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To Those Whose Grave Is The Sea


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I honor my Grand Uncle, MMFN Charles Edward Richards, USN.  He drowned on May 12th, 1918 when his motor whaleboat capsized in Mexican waters, while operating from USS OZARK.  One of millions of souls who perished in The Great War (WW1).

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In Flanders Fields

John McCrae - 1872-1918

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: 
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high. 
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.

 

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Mighty Thunder is proud to present this beautiful little poem by Mr. Alan Syler … to remember all those fallen warriors “lost at sea” and “body not recovered.” No marker. To lie alone far from the hallowed ground of Arlington in the company of brothers-in-arms passed on. Alone in the deep. Forever. Not to be forgotten. Ever….  

 

In Waters Deep

In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
Their young hearts sleep… beneath the wave…
The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.

‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think. “He’s there.”
But you can to the ocean go…
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride…
In and out… with every tide.

And when your span of life is passed,
He’ll meet you at the “Captain’s Mast.”
And they who mourn on distant shore
For sailors who’ll come home no more,
Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas…

For stars that shine and winds that blow
And whitecaps marching row on row.
And they can never lonely be
For when they lived… they chose the sea…

 

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