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Forgive my imprudence (especially all you sailors out there), but I have written an adaptation of the famous U. S. navy retirement poem "THE WATCH" (the original is found on for all troops, veterans and those now serving:

While we were in our beds at night

The sailor, marine, soldier and airman stood the watch
While some of us were in school learning our trade

They stood the watch

Yes.. even before some of us were born into this world

They stood the watch

In those years when the storm clouds of war were seen brewing on the horizon of history

The sailor, marine, soldier and airman stood the watch

Many times they would cast an eye and see their families standing there
Needing their guidance and help

Needing a hand to hold during those hard times

But still they stood the watch

They stood the watch for many years

They stood the watch so that we, our families and
Our fellow countrymen could sleep soundly in safety,
Each and every night

Knowing that a sailor, marine, soldier and airman stood the watch 

Today we are here to say

Sailor, Marine, Soldier and Airman,
only those who have stood or will someday stand in your place may give you the relief you deserve

Yet, if only in spirit, thoughts and prayers
Today.. we who owe you so much have the watch..."

May God's richest mercies be with you each and every one.

From a grateful heart,


btw, GO NAVY!


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