Back Out There

Back Out There

By Garland Davis

Running around in these new civilian clothes

Uncomfortable to say the least

Running out of patience, rather I was wearing dungarees

In my dreams I watch them steaming past

Numbers on their bows their identify

I can wish one would slow and take me aboard

Cause in this life ashore only the cars pass

The day is done, would that I could hear “Sweepers”

Meanwhile at sea

Darken ship, red lights are on, the movie soon

Supper is finished; mess deck secured

I see, Sun sinking out low over the bow

Playing games in the Mess and smoking cigarettes

Whiskey waits in another port

Funny the things you thought you’d never miss

In this strange, crazy civilian world

I miss the dolphin escort at the bow

I miss the rush of the flying fish as they flee

I miss being somebody everyone knows there

Everybody knows each other

I miss those Tin Can days

Walking the decks and passageways

The sound of the sonar’s song

Oh, I wish I could go back

Well, I found a girl out there; but we don’t fit in here

It seems so hard to breathe in this civilian world

I need to be where I can see that great Western Ocean

One of these days I’ll pack up and take her back out there

Navy, my world for so many years

Why did it have to end so soon

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7 thoughts on “Back Out There

  1. RICHARD HONAKER BTC says:

    72 years old and I dream of those times weekly. Really miss all and yes everyone knew all aboard. Worked down below and loved every minute of it. There were good times and bad times, but the good out weighed the bad. Miss going top side, when I got the chance.

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  2. Bill Cloonan says:

    I think/know that the readers of your missives feel the same Garland. Oh yes, such great times we had on the rolling and tossing waves. I miss the smells, the sounds, the wonderful sunsets, and yes even the heavy seas. It was grand my friends!

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  3. 73 and to this day remember reporting on board the USS Gearing DD -710 Dec. 63. Being a young recruit was assigned to the deck force. Up at 0400 and out on deck holding morning watch. In port painting the ship and standing quarter deck watch. At standing bridge watch and doing what deck work needed to be done. Went from deck to the galley and cooked for the enlisted until 1966. The experience of life on that Tin Can was hard, but it taught me how to endure and make something of myself. Retired in 1983 after serving on 3 more surface ships and 3 submarines.

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  4. Jerry W. Juliana says:

    I retired 33 years ago today, yet it seems like I can remember everyday of my career with crystal clarity. I would happily relive that life in a heartbeat if I could do it all over again. From reporting to the Naval Training Center right out of high school, to making Chief, to retiring after 22+ years, and everything in between those milestones, I consider myself lucky to have had the privilege and to have shared my career with people who are still “shipmates” today.

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    • I would do the same because it’s an experience like no other. Like you said about remembering every moment it’s true. From basic training in 63 and everthing else in between before retiring in 83

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