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Had the dog watch from midnight till four
walking up and down the bridge never at ease,
training his binoculars down to the sea to look
for the white stripe of a torpedo coming towards
the ship. During the war his ship had been hit he
had acted heroically, a transient minister of defence
had pinned a medal to his chest, but his recurring
nightmare was of men aflame throwing themselves
into a sea afire; he had to be alert mustn’t let it
happen again, even though, the war was long over.
The company had decided to let him go he was
making everybody nervous, gently told him that
he would be better off ashore, where I’m sure he
would be quite helpless. Stay in a B&B till money
ran out than be a tramp forever walking the docks
looked down on and called a drunk and no one would
ever know that once he had been a hero of the sea.

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First Officer Carlson

Contributed by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Wednesday, 18th December 2002 @ 04:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

First Officer Carlson

Had the dog watch from midnight till four
walking up and down the bridge never at ease,
training his binoculars down to the sea to look
for the white stripe of a torpedo coming towards
the ship. During the war his ship had been hit he
had acted heroically, a transient minister of defence
had pinned a medal to his chest, but his recurring
nightmare was of men aflame throwing themselves
into a sea afire; he had to be alert mustn’t let it
happen again, even though, the war was long over.
The company had decided to let him go he was
making everybody nervous, gently told him that
he would be better off ashore, where I’m sure he
would be quite helpless. Stay in a B&B till money
ran out than be a tramp forever walking the docks
looked down on and called a drunk and no one would
ever know that once he had been a hero of the sea.

Copyright Â© Jan_Oskar_Hansen ... [ 2002-12-18 16:00:00]
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Re: First Officer Carlson (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Wednesday, 18th December 2002 @ 06:09:13 PM AEST
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I love the last lines of this poem...tramp forever walking the docks looked down on and called a drunk and no one would ever know that once he had been a hero of the sea...ahh that's pretty...thanks for sharing this one jan i enjoyed it alot...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

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