I am the American Sailor
Hear my voice, America!
Though I speak through the
mist of 200 years, my shout for freedom will echo through liberty’s halls for
many centuries to come. Hear me speak, for my words are of truth justice and the
rights of man. For those ideals I have spilled my blood upon the world’s
troubled waters. Listen well, for my time is eternal yours is but a moment. I am
the spirit of heroes past and future. I am the American Sailor. I was born upon
the icy shores at Plymouth, rocked upon the waves of the Atlantic, and nursed in
the wilderness of Virginia. I cut my teeth on New England codfish, and I was
clothed in southern cotton. I built muscle at the halyards of New Bedford
whalers, and I gained my sea legs high atop mizzen of Yankee clipper ships. Yes,
I am the American Sailor, one of the greatest seamen the world has ever known.
The sea is my home and my words are tempered by the sound of paddle wheels on
the Mississippi. I have heard the songs of whales off Greenland’s barren
shore. My eyes have grown dim from the glare of sunshine on blue water, and my
heart is full of star-strewn nights under the Southern Cross. My hands are raw
from winter storms while sailing down round the Horn, and they are blistered
from the heat of cannon broadside while defending our nation.
I am the American Sailor, and I have seen the sunset of a thousand
distant, lonely lands. I am the American Sailor. It was I who stood tall beside
John Paul Jones as he shouted, “I have not yet begun to fight!”
I fought upon the Lake Erie with Perry, and I rode with Stephen Decatur
into Tripoli harbor to burn Philadelphia. I
met Guerriere aboard Constitution, and I was lashed to the mast with Admiral
Farragut at Mobile Bay. I have heard the clang of Confederate shot against the
sides of Monitor. I have suffered the cold with Peary at the North Pole, and I
responded when Dewy said, “You may fire when ready Gridley,” at Manila Bay. It was I who transported supplies through submarine infested
waters when our soldier’s were called “over there.” I was there as Admiral Byrd crossed the South Pole.
It was I who went down with the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, who supported
our troops at Inchon, and patrolled dark deadly waters of the Mekong Delta. I am
the American Sailor and I wear many faces. I am a pilot soaring across God’s
blue canopy and I am a Seabee atop a dusty bulldozer in the South Pacific. I am
a corpsman nursing the wounded in the jungle, and I am a torpedoman in the
Nautilus deep beneath the North Pole. I am hard and I am strong. But it was my
eyes that filled with tears when my brother went down with the Thresher and
Scorpion and it was my heart that rejoiced when Commander Shepherd rocketed into
orbit above the earth. It was I who languished in a Viet Cong prison camp, and
it was I who walked upon the moon. It was I who saved the Stark and the Samuel
B. Roberts in the mine infested waters of the Persian Gulf.
It was I who pulled my brothers from the smoke filled compartments of the
Bonefish and wept when my shipmates died on the Iowa and White Plains. When
called again, I was there, on the tip of the spear for Operations Desert Shield
and Desert Storm.
I am the American Sailor.
I am woman, I am man, I am white and black, yellow, red and brown. I am
Jew, Muslim, Christian, and Buddhist. I am Irish, Filipino, African, French,
Chinese, and Indian. And my
standard is the outstretched hand of Liberty. Today, I serve around the world;
on land, in air, on and under the sea. I serve proudly, at peace once again, but
with the fervent prayer that I need not be called again. Tell your children of
me. Tell them of my sacrifice, and how my spirit soars above their country. I
have spread the mantle of my nation over the ocean, and I will guard her
forever. I am her heritage and yours.
I
am the American Sailor.
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