|They say we have it easy, and maybe
they are right.
We've never felt a depth charge, we've
never seen a fight.
We don't stink of diesel, we wash our
clothes each week.
The nukes will make us tons of water,
our hull it doesn't leak.
The smokeboat sailors have their fun,
they say no boomer's cool,
"Hey squid can I come on your boat
and swim around your pool?"
They say we're soft, we'll never know,
just what their boats went through
to end a war they didn't start and
wish they never knew.
Yes it's true, our fish stay dry, none
pass the outer doors.
But wasn't that the final goal of The
War to End All Wars?
So listen now, and listen well, we
stand our watches well
and if the time should ever come, we
too, will face our hell.
You did your job, you've earned our
thanks, and the lessons that you taught
are passed to each and every nub that
thinks that he's so hot.
His quals will be as tough as when
you first filled out your card.
No sleazy sigs will sully what was
meant to be damned hard.
For when those dolphins are tacked on,
you know he'll beam with pride.
And pass on those traditions of the
men who fought and died.
We share the tales we've heard from
you, sometimes we change the names.
But don't you ever start to think,
we're out here playing games.
We might not have to close and shoot,
a ship that's in our scope.
Our mission differs from what you had,
and so, you'd better hope,
that in our life, your children's too,
in fact, for long past that,
that we will never get flash traffic
with a message that
cause birds, not fish, to swim away
and bring their judgement down
on an enemy that we've not seen, nor
pinged with sonar sound.
For if we ever fire those shots and
bring the fury of the sun
to those who threaten you and yours,
then our hell has just begun.
You came back heroes to your homes,
maybe greeted with a band.
But we'll come back to nothing, no
homes, no kids, no land.
For our war will be the one that really
is the end.
It started with the fires of hell that
we were told to send.
So go ahead and have your fun, we'll
take on your best shot,
but then go home, and go to sleep,
our job is finished not.
We'll just go on making more patrols,
not much to do out here.
Four knots to nowhere, punching holes
in an ocean, without fear.