No sane man ever sails those seas,
And expects to live it through.
So thank your stars,
You have fighting tars,
Who wear the Navy Blue.
We don’t fly over your city,
Or march with a heavy pack.
But the Navy takes you there,
And do our best to bring you back.
No frantic crowds to see us off,
No commotion in the town.
And when we’re lost in action,
It’s just another ship gone down.
There’s no more than a whistle,
As we slip quietly to sea.
To protect our precious merchant fleet,
From the ruthless enemy.
We face the cold Atlantic,
The ice bergs, snow and sleet.
No matter what the sacrifice,
For us there’s no retreat.
We’re tossed about by the angry seas,
And battered on the run.
Bombed by enemy aircraft,
And blasted by their gun.
It’s freezing on the upper deck,
And hot as hell below.
We’re seasick, bruised and battered,
But the convoy must go through.
We guard your vital food supplies,
Your planes, your guns and tanks.
For your existence over there,
to Merchant Boys give thanks.
Give credit to your Army,
And Air Force where its due.
But we’d like you to remember,
That you have a Navy too.”
God Bless and keep reading