A SAILOR'S PRAYER
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
Grant no other sailor take
My shoes and socks before I wake
Lord grant me in my slumber
and keep my hammock on it's number
may no clews or lashings break
and let me down before I wake
keep me safely in thy sight
and grant no fire drill tonight
and in the morning let me wake
breathing scents of sirlion steaks
God protect me in my dreams
and make this better than it seems
grant that time may swiftly fly
when myself shall rise on high
In a snowy feather bed
where I long to rest my head
Far away from all these scenes
from the smell of halfdone beans
Take me back into the land
where they don't scrub down with sand
where no demon typhoon blows
where women wash the cloths
God thou knowest all my woes
feed me in my dying throes
Take me back I promise then
Never to leave home again
unknown author
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Deceased shipmates
Trying to contact crew members after so many years was very difficult. Understandably, it would be very easy to be misinformed. If anyone reading this material finds an error, please contact Jim Currie or Duane Sprimont. Refer to Contact Page.
A special note for a special friend who died in 1964 while still in the Navy. His name was Clarence M. "Bud" Ferling. Ray Sizemore, Bud Ferling and I, Bob Hand, Joined the Navy together in 1952. We went through Boot Camp together, then assigned to the LST 1122. We spent four years together. The best time of my life.
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