|Of all the mighty warships that ever
sailed the Seven Seas,
Deadliest were the submarines and Requin
was one of these.
Three hundred feet from stem to stern,
twenty seven on her beam,
Not very big as warships go but warfare
was her dream.
She came alive in ‘forty five with Slade
Cutter as Cee-Oh,
Then headed for Pearl Harbor to give the
Japs another go.
Next came the disappointing news of the
Although they knew they’d missed a fight,
it was a time for celebration.
Skippers come and skippers go, Requin
had her share of them,
There were Green, Street, Frame, and Meyer,
and Captain Frothingham,
Captain Maynard, Leonard Erb, and last
was Henry Bress,
No better captains ever lived than Requin’s
CO’s, I guess.
Then came the men who manned her from
far across the greatest nation,
From every state, they signed on to fulfill
Stewart, Buckner, Born, and Stuke and the
one they called Doc Rohr,
They came on board and did their jobs to
help US to win the Cold War.
There were Zukowski, Knight, Jim Sannerud,
and so many, many more,
For over twenty years they fought to keep
the Commies from our shore,
Dex Armstrong and Mike Hemming who replaced
Tink Garlock when he died,
So many boys who learned too fast the high
cost of Navy Pride.
For it’s a simple fact that all must
learn before their hitch is over,
Though Navy life is an adventurous life,
it’s not all a bed of clover.
They go to sea to see the world and the
good life where it finds them,
But one little slip and the lesson is,
Death lurks just behind them.
Requin was born in Portsmouth back in
Nineteen Forty Five,
Though she no longer roams the waves, yet
she is still alive.
She has a berth in Pittsburgh on the Ohio
A Museum piece, she lies in peace and will
patrol the seas no more.
Hand salute to noble Requin and to all
her gallant crews,
No longer will they fall asleep to the
sound of her twin screws.
No more her diesel engines rumble, no longer
dives she ‘neath the wave,
Brave submariners of the Requin, hand salute
for all you gave!