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All Hands Bury the Dead

Silently standing in formation as your feet are hanging overboard

A burial at sea is an honor and now it is your much deserved reward.

USS. Ships slowly coming to a halt many nautical miles off the coast

Today is a beautiful day and you’re the decorated remembered host.

As for him, when his ship rolled up upon Saigon's shore

he received many campaign stars for his chest while serving his tour.

Clanging medals as he still now walks all about and right from the start

He told me he was to fast to get caught and in return,

he smiled at me because he never did receive a purple heart.

The stars and stripes are now starting to swirl into one and another

contorting colors now begin to weep while flying at half-mast

Squeezing triggers the firing party’s rifle’s now begin to blast.

As you’re lying there peacefully and in your "Aurora" stainless steel bed

A special scripture is read and prayers are then said.

Tilting the platform so you slide off and fall into the deep ocean

with twenty holes two inch in diameter

and one hundred and fifty pound bags of sand hidden at your feet

when you get to the bottom, Davy Jones, you will then meet

till then you’re heading to the floor traveling there

like always, in slow motion.

 

(SirCARSr. 11-30-13)

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