#navy
Sleeping in a metal tomb,
He hears the crackle on the speakerphone:
"Hooyah, enemy in the mist!
All hands, man your battle stations!
We are about to meet the glorious foe,
Which possesses the key to our valiant fall,
Or another test to increase our score".
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
I am not the girl they see today,
Not the shadow, not the small.
I am the anchor in the grey,
The one who answers every call.
They argue loud behind the glass,
They count me out and close the door.
I watch the ticking seconds pass,
My elbows rooted to the floor.
The moss is slick, the branch is cold,
The garage shelf bites into my hand.
But I have stories yet untold,
And strength they’ll never understand.
Five seconds more.
One extra rep.
A "Sleeper Build" of bone and grit.
I take the long and lonely step,
While others stumble, fade, and quit.
No family stands to tap me out,
No cheering crowd to name the day.
But I will silence every doubt,
And carve my own and lonely way.
For when the world begins to bleed,
And stronger men fall to their knees,
I’ll be the Doc the Marines need—
The pillar in the storm-tossed seas.
I am a Sailor, built in silence.
I am the Doc, forged in the deep.
I turn my anger into guidance,
A promise that I mean to keep.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
Nuke bizzle
Starvation
10 mill ton
Michel man
Dream team
50 cal
Flood
******
**** her
Dome a domes
Means a means
Phd anhydrus
Doctor nuclear codes
Missile super being launcher
Smitherines train derailed or send proof
Everyones dead only 1 left
Dug bunkers
Im selling those too
Upcharge you too
You 2
All you
Pew pew
Ballistic hypersonic
Zacks gone bonkers
Launch some
I said
Ill launch kiltons
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 10:45 PM UTC
Proud to serve
such empty words
The war machine
is quite absurd
No glory of service
as innocents dies
Sign over your soul
on dotted lines.
Pledge allegiance
close your mind
Thank you for your service
But we must warn you..
Don’t you dare step out of line.
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 7:56 AM UTC
This life is lonely.
This life is hard.
Everything and nothing.
Everyone and no one.
Living and dying.
Love and hate.
Pain and peace.
They want all of you,
and none of you.
No Balance.
It never ends.
It never ends.
It never ends.
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 9:58 PM UTC
*Calling all,
This is our last cry before
eternal
silence.*
In the quiet spaces between waves
the last vestiges of humanity sink,
dots, bubbles bursting in sea foam
fragile as mermaids' souls,
dashes, innumerable shafts of sun on water
Cascading to the sea floor.
Cast the net of time wider
The final chorus of lost comrades
fervent tapping of fingertips
Lingering in the swells.
. . . - - - . . .
. . .
- - -
. . .
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
I dont care who you are,
please speak ill
of the men and women
that walked through hell
that carried on as their family fell
that gave everything
to include their lives
so you might sleep in peace at night.
Go ahead,
speak ill,
so we may serve you,
so we may silence you.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 1:32 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
“Now This Ain’t No S---”
The old chief took a slug of coffee and said,
“What’s the difference between a fairy story
And a war story?
One of ‘em begins with ‘Once upon a time’
And the other with ‘Now this ain’t no s----'"
And it is so.
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 8:39 AM UTC
far off
the jets are being gassed up
preping for launch
far off
the infantry train
in anticipation, for the battle sure to come
far off
the navy men scan the seas
waiting for a blip on the radar
far off
a marine is receiving shock training
and practicing what it is to be dead
far off
icbms with nuclear payloads are capped
their ignition sources itching for flight
far off
but not so much
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
"You signed up for this."
"You knew what you were getting into."
"You knew it was going to be hard.
So stop crying."
It is easier said than done.
When half my heart is gone.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
How did I walk 37 miles in 19 hours?
How did I bike 90 miles in 11 hours?
...
Inhale in nose, exhale in nose 4x
Inhale in nose, exhale in mouth 4x
Inhale in mouth, exhale in nose 4x
Inhale in mouth, exhale in mouth 4x
And repeat.
You just need enough food and water and a pair of soft and hard soled shoes.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:21 AM UTC
sharks in
Trafalgar Square
throw hats
of Danbury
yet antebellum
in London
is a
column yet
the public
cityscape in
her democracy
yet anarchy
in a
high sea
stake of
Latin Tribe
is now
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
Pinanday ka ng panahon
May tapang na hindi
basta sumusuko,
sa lahat ng laban
wala kang inuurungan,
Agimat mo ay katapangan
na umagaw mula sa kalaban.
