Leaving in the Morning

Leaving in the Morning

By Garland Davis

Walking along among the lights of Magsaysay Drive

Me and Mercy making our way toward the night

I can hear the songs from the entertainers, the girls

Begging sailors inside

Watching the summer sun slowly fall from sight

There’s a warm wind from over the bay

Filling the streets with the smell of Subic

Mercy pushes her hand into my hand

Said she likes the feel of her hand in mine

In the morning, the ship is leaving, making way to the Gunline

Tonight, I’m sure we’ll be just fine

For the time left together

And I know for tonight she will be mine

The band is playing in the country bar

I laid out the cash for a couple of drinks

And while we are dancing, she wraps her arms around me

And I can feel her arms and body pulling me in

While we sway to the music

She tells me she loves me

And I laugh because I know it isn’t true

But, our time together draws to an end tonight

And, Mercy, there’s so much I want to do with you.


7 thoughts on “Leaving in the Morning

  1. ww2 Aussie poem I bumped into in ’66 wespac, Brisbane, Tiru ss416. Then we bumped into Fredrick Reef.


    Sailor, we all stare at you
    Not because we are laughing:
    nor that we envy
    the bottle on your hip
    (beer as we know it should be cold), 
    and that girl with her grip 
    monkey-tight in your pocket
    (better the blondes that grow old).

    Sailor, we all stare at you
    Not because we are laughing
    although your wide trousers
    go flippity flap
    (we have worn clothes as odd)
    and if your hat
    makes a sailor-suit boy of you-
    they say its the young who are god.

    Sailor, we all stare at you,
    because you are mystery:
    one who has walked 
    on the dark of the green
    while we were afraid to be drowned
    one who has been
    with the seas of great silence 
    and now  touches ground

    Sailor we all stare a you
    because death has been under you
    days have been seas
    you have cast off from land 
    and now you’ve no home.
    While we who have manned
    this old coffin earth
    have never, will never
    face death having known.



  2. BTC Richard Honaker says:

    This is so true. Been there done that. Brings back a lot of memories even though a lot of years have passed. Every time we pulled in she was always waiting for me. I know she was not true, it was her way of living but she always remembered me.

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  3. You have captured the same feelings in your words that I have had, still have for that “special One”. Although not true love…a love of the heart no less. It is amazing what the Asia Westpac Sailor has learned and can still learn. The memories are still very strong Garland…thanks for keeping them alive!

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  4. gmgafprhovet says:

    I laugh when someone looks down their nose at a bar girl. I had a chance to get to know so many of them. And to know them well; their life, their story . . So many of them ARE BETTER PEOPLE THAN I WILL EVER BE.
    These are relationships that have humbled me. Relationships that, over time (I am a slow learner), have helped ME to become a better (though flawed) human being.


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