Grieve 
      From The Pier The Boat Would Leave 
      Past The Point In Misty Shroud 
      Ghostly Engines Fading From Aloud 
       
      Underway Through History's Troubled Pages 
      Carefree Dolphins Marked The Way 
      Slipped Beneath As Ocean Rages 
      Leaving None With Which To Play 
       
      She Would Strike A Crowing Enemy 
      A Spreading Fatal Blow 
      That Gave The God's Of The Rising Son 
      The Taste Of Fear To Know 
       
      No Markers Herald Their Watery Graves 
      Under Wind Swept Seas and Rolling Waves 
      Silent Sailors On Eternal Patrol 
      Scan Endless Skies For Kindred Soul 
       
      Once More She Sailed From Lonely Piers 
      As Cold War Drums Beat Mortal Fears 
      To Enter Dark Waters Of The Snarling Bear 
      And Bring Home Secrets Hidden There 
       
      Now These Warriors Of The Deep 
      Rust At Pierside As We Weep 
      Forgotten By All But Those That Rode 
      And Lived Their Lives By Silent Code 
       
      When I At Last Cede This Salt Water Earth 
      Lay Me Down On A Submarine's Berth 
      Let Me Hear Again The Engines Roar 
      And Sound The Klaxon's Song Once More 
       
      So Set The Course For Heaven's Gate 
      Though The Day Grows Long And The Hour Late 
      I Must report To Those Who Wait 
      For This Then Is The Submariner's Fate 
       
       
    
      
  
By Robert King
("RC") 
      Poetry
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