Here are some poems that "Ducimus" (creator of TMO) posted on SubSim.
Let it never be said that we don't remember,
What Submariners have done since that day in December.
The sun shown bright on that Pearl Harbor morning.
When the enemy attacked with little or no warning.
The Tautog was there with no time to think,
And splashed one Japanese plane right down in the drink.
She sent twenty-six ships to the depths of the sea,
And came to be known as the "Terrible T."
The Sealion at Cavite was the first to be caught,
She was moored to a pier but bravely she fought.
Two bombs exploded, through the hull they did rip.
And many brave submariners died in their ship.
There were many proud boats like the Perch and the Finback.
The Kraken, the Haddock, the Scamp, and the Skipjack.
We remember the Halibut, Blenny, and Darter.
And never forget Sam Dealey in Harder.
Cutter and Seahorse's torpedoes ran true,
She targeted the enemy and sank many Marus.
And although the enemy was quite filled with hate,
"Red" Ramage and Parche showed many their fate.
"Mush" Morton and Wahoo never backed down from a fight.
Fluckey and Barb entered Namkwan Harbor one night.
Many airman were saved by O'Kane and the Tang.
Some owe their lives to Seafox, Tigrone, and Trepang.
We remember the honorable boat called Barbel.
Before she was lost, she gave the enemy hell.
The Sturgeon, the Trigger, the Pollack had heart.
The Torsk made the last two frigates depart.
Nowadays the cold war seems to be a big factor,
And submarines are powered by nuclear reactors.
The proud names are still there, the Tautog did shine,
But her hull number by then, was Six Thirty Nine.
Many boats gave their all with heroic namesakes,
Like Thresher, Scorpion, Nautilus, and Skate.
The Seadragon, Swordfish, Richard B. Russell and Dace.
Have all stood out to sea and heard the enemies trace.
We remember "Forty-One For Freedom" whose patrols couldn't fail.
The George Washington, Andrew Jackson, and Nathan Hale.
Now the Alaska and Nebraska and other Tridents are here.
They patrol the deep oceans so aggressive nations have fear.
There are new boats on the line called Cheyenne and Wyoming.
They will all do us proud like the old Gudgeon and Grayling.
So take time each day and think of the past,
Then toast the new Seawolf, for she's quiet and fast.
Let it never be said that we don't remember,
What submariners have done since that day in December.
The sun still shines bright every Pearl Harbor Morning.
But never forget the enemy attacks without warning.
(c)
By John Chaffey, Powell, WY
SSN639, SSN687, SSBN619
I'M THE GALLOPING GHOST OF THE JAPANESE COAST
I'm the galloping ghost of the Japanese coast.
You don't hear of me and my crew
But just ask any man off the coast of Japan.
If he knows of the Trigger Maru.
I look sleek and slender alongside my tender.
With others like me at my side,
But we'll tell you a story of battle and glory,
As enemy waters we ride.
I've been stuck on a rock, felt the depth charge's shock,
Been north to a place called Attu,
and I've sunk me two freighters atop the equator
Hot work, but the sea was cold blue.
I've cruised close inshore and carried the war
to the Empire Island Honshu,
While they wire Yokahama I could see Fujiyama,
So I stayed, to admire the view.
When we rigged to run silently, deeply I dived,
And within me the heat was terrific.
My men pouring sweat, silent and yet
Cursed me and the whole damned Pacific.
Then destroyers came sounding and depth charges pounding
My submarine crew took the test.
Far in that far off land there are no friends on hand,
To answer a call of distress.
I was blasted and shaken (some damage I be taken),
my hull bleeds and pipe lines do, too
I've come in from out there for machinery repair,
And a rest for me and my crew.
I got by on cool nerve and in silence I served,
Though I took some hard knocks in return,
One propeller shaft sprung and my battery's done,
But the enemy ships I saw burn.
I'm the galloping ghost of the Japanese coast,
You don't hear of me and my crew.
But just ask any man off the coast of Japan,
If he knows of the Trigger Maru.
By Constantine Guiness, MOMM 1/C, USN
