In spankng whie uniforms, young agile sailors drift to an fro in timing with the sea, their snow white pea caps perched atop clean lines of close cropped youthful (yet colorful) hair, bobbing as it were, like a crowd of daisies on a bright sunshine summery morn, this is how they looked the day they sailed to their then unknown destiny, away then, they skittered and scurried like mice upon being spotted furtively seeking hiding spaces, and they disappeared into the bowels of the long yet staut gray hued ship that would be their home and mother both for nearly a year, their goodbyes floating like tossed garlands overboard, soon forgotten and carried away forever to some place unknown or maybe even the deep, the dreaded deep that seems to await them in their dreams.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 19:40:36 +0000
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