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What Every Sonarman Dreads
By Ronald LeRoy Payne
Submitted by: Russell Avery
We were all alone one eve.
I, in my rack dreaming of Jeneve
When the silence was pierced by a horrible cry.
SONAR FOREVER, I’LL PING TILL I DIE.
I grabbed my pants and rushed
on deck.
There stood a soundman a horrible wreck.
His eyes were bulging, his face all white
SONAR FOREVER TARGET DRIFT RIGHT.
The medic grabbed him and
took him below.
Doc, just stood there and shook his head no.
No hope for the soundman and his cry.
SONAR FOREVER, THE DOPPLER IS HIGH.
So. . .the navy decided to
muster him out.
They had no use for the sound phyco lout.
His screaming and hollering on his sea going tug.
SONAR FOREVER, POSSIBLE SUB.
Now he’s a civi. . .his
improvement is slight.
For if you listen close, on a pitch black night.
You can still hear his cry.
SONAR FOREVER I’LL PING TILL DIE.
So take heed radarmen and ETs
too.
Remember it could have been you.
Screaming and hollering that horrible cry.
SONAR FOREVER I’LL PING TILL I DIE.
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