Buo at tibay ng iyong loob
ano man ang iyong sagupain
walang di kakayanin.
laban mo’y hindi biro
Una kami sa iyong puso
Bago ang iyong pagkatao
Karamay ka, sa bawat
along bumubugso.
Ikaw ang bagong bayani
ng ating lipi na nagbabalik
ng kulay at sigla bitbit
ang bandila na may kisig
at buong katapangan.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Bubbles bound for breakers,
Sea salt snacky snakers,
Great gulp goldfish galleys,
Brown beard barnacles and reef rash rallies,
Abstract art, active angles,
Tingly teepee tension tangles,
Swimming so safety sound,
Newest navies so nobly nouned!
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
known to be one of the top navy's in the world,
her majesty's navy ranks supreme,
one ship in WWII, the pride of the nation, the hood was sunk
The hood was sunk by the kriegsmarine's own, the Bismarck
the kriegsmarine was the Germans navy
So many people have served in the royal navy,
Before the United States became its own country, it was number one,
But all can change, in a matter of seconds,
And it did.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
Battles never end well for one side,
In the Begging, it was the British who took the fall, one of his might
Ship sunk do to the Kriegsmarine,
Many people died in this battle, many families torn
Apart do to the war, many people served there country with honor, others not,
Revered as the most powerful ship at the time, the people
Clinging for there country on these Battleships, the
Kriegsmarine was now defeated
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
This far divided land
Where the rice grows free
Has always had corrupt men
Stopping their life's dreams
It's in their veins
It's not that easy
To make it flow on out
For a thousand years
The same has been
Even when a million men
Wearing blue denim jeans
Came marching in
To change our ways
It's not what this is all about
While the people we trust
Pop out of man-made holes
And look like they've been
Tunnelling like moles
Where the enemy lines
Have stood for a thousand years
During the day
We're all so polite
But in the night
We all have to go and fight
The un-invited western men
Always seem to lose sight
Their communist fears
Were ingrained in their mothers womb
And will always end in tears
Where the streets smell of Pho
As you pass on by
And if looks could ****
If you dare to say hi
The aromatic love incense
Wafts in the fog filled air
Where the market crowds come
And traders buy and sell
The lonely planet guides
Write of this unusual smell
The local giggles should tell you
That you don't really belong there
So goodbye Hanoi
This time we can't ignore the flack
I'm going home
And I ain't ever coming back
My wife is waiting
To mend me back in one piece
We've had that awful feeling
Since it all became so fierce
I want to head home so bad
Now they've invaded our embassy
When they don't want our help for a truce
And it doesn't bring the change
That the westerners wanted to produce
So just leave it in the hands of ones own chosen destiny.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
To whom it may concern,
Today marks the one-year anniversary of my departure from the Navy. I have noticed a strong desire from the VA for transitional feedback. I feel that if you want to know what it is truly like to transition in the worst possible way I will share my story. Thanks for your time.
I would like to begin by telling you about my experience during service.
I joined the Navy in 2010 at age 27 to better support my growing family and wife of 5 years. To make this happen we had to put all our things in storage and rent out our house in Denver to convince the recruiters that we could financially support the shift into military life. Doing this was extremely difficult. The recruiters at the Aurora, Colorado office did very little to prepare me for joining. I lost my job shortly before gaining a contract at MEPS. Word had gotten around at work after months of me trying to join the Navy and my employer replaced me.
While taking care of a newborn and two year old son I broke my index toe and was delayed another 3 months before going to boot camp in August, even though it healed before I was originally supposed to leave in May. This forced us to move to Florida to stay with family until I could leave. This also was a huge stressor given that I was unemployed for almost 6 months. We sold our cars and cashed out our retirement funds to live with my in-laws. The recruiters at the Hollywood, Florida office were very helpful and made me feel much more ready. They took me to medical to ensure my toe was healed and trained me both physically and on the basics of military knowledge, which helped me, gain the rank of E-2 after boot camp. Boot camp was possibly the best part of my entire time in the Navy.
I attended sub training and eventually landed orders for Bremerton, Washington in March of 2011. This was great because most of our family was in NW Oregon. Adjusting to the crew of the USS Connecticut was very hard. I felt at age 28 that I was dealing with a bunch of boyish men who never learned how to be professional or kind. There were some exceptions but the culture was not healthy. I was assaulted and exposed to people’s violence and ****** aggression. I felt I had no voice and it was much like becoming a prisoner. As we settled into dry dock for the last 3 years of my first tour, I was glad to be home more.
