When you’re sitting in Combat, all the blue lights aglow,
It’s not easy to tell pong from ping.
But the sonar sounds clearer, and the sub is much nearer
As you stand on the starboard bridge wing.
When refueling at sea with Brazil’s LST
You’re so nervous your ears start to ring.
But their zig-zagging track seems as calm as a rack
When you’re out on the starboard bridge wing.
Either Z-5-O or anti-ship ops
Can be dangerous — safety’s the thing.
But the drone or the sled will appear good as dead
When you’re called to the starboard bridge wing.
You’ve entered the minefield Callao, Peru.
It’s so hot that your pants start to cling.
But the El Niño air doesn’t soothe your derriere
As you’re reamed on the starboard bridge wing. (more…)