The Submarine Must Breach
By the burial bank, where the Tin Fish lay,
A submariners story was told of a distant day.
We declare, near a stone of rest,
honor we bear in a heart distressed,
A legend of truth, so few dare tell,
Of the homelands where old sorrows dwell.
“Come back to the Navy,” they declare,
for the numbers are on the edge of despair.
In Navy Headquarters, a feast is laid,
While soldiers endure both battle and blade.
The dead statesman, long gone, left a soiled name,
Yet his work endures, still fueling the flame.
How must eternity abide? Two nations’ minds—lore—
begin with memory’s tide, thoughts divide, and often war.
A moral code and the voice shakes,
strength is bestowed, yet none awakes.
The cries resound, of battles brave,
yet despair is found in paths to the grave.
In the rhythm of battle and the tide’s refrain,
We follow the call—Back To The Navy Again.
WoPoLi 
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