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For The Sailors Below 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
- by Monty Fisher |