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I Am the American Sailor -


Hear my voice, America! Though I speak through the mist of 200 years, my shout for freedom will echo through liberty's halls for many centuries to come.


Hear me speak, for my words are of truth and justice, and the rights of man. For those ideals, I have spilled my blood upon the world's troubled waters.


Listen well, for my time is eternal - yours is but a moment.


I am the spirit of heroes past and future. I am the American Sailor. I was born upon the icy shores at Plymouth, rocked upon the waves of the Atlantic, and nursed in the wilderness of Virginia.


I cut my teeth on New England codfish, and I was clothed in southern cotton.


I built muscle at the halyards of New Bedford whalers, and I gained my sea legs high atop the mizzen of Yankee clipper ships.


Yes, I am the American Sailor, one of the greatest seamen the world has ever known.


The sea is my home and my words are tempered by the sound of paddle wheels on the Mississippi, and the song of whales off Greenland's barren shore. My eyes have grown dim from the glare of sunshine on blue water, and my heart is full of star-strewn nights under the Southern Cross.


My hands are raw from winter storms while sailing-down around the Horn, and they are blistered from the heat of cannon broadsides while defending our nation.


I am the American Sailor, and I have seen the sunset of a thousand distant, lonely lands.


I am the American Sailor.


It was I who stood tall beside John Paul Jones as he shouted, "I have not yet begun to fight!"


I fought upon Lake Erie with Perry, and I rode with Stephen Decatur into Tripoli harbor to burn the Philadelphia.


I met Guerriere aboard Constitution, and I was lashed to the mast with Admiral Farragut at Mobile Bay.


I have heard the clang of Confederate shot against the sides of Monitor.


I have suffered the cold with Peary at the North Pole, and I responded when Dewy said, "You may fire when ready Gridley," at Manila Bay.


It was I who transported supplies through submarine infested waters when our soldier's were called "over there".


I was there as Admiral Byrd crossed the South Pole.


It was I who went-down with the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, who supported our troops at Inchon, and patrolled the dark deadly waters of the Mekong Delta.


I am the American Sailor, and I wear many faces. I am a pilot soaring across God's blue canopy, and I am a Seabee atop a dusty bulldozer in the South Pacific.


I am a corpsman nursing the wounded in the jungle, and I am a torpedoman in the Nautilus deep beneath the North Pole.


I am hard and I am strong.


But it was my eyes that filled with tears when my brother went-down with the Thresher, and it was my heart that rejoiced when Commander Shepherd rocketed into orbit above the earth.


It was I who languished in a Viet Cong prison camp, and it was I who walked upon the moon.


It was I who saved the Stark, and the Samuel B. Roberts in the mine infested waters of the Persian Gulf.


It was I who pulled my brothers from the smoke filled compartments of the Bonefish, and wept when my shipmates died on the Iowa, and White Plains.


When called again, I was there, on the tip of the spear for Operation Desert Shield, and Desert Storm.


I am the American Sailor.


I am woman, I am man, I am white and black, yellow, red and brown. I am Jew, Muslim, Christian, and Buddhist. I am Irish, Filipino, African, French, Chinese, and Indian.


And my standard is the outstretched hand of Liberty.


Today, I serve around the world; on land, in air, on and under the sea. I serve proudly, at peace once again, but with the fervent prayer that I need not be called again.


Tell your children of me.


Tell them of my sacrifice, and how my spirit soars above their country.


I have spread the mantle of my nation over the ocean, and I will guard her forever. I am her heritage, and yours.


I am the American Sailor.


Someone gave this to me.

It doesn't say who wrote it?

But I thought it was good and food for thought.

Not just for Sea Scouts.



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A great poem, I was on the Iowa when the explosion happened on April 19th, 1989. I was wondering if the Iowa would be mentioned.

Fare winds and Following seas to my shipmates...

The former GMG2(sw) Jeff Barker

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Thanks! As a sailor myself who just returned in Nov. from a year in Iraq, these words ring very true to ever sailor who serves. We feel our tradition in everything we do and feel pride that we are doing our small part to add to it. Again Thanks!


P.S. If you don't mind I would like to use this at my retirement in a year and a half (27 years).

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Go Army....but you squids are alright in my book.


On that note, I just finished "Last Stand of the Tin Can Sailors." Can't remember the last time I couldn't put a book down, but I couldn't put that one down. I was and still am in awe.



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As I said I don't know who penned it!!

I'm guessing not BP or William Hillcour !! I'm sorry it just came over me!!

I of course would be proud and honored if you would use it.


A very dear friend of mine who worked for Scouting UK as the Camp Warden for Walton Firs Scout Camp served in Royal Navy on Subs as a signal officer.

I don't know many Signal Officers, but this guy was nuts about radios!!

He also played a big part in my love of pioneering.

He was at one time stationed on Ascension Island, who at that time was under a Lieutenant General.

Bill Cook (My pal) and a few other hams, sheer lashed a 180 pole and hung (or what-ever you do?) their antenna on it.

It wasn't up very long till they received a letter from the Lieutenant General, which stated "It is forbidden to have unsightly erections on Ascension Island!"!


Thank you so very much for your service.

27 years!! Wow!!

My hope is that your retirement is long and you get to do all the things that you want to do! (And don't get caught doing them!!)


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