|From the sands of Iwo Jima to the shores
From the beach of Okinawa to the boot of
We fought the fight, the good fight, and
received our just acclaim
From New York to Francisco, we got our
share of fame.
But what about the other guys who came
after World War Two,
The ones who fought beneath the waves wearing
Theirs was the Silent Service and for that
they got no thanks
Unlike the guys who flew the fighters and
the ones who manned the tanks.
Their job was a stealthy one down beneath
the ocean wave,
Constant vigil was required to avoid a
But things go wrong on Navy ships with
no hint of alarm,
And when they do on submarines, the crew
has “bought the farm.”
I know some men who sailed the seas,
both Pacific and Atlantic,
‘Neath the bergs of the Arctic where things
can get quite frantic.
There’s Sid and Dex and Joe and Tex and
another one called SOB
And then there’s Ron and Bill and Don and
even one named COB.
The list goes on, another Ron, he of
the Warshot fame,
A guy named Chet, and old Ramjet who played
the sonar game,
There’s Jim and Fred, one called Red and
another one named Bill
Throttleman, also Dan, and I think there’s
one named Will.
There’s CoolBob, another Rob, Bob Perry
and ol’ Whalen
Another Joe, and ol’ Skibo, my memory is
There’s Len and Ken , John Cole and Ben
and finally John Kill
John Wynn and Roy, and old Cowboy and two
by the name of Gil.
These are the boys who went to sea and
came back home as men
But there were some who went to sea and
were never seen again.
You know them well, you bubbleheads, the
ones you called shipmate.
And when they died, you died some, too,
and thus you shared their fate.
Now comes the time for each of us to
thank you who held the line
In what we called the Cold War, a war of
a different kind,
And so, I ask you people who for long have
stood so mute,
Please give thanks to your protectors,
altogether: "HAND SALUTE!!"