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 right 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 the 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 around the Horn,
and they are blistered from the heat of cannon broadsides 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 Lake Erie with Perry, and I rode with Stephen Decatur into
Tripoli harbor to burn the 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
Dewey said, "You may fire when ready Gridley", at Manila Bay.

It was I who transported supplies through submarine infested waters when
our soldiers 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 the 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 torpedo man
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.

I 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 smoke filled compartments of the
Bonefish, and wept when my shipmated died on the Iowa, and White Plains.

When called again, I was there, on the tip of the spear for Operation 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 the 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.
I Am The American Sailor