The U.S.S. Rich
An original poem by Fred D. Rockwell, S1c, 46-48
 
                                                                                               I was there back in forty six,
the day she was commissioned, the USS Rich;

A young lowly seaman, is all I was,
Not much of a beard, but a lot of fuzz;

But I swept her decks when I was called,
And fired her guns to the amazement of all;

I went over her side and scraped her plates,
The job I admit, wasn't that great;

There were sharks down there as you well know,
that made me nervous, that watery toe;

I took her helm as a seaman should,
And steered her course as best I could;

It was an honor to serve on 820s deck,
I'll always remember, I'll never forget.
  January, 2008





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