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Military Poems He was one hell of a sailor
A BoatswainsMate all the way through
Crossed hooks on the sleeve of his jumper
the job real men chose to do
In a storm with all hatches battened
He was topside to see all was secure
He double checked all of the tiedowns
then again~just to make sure
You might say he had just one failing
he really liked wearing his whites
He was one sharp looking sailor
on a liberty and seeing the sights
But at sea,when we sailed into battle
dungarees is what we all wore
And if you were killed in the battle
you'd never wear whites anymore
In his case we made an exception
when his life was ended one day
We made sure he was properly dressed
he was special,what more can you say
The crew all stood by the railing
and the Skipper had a few words to say
We saluted and stood at attention
when his body was tilted away
No more G.Q.'s he would answer
no more bloody battles and fights
But when "Boats" left us forever
by GOD,he was wearing his whites.
