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NAV BAR

Take a moment to listen, listen to the bells. They will toll the traditional two times for every shipmate on these pages.

Please, remove your cover while visiting these pages in respect for those who made the "Ultimate Sacrifice" in defense of this Great Nation

"ON A TABLE AT EVERY SUBMARINE BIRTHDAY BALL SITS A RED ROSE, TO SIGNIFY THE BLOOD OUR FALLEN SHIPMATES SHED, A CRYSTAL GLASS OF WATER TO QUENCH THEIR THIRST FOR FREEDOM, SALT TO REMIND US OF THE PAIN THEY FEEL LEST WE FORGET THEM. THE CHINA IS BONE WHITE AS IS THE PURITY OF THEIR HEARTS AND SACRIFICES. THIS, ON A WHITE LINEN TABLE CLOTH THAT COULD BE USED AS A CLEAN BANDAGE FOR THEIR WOUNDS. WE TAKE THIS TIME TO REMEMBER THEM. THE PLACE WE SET FOR THEM THIS EVENING IS A SPECIAL PLACE. AS IS THE PLACE WE HOLD FOR THEM IN OUR HEARTS, OUR MINDS, AND OUR NAVY."
SAILOR, REST YOUR OAR WHEN YOUR FINAL DIVE IS MADE, AND YOUR BATTERY'S RUNNING LOW, YOU'LL KNOW THERE LIES A BOAT FOR YOU MANY FATHOMS HERE BELOW, WITH YOUR ANNUNCIATORS JAMMED ON FULL AND YOUR DEPTH GUAGE NEEDLES BENT, YOUR ACCUMULATOR'S DRY OF OIL AND YOUR AIR BANKS ALL ARE SPENT, IT'S THEN YOU GET TO WONDERIN', "IS MY LIFE'S BOAT RIGGED FOR DIVE?" YOUR GUESSING DRILL COMMENCES, "AM I DEAD OR STILL ALIVE?" YOU PACE THE FLOODED DECKS WITH SCORN AND CURSE THE FLAWS OF MAN. INTO REALMS OF REX YOU'VE STEPPED, AND HERE YOU'LL MAKE YOUR STAND. TO LIVE YOUR LIFE, AS SAILORS MUST, AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA. THERE'S ONE YOU'LL HAVE TO RECKON-THAT ONE, MY FRIEND, IS THEE. WILL YOUR CONSCIENCE DO YOU JUSTICE WHEN THE FINAL MUSTER'S IN? DID YOU LEAD THE KIND OF LIFE YOU SHOULD IN EVERY PORT YOU'VE BEEN? THE ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS AND MANY, MANY MORE, ARE LOCKED IN THE HEARTS OF SAILORMEN FROM CANNES TO SINGAPORE. SO, WHEN YOUR DAY FOR MAST ROLLS 'ROUND. THE CHOICE IS UP TO YOU, SAILOR CHART YOUR COURSE OF LIFE RIGHT NOW. CHART IT STRAIGHT AND TRUE. NOW'S THE TIME TO FLOOD YOUR TANKS AND TRIM UP 'FORE AND AFT. IT'S A TRIFLE LATE WHEN THE KLAXON SOUNDS TO SQUARE AWAY YOUR CRAFT. YOUR FINAL BILLET LIES BELOW, ON "OLD OCEAN'S" FLOOR. SO, BE READY WHEN THAT LAST WORD'S PASSED. SAILOR, REST YOUR OAR!

"ON A TABLE AT EVERY SUBMARINE BIRTHDAY BALL SITS A RED ROSE, TO SIGNIFY THE BLOOD OUR FALLEN SHIPMATES SHED, A CRYSTAL GLASS OF WATER TO QUENCH THEIR THIRST FOR FREEDOM, SALT TO REMIND US OF THE PAIN THEY FEEL LEST WE FORGET THEM. THE CHINA IS BONE WHITE AS IS THE PURITY OF THEIR HEARTS AND SACRIFICES. THIS, ON A WHITE LINEN TABLE CLOTH THAT COULD BE USED AS A CLEAN BANDAGE FOR THEIR WOUNDS. WE TAKE THIS TIME TO REMEMBER THEM. THE PLACE WE SET FOR THEM THIS EVENING IS A SPECIAL PLACE. AS IS THE PLACE WE HOLD FOR THEM IN OUR HEARTS, OUR MINDS, AND OUR NAVY."

SAILOR, REST YOUR OAR

WHEN YOUR FINAL DIVE IS MADE, AND YOUR BATTERY'S RUNNING LOW,
YOU'LL KNOW THERE LIES A BOAT FOR YOU MANY FATHOMS HERE BELOW,
WITH YOUR ANNUNCIATORS JAMMED ON FULL AND YOUR DEPTH GUAGE NEEDLES BENT,
YOUR ACCUMULATOR'S DRY OF OIL AND YOUR AIR BANKS ALL ARE SPENT,
IT'S THEN YOU GET TO WONDERIN', "IS MY LIFE'S BOAT RIGGED FOR DIVE?"
YOUR GUESSING DRILL COMMENCES, "AM I DEAD OR STILL ALIVE?"
YOU PACE THE FLOODED DECKS WITH SCORN AND CURSE THE FLAWS OF MAN.
INTO REALMS OF REX YOU'VE STEPPED, AND HERE YOU'LL MAKE YOUR STAND.
TO LIVE YOUR LIFE, AS SAILORS MUST, AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.
THERE'S ONE YOU'LL HAVE TO RECKON-THAT ONE, MY FRIEND, IS THEE.
WILL YOUR CONSCIENCE DO YOU JUSTICE WHEN THE FINAL MUSTER'S IN?
DID YOU LEAD THE KIND OF LIFE YOU SHOULD IN EVERY PORT YOU'VE BEEN?
THE ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS AND MANY, MANY MORE,
ARE LOCKED IN THE HEARTS OF SAILORMEN FROM CANNES TO SINGAPORE.
SO, WHEN YOUR DAY FOR MAST ROLLS 'ROUND. THE CHOICE IS UP TO YOU,
SAILOR CHART YOUR COURSE OF LIFE RIGHT NOW. CHART IT STRAIGHT AND TRUE.
NOW'S THE TIME TO FLOOD YOUR TANKS AND TRIM UP 'FORE AND AFT.
IT'S A TRIFLE LATE WHEN THE KLAXON SOUNDS TO SQUARE AWAY YOUR CRAFT.
YOUR FINAL BILLET LIES BELOW, ON "OLD OCEAN'S" FLOOR.
SO, BE READY WHEN THAT LAST WORD'S PASSED.

SAILOR, REST YOUR OAR!

Fifty-two US submarines and more than 3000 american submariners were lost during WWII. More than 65 boats have been lost since the official birth of the submarine force in 1900 and before. That is nearly 10 percent off all submarines commissioned. Some were lost with all hands, some were lost with no loss of life. Needless to say, in memoriam pays tribute to those men who gave their life or have just recently past.

NAV BAR

Take a moment to listen, listen to the bells. They will toll the traditional two times for every shipmate on these pages.

Please, remove your cover while visiting these pages in respect for those who made the "Ultimate Sacrifice" in defense of this Great Nation

SAILOR, REST YOUR OAR

SAILOR, REST YOUR OAR!

Shipmates on Eternal Patrol