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Bubble Heads are not the same
as others who sail the briny
main.
Angles and dangles are what
they craved,
while skimmers bobbed from
wave to wave.
We spent our youth on fast
attacks
with bug juice grape and coffee
black.
We smoked our flicks and rigged
for red,
and used a hot rack for a bed.
Mid rats, com rats, non-qual
pukes,
A gang, O gang, E div. nukes.
Field days, ORSE boards, OPs
PMs,
Steamers, buddies, shipmates,
friends.
I remember all these things,
I spent my youth on submarines.
So if you ask me I will boast,
the men I knew stood out from
most.
Volunteers who stood the test,
and wear the dolphins on their
chest.
And though I'm old and getting
gray,
I'm still as proud as hell
to say.
Submariners are not the same,
as others who sail the briny
main!
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