I made efforts to be useful during this time; I did volunteer work, and aided the process of the ship’s overhaul. I was promoted to the rank of E-5 by three years in service. My career was going well but unfortunately going to dry dock is a career killer. I lacked many opportunities for training and felt fairly incapable of doing my job. This seemed to be the culture of most of the crew as well. My first E-7 was much different in the way he handled things than his replacement. The methods I used to complete tasks fell under scrutiny and my new E-7 took me to two NJP’s in 2014 and 2015, the last year I was on board. I felt singled out as many others had been doing things in the same ways. This was hard enough as I lost rank and had to go to shore duty with much less pay than expected. My wife had also had our third son by this time.
Each of our children were given a blanket diagnosis of autism by the child development specialist at Bremerton Naval Hospital, a TRICARE wonder. This sounded great to my wife who became more and more dependent on being a dependent, it opened the gates for a lot of free assistance. My wife did not have to work for ten years and this made her depressed and overweight, which trickled down to me and my morale at home or work.
Eventually my wife became more and more convinced of the need for the extra care of the ABA therapy and respite care provided by the Navy. She swore that she would leave me if I ever left the Navy. I figured she was just being dramatic. As she let herself go, we both fell into poor shape. I had a hard time with my weight and she became more mentally unstable. This home life greatly affected me in all aspects and did not help my work situation. The more appointments that my wife or boys had that I needed to help with, the more grief I got from my superiors. I feel this contributed to the ‘lesson’ I was taught, getting two NJP’s.
The doctors at the Naval Hospital also tried to treat my wife’s periodic depression with Prozac and other anti-anxiety medicine with little investigation. This only seemed to worsen her behavior in years to come. By 2018, we finally got a second opinion and found out that she has been Bipolar for years. The Prozac only made her even more manic and did little to help. She even left our Christian church and became Jewish, dragging our boys along into it. This unstable home situation greatly affected my work life in a negative way.
Shore duty in Bremerton was not much different as I was working on subs. The main difference was working with older retired Navy folks who were even more crass and horrible than the current enlisted co-workers I had worked with previously. I had a difficult time balancing the civilian work environment with the military pomp and circumstance that floated in the foreground. I gained the rank of E-5 back and left shore duty on great terms.
I was dreading going back to a sub as a Machinist Mate so I put in the work during shore duty to change jobs. I gained orders as a Logistics Specialist on subs, once again in Bremerton. I was to attend school in Mississippi for 6 weeks in 2018. At 35, I had just purchased a second home as we had lost our first home in Denver to a short sale because we could not afford to cover the rent and mortgage on military pay. My wife was also spending more than we could afford.
While in Mississippi, I gave a ride to my fellow/junior students and some of them later were caught with alcohol in the barracks. Because I had given them a ride earlier in the day, my name was brought into the story. Instead of taking my gesture of giving them a ride as a good deed, I was blamed for their choices that were made independently of me. I did not purchase alcohol or consume it. The NTTC command seemed to want a scandal and I went to a third NJP. This time I was not worried because I felt I had done nothing wrong. Things for me changed forever by the weeks and months I spent at NTTC in Meridian, Mississippi. I was treated like a monster and second class citizen and held captive from my family in Washington for 6 months.
I kept trying to fight the NJP but to no avail. Eventually I was recommended for a separation from service, as my appeals were denied. Looking back, I should have asked for a court martial because no proof is needed to punish someone during an NJP at the command level. This was even stated to me by one of the officers who sat at my separation board. It is all about what the O-6 feels like doing. Because I now had three NJP’s they could easily send me home but I opted to challenge this, but it only kept me there longer.
Gaining a JAG lawyer, I presented my case and was exonerated of the charges against me at NTTC. This unfortunately did not eliminate the third NJP from my record; it was just to make me feel better apparently because in the end they decided to separate me from service.
By this time, my family was in shambles. My wife who had just been diagnosed as Bipolar was not doing well and there was nothing I could do from so far away. I had no answer as to when I would even come home. Six months is a long time to be away for little or no reason. She could not understand the situation and felt I must have done something worse. It is as if she forgot who I was all of a sudden after 13 years of marriage. I could not wait to get home to start putting my life back together but I could not leave.
