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 and the song of whales off
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 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 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
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.-
Port of Call
Music is "Eternal Father" The Navy Hymn