Ode to an Ice Berg

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My clothes are smelly and my armpits itch

My beard is scraggly and my eyeballs twitch

Six thousand feet - my ears won't pop

The head valve opens - I blow my top

Injection temperatures thirty degrees

and frigid drafts wafts ‘round my knees

 

Icy droplets form big as a dollar

To fall unerringly down inside my collar

They say a man's not lived until he's gambled

Tomorrow morning I be we get eggs, scrambled

The following day two will get you five

We get hot cakes served with some groovy jive

 

I stand my watches, and sleep and eat

And fight like hell for a movie seat

The torpedo room echoes with six-guns roar

Two times a day, at one and four

We've books to read and games to play

But all hands try to devise a way

 

To figure a silly game called "If and When"

We'll ever get back to Pearl Harbor again

I'm cold and I'm weary and I rue the day

This mission was assigned to an "SSK"....

 

Written by Phil Massicotte and one of his shipmates while doing his thing on a Northern Run in 1956.  Phil served aboard the USS Bonita SSK 3 as well as three other boats.. Charr, Capitaine, and the Bonefish.