I was told I could not do TAPS or GPS in my home state of Washington. I had to take it all online with JKO as NTTC is limited on most things including GPS classes. JKO training for TAPS and GPS was a joke and it did not even work properly some of the time. I just wanted to get home.
I would have much rather transitioned in the place I would eventually be living and working. I was fine with getting out of the Navy by this time but my wife was not. Before I left Mississippi, I was struggling with money so bad that I had to borrow money from my father and take out a loan from Navy Federal just to stay afloat.
Unexpectedly, USAA insurance called me to ask about transitions and to my surprise, they were talking about divorce. My wife had called them and said we were separated. As I looked into her activities, I discovered she had been sleeping with some other sailor, ITS1 Jason Colbert at NCTAMS, Bangor Washington. I confronted him and his command but nothing was done about it. She now is still with him a year later and ITSCS Shinn apparently did not feel he should be given an NJP but that is not my problem anymore. I assumed my wife cheated and blew our money because of all the stress and that it was her condition that made her act out but even giving her the benefit of the doubt, she continued to stab me in the back by ignoring me and refusing to talk about things.
To make matters worse she filed for divorce and a restraining order on July 11th, so I had no place to return to once I left. I had to start gearing up for another legal battle right after another. The stress of this time caused me to lose 50lbs in only a couple months. I took up smoking as I was not allowed to leave base and fantasized about storming the gate to achieve suicide by police. Amazingly, I survived this difficult time away. I left NTTC on 27 July 2018 and had nothing to show for my eight years in service but regret.
I returned to a flurry of legal matters and had to sell my home and my ex-wife was able to gain primary custody of our boys as the court system is very biased towards women. I never once hit her or tried to hurt her but was treated like **** I never wanted any of this and it makes me sick. Thankfully, friends from my old church took me in and let me stay for 6 months, close to rent free. Another church friend got me a job with a DOD contractor by September 1st. Even though I was taken care of, I felt the military did not one thing to aid in the process. In fact, they hindered my success. I did it all myself or with the help of my friends.
I now am happy to say that I met a neighbor of my church friends and we are now living together. She has taken care of me since most of my income now goes towards spousal support and child support. There is no way another person could have gone through this type of situation and come out of it as well as I did. This speaks to my character and probably all of the horrible situations I had to deal with in the military. I completely understand why vets become homeless and despondent. There has to be better ways to help vets. Family legal services would be a huge help to name one.
I would love to speak in more detail to another human being about what I can do to improve this from happening to someone else. I do not want to see more vague surveys and emails from the VA.
Thank You.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
Does she look out to sky at night,
whilst i'm a world away,
that we might see cosmic light,
not so far from the blindness of day
For when she sees the majesties,
that i might look upon,
our distance, not so great as galaxies
ever moving, on and on.
I look into the depths
of waves, and space, and thought
every view beheld sharing breaths
in hopes our time apart will fade to but a fraught.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
Drug Sub War
The drug sub became the new menace
Replacing the Toyota engined powerboats
And outdated drug running planes that got splashed
Sleek, able to travel underwater
More than the semi-submersible craft
Using a snorkel like **** U-Boats did
A group of foreign designers made them
Contracted by the drug cartels
To make an almost undetectable vehicle
Costing millions fitted with both low and high tech gear
Like GPS, night and day camera periscope and more
Able to dive at will hundreds of feet below
Remaining silent under battery power
But they didn't realize how persistent the US Navy was
Who specialized in hunting subs and now had a new opponent
Not Red China or Neo Soviet enemy subs hunting American carriers
It was Narco Subs from Central and South America
Each one carrying between one and eight tons of drugs
Pure Class A narcotics to **** North American youth
The US Navy used P-3 Orions, P-8 Poseidens and anti-sub choppers
To find the stealthy subs and take the appropriate measures
Calling destroyers and frigates who chased the subs down
Forcing them to surface with small depth charges
When drug sub crews fought back with machine guns
The navy sank them with all available weapons
For this war war, a war of innocent versus guilty
On the ocean no law court was needed...
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
We share a tale,
of vaulted views
and columned pews.
With dappled light
through glass bejewelled
comes solemn rays,
shining down
on kneeling few
and dusted air.
Though far between
our different times
the hallowed halls
our paths have shared
on shores we've seen,
though separately.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC