O’ Navy, farewell old friend. You have been dear to me, and have shared with me experiences unimaginable, but soon I shall leave your bosom. You held my hand when I was so young, guiding me across the mysterious waters of worldly travel, worldly women and worldly alcohol. I shall always remember the Blue Motorcycle you handed me in Palma. I shall never forget Iranian night at The Mix in Dubai, nor the time you locked me in the bathroom in Naples. O’ Navy, you have been my friend, my advocate, my lover.
I am a family man now, and pulling away from the pier has grown oh so bitter sweet. My heart breaks every time I must leave my wife and child ashore, and the pleasures of sailing have faded and dulled. The wenches are less fun, the grog is less groggy. The sea foam has lost its mystical glow. The time has come for me to part ways with my dearest of partners. Farewell, o’ Navy. I shall always bleed Navy Blue.
Anchors aweigh, my boys. Anchors aweigh. Farewell to foreign shores, we sail at the break of day. Through our last night ashore, drink to the foam. Until we meet once more, here’s wishing you a happy voyage home.
-Sailor Matt
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Farewell Old Friends
Farewell old friends
This has been the best it could've been
Farewell old friends
And we won't forget
The times we've spent
As for me and my countrymen
We are headed out to sea
And there's no way that this is the end for them or for me
So farewell
Heh - wenches are less fun, indeed.
Hey, dude.
~Cap'n Joe
Holy crap, da Cap'n posted on me blog. Aar, matey!
Thanks for the killer lyrics. Well played.
The closer I get to getting out, the more I appreciate the Navy. An ironic thing...
41 days and counting.
Hey Matt. My Uncle George was a Navy man, and my da was in the Queens own Highlanders. I would sit listening to the two of them bang on about the army/navy life for hours on end. They had some stories that would make you crack up laughing, or break down crying.
I have the upmost respect for what you guys do.
My mate Dave was in the British Navy. He did a tour of duty in Iraq the first time round. He got drunk one night and told me about some of the stuff that went down over there. He even had video footage of heads being fished out of the water. There’s something I never want to see again.
I’m sure you’ll get used to being a civilian. You boys are made of hardy stuff. Good luck ya old sea dog!
Thanks, matey! I appreciate the vote of confidence. I've been trying to think of something really creative to do with my dress blues uniform before I get out... Maybe Pat's newest contest will be a good venue for that.
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