Is A Poetry In Ships' Names
It can still be
heard in the quiet watches of the night..., when mist obscures the waterfront
and foghorns call mournfully through the darkness. Out across the bay,
blinking lights mark the channel down which Navy ships have sailed for
a hundred years, and bells sound a knell for those that never came back.
There is no quiet Arlington for ships; their bones rust in unknown lands
beneath the sea.
The names that
entered history in minutes filled with fire and thunder are soon forgotten,
except in long hours of the night when the bells call the roll of missing
--- Fletcher Pratt