by Brion Boyles

Here’s my take on all my old Navy ships sent to the bottom: No matter how deep she lies, in how many parts, the echo of me and my shipmates still pass along her decks and in her honeycomb of passageways, along with the currents and fishes… salt water still runs thru her veins, and her end is well deserved and peaceful.

I’d rather see her spray up a plume of bubbles and foam, noisily waving “Good-Bye!” thru fire and smoke…than see some picture of her in a Texas mud ditch, being hacked up by non-squids for a paltry palm-ful of pennies.