Summer of Our Youth

Summer of Our Youth

By Garland Davis


We fought against the North with

sweat dripping in Tonkin as we

rearmed five inch and stacked it just so

upon metal decks and magazine racks.


Those days and years have vanished like a dream

When stack gases blew over a sea

as flat and calm as the face of a mirror with a

heavy cruiser silhouetted against the sunrise.