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The Seabees' Consolation
Aug. 16, 2016 |
By Seabee Magazine
By Metalsmith 2nd Class Bernard (Barney) O'Donnell, 117 Naval Construction Battalion
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Editors note: The following poem was sent to Seabee Online by ME2 ODonnells great-nephew, Christopher Werner. From World War II to the present, any Seabee who has worn the uniform can understand the sentiment behind the poem. ME2 ODonnell died in service to his country on Saipan one year after writing the poem, on November 19, 1944.
The Seabees' Consolation
Written on Nov. 11, 1943, Gulfport, Mississippi
Im sitting here thinking of the things I left behind
Id hate to put in writing just what is on my mind
Weve dug a million ditches, and cleaned off acres of ground
Weve tried to find some liberty in honky-tonky towns
But theres one consolation gather round me while I tell
When we die, well go to heaven, for weve had our stretch in hell.
We built a million kitchens, for the cooks to burn our beans
We stood a million guard mounts, and weve cleaned the camp latrines
Weve slept at night with scorpions; weve peeled a million spuds
And killed a million snakes and ants, who tried to steal our grub
When our words on earth are over, then our friends behind will tell
When they died, they went to heaven, for they had their stretch in hell.
When the final taps are sounded, and we lay aside lifes cares
And we stand our last inspection on the shining golden stairs
The angels they will welcome us, and their golden harps will play
Well dream a million canteen checks and spend them in a day
It is there well hear St. Peter tell us with a loudly yell
Come in, you boys of the Seabees, for youve done your time in hell.
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