I Remember

Here’s to us, one and all

Who heard the message and answered the call

To break away from the old mainstream and live our lives on a submarine.

Sub School gave us the chance to pass the test

To declare that we were The Best of the Best.

When we left New London with orders in hand

We all headed out on different courses for distant, faraway lands.

Some went East coast some went West

But no matter where you ended up, your first boat’s the best.

You reported on board not knowing what to think

But now you’re known to all as a nub and a dink.

You learn about Tradition and learn about Pride,

You learn about Honor and the men who have died,

You learn about the heritage that’s been passed on to you

Because now you’re considered one of the crew.

You study that boat from bow to stern

From the conning tower to the bilges, it’s your duty to learn

Where and what makes that boat go, how it operates and in what direction it flows

How to charge those batteries and keep them alive or how to rig the boat for dive

Draw those systems fore and aft, blow the shitters, Check the draft

These are duties that you must glean when you live your life on a submarine

When you’ve learned all there is to know about your boat

You show ’em you know it, by your walk through vote

You go before the Qual Board, card in hand

Where they question and grill you to beat the band

And when you think you can take no more

They tell you to wait just outside the door.

For what seems like eons, Time stands still

And when they call you in, you feel quite ill!

But they congratulate you for doing so good

And welcome you into their Brotherhood.

Right of passage declares that you must drink your “fish”.

And the tacking on process is not something you wish

But you wear those dolphins on your chest with pride

Because down deep in your heart, you know you’re Qualif ied.

It seems like yesterday, it seems like a dream

That I truly lived on a submarine

Most Boats are gone, a memory of time

I wonder what happened to that crew of mine?

The Old Boats that are left, are all museums

And even if you rode ’em, you have to pay admission to see ’em.

So here’s to us, those that remember

Who rode the boats out in all kinds of weather

To those past, present and even the future

To those young, hardy lads who still love adventure

So let’s lift our glasses and have a toast

To the memory of those daring young sailors and their undersea boats.

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