I Am the American Sailor:

Hear my voice, America! Though I speak through the mist of 200 years, my shout for 
freedom will echo through liberty's halls for many centuries to come. Hear me speak, for 
my words are of truth and justice, and the rights of man. For those ideals I have spilled 
my blood upon the world's troubled waters. Listen well, for my time is eternal -yours is 
but a moment.

 I am the spirit of heroes past and future. I am the American Sailor. I was born upon the 
icy shores at Plymouth, rocked upon the waves of the Atlantic, and nursed in the 
wilderness of Virginia. I cut my teeth on New England codfish, and I was clothed in 
southern cotton. I built muscle at the halyards of New Bedford whalers, and I gained my 
sea legs high atop mizzen of Yankee clipper ships. Yes, I am the American Sailor, one of 
the greatest seamen the world has ever known. The sea is my home and my words are 
tempered by the sound of paddle wheels on the Mississippi and the song of whales off 
Greenland's barren shore. My eyes have grown dim from the glare of sunshine on blue 
water, and my heart is full of star-strewn nights under the Southern Cross. My hands are 
raw from winter storms while sailing down round the Horn, and they are  blistered from 
the heat of cannon broadside while defending our nation. I am the American Sailor, and I 
have seen the sunset of a thousand distant, lonely lands. I am the American Sailor. It was 
I who stood tall beside John Paul Jones as he shouted "I have not yet begun to fight!" I 
fought upon the Lake Erie with Perry, and I rode with Stephen Decatur into Tripoli harbor 
to burn Philadelphia. I met Guerriere aboard Constitution, and I was lashed to the mast 
with Admiral Farragut at Mobile Bay. I have heard the clang of Confederate shot against 
the sides of Monitor. I have suffered the cold with Peary at the North Pole, and I 
responded when Dewy said, "You may fire when ready Gridley," at Manila Bay. It was I 
who transported supplies through submarine infested waters when our soldier's were 
called "over there." I was there as Admiral Byrd crossed the South Pole. It was I who 
went down with the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, who supported our troops at Inchon, and 
patrolled dark deadly waters of the Mekong Delta. I am the American Sailor and I wear 
many faces. I am a pilot soaring across God's blue canopy and I am a Seabee atop a dusty 
bulldozer in the South Pacific. I am a corpsman nursing the wounded in the jungle, and I 
am a torpedoman in the Nautilus deep beneath the North Pole. I am hard and I am strong. 
But it was my eyes that filled with tears when my brother went down with the Thresher, 
and it was my heart that rejoiced when Commander Shepherd rocketed into orbit above 
the earth. It was I who languished in a Viet Cong prison camp, and it was I who walked 
upon the moon. It was I who saved the Stark and the Samuel B. Roberts in the mine 
infested waters of the Persian Gulf. It was I who pulled my brothers from the smoke filled 
compartments of the Bonefish and wept when my shipmates died on the Iowa and White 
Plains.  When called again, I was there, on the tip of the spear for Operations Desert Shield 
and Desert Storm.

 I am the American Sailor. I am woman, I am man, I am white and black, yellow, red and 
brown. I am Jew, Muslim, Christian, and Buddhist. I am Irish, Filipino, African, French, 
Chinese, and Indian. And my standard is the outstretched hand of Liberty. Today, I serve 
around the world; on land, in air, on and under the sea. I serve proudly, at peace once 
again, but with the fervent prayer that I need not be called again. Tell your children of me. 
Tell them of my sacrifice, and how my spirit soars above their country. I have spread the 
mantle of my nation over the ocean, and I will guard her forever. I  am her heritage and 
yours.

 I am the American Sailor.

 Author Unknown