The following excerpts are from a recent e-mail I received from Master Chief Firecontrol Technician E. A. Hughes, U.S. Navy (Ret), regarding a poemn I published on this web site under POETRY entitled, (UNKNOWN) I WAS A SAILOR.
Hughes is the author of the authentic version of that work, entitled, ONCE I WAS A NAVYMAN, Copyright 1952 and revised in 1978 Copyright. It is printed below following his comments.
“I wrote a short essay entitled ONCE I WAS A NAVYMAN in 1958 while attending Denver University after my first hitch in the Navy. My English 102 instructor did not think much of it. She did give me a passing grade because ex-Navy people (her brother for one) said the content was right at home for Sailors.
“Her basic comments were: 'The structure is not good and Navyman is two words.'
“This short essay was submitted to the annual freshman writing contest at Denver University. Because most of the work from the freshman class was even below this level, I was given a passing grade. And since my grade was already given I never corrected any of what she said were deficiencies.
“You are correct when you stated that this work has many names. They include: I WAS A SAILOR, I AM A SAILOR, I LIKE THE NAVY, I LIKED THE NAVY, ONCE I WAS A NAVY MAN, (two words for NAVYMAN), etc., and in many cases had no title at all. The contents of the work were also altered to reflect anything that any Sailor wanted to add to the work.”
(Jug’s note: In the Keeping Apace version referenced above, Vice Admiral Koenig made it clear that the author was unknown.)
“I went back into the Navy and served another 20 years, retiring with over 24 year’s service in 1978. After retiring I felt I had much more to say about Navy men that I had known, ships that they served on or I served on, and some of the places these Navy men came from, so I added these things as I felt were necessary. There are also some other changes that I made to the original.
“I made this major change to ONCE I WAS A NAVYMAN in the latter part of 1978 and will continue to make changes to remain what I consider to be up to date. I also added two of the Destroyers I served on, the USS William R. Rush and the USS Turner. One of my last changes was to add the Destroyer Cole to the list of proud Navy ships.
“I thank you for your indulgence if you got this far, and I will include the latest revision of my work for your consideration for inclusion to your very informative web site.”
E. A. Hughes, FTCM
ONCE I WAS A NAVYMAN
I like the Navy. I like standing on deck during a long voyage with sea spray in my face and ocean winds whipping in from everywhere - The feel of the giant steel ship beneath me, it's engines driving against the sea is almost beyond understanding - It’s immense power makes the Navyman feel so insignificant but yet proud to be a small part of this ship - A small part of Her mission.
I like the Navy. I like the sound of taps over the ships announcing system, the ringing of the ships bell, the foghorns and strong laughter of Navy men at work. I like the ships of the Navy - nervous darting destroyers, sleek proud cruisers, majestic battle ships, steady solid carriers and silent hidden submarines. I like the workhorse tugboats with their proud Indian names: Iroquois, Apache, Kiawah and Sioux - each stealthy powerful tug safely guiding the warships to safe deep waters from all harbors.
I like the historic names of other proud Navy Ships: Midway, Hornet, Princeton, Sea Wolf and Saratoga. The Ozark, Hunley, William R. Rush and Turner, the, Missouri, Wichita, Iowa, Arizona and Manchester, as well as The Sullivan’s, Enterprise, Tecumseh, Cole and Nautilus too- all majestic ships of the line - Each ship commanding the respect of all Navymen that have known Her - or were privileged to be a part of Her crew.
I like the bounce of Navy music and the tempo of a Navy Band, “Liberty Whites”, “13 Button Blues”, the rare 72 hour liberty and the spice scent of a foreign port - I like shipmates I've sailed with, worked with, served with or have known: The Gunners Mate from the Iowa cornfields; a Sonarman from the Colorado mountain country; a pal from Cairo, Alabama; an Italian from near Boston; some boogie boarders of California; and of course, a drawling friendly Oklahoma lad that hailed from Muskogee; and a very congenial Engineman from the Tennessee hills.
From all parts of the land they came - farms of the Midwest, small towns of New England - the red clay area and small towns of the South - the mountain and high prairie towns of the West - the beachfront towns of the Atlantic, the Pacific and the Gulf - All are American; all are comrades in arms - All are men of the sea and all are men of honor.
I like the adventure in my heart when the ship puts out to sea, and I like the electric thrill of sailing home again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends, waiting on shore - The extended time at sea drags; the going is rough on occasion. But there's the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the devil-may-care philosophy of the sea. This helps the Navyman - The remembrances of past shipmates fill the mind and restore the memory with images of other ships, other ports, and other cruises long past. Some memories are good, some are not so good, but all are etched in the mind of the Navyman - and most will be there forever.
After a day of work, there is the serenity of the sea at dusk. As white caps dance on the ocean waves, the sunset creates flaming clouds that float in folds over the horizon - as if painted there by a master. The darkness follows soon and is mysterious. The ship’s wake in darkness has a hypnotic effect, with foamy white froth and luminescence that forms never ending patterns in the turbulent waters - I like the lights of the ship in darkness - the masthead lights, the red and green sidelights and stern lights. They cut through the night and appear as a mirror of stars in darkness - There are rough stormy nights, and calm, quiet, still nights where the quiet of the mid-watch allows the ghosts of all the Sailors of the world to stand with you. They are abundant and unreachable, but ever apparent - And there is always the aroma of fresh coffee from the galley.
I like the legends of the Navy and the Navymen that created those legends. I like the proud names of Navy Heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Beach, Farragut, John McCain, Rickover and John Paul Jones. A man can find much in the Navy - comrades in arms, pride in his country - A man can find himself and can revel in this experience.
In years to come, when the Sailor is home from the sea, he will still recall with fondness the ocean spray on his face when the sea is angry - There will come a faint aroma of fresh paint in his nostrils, the echo of hearty laughter of the seafaring men who once were close companions - Now landlocked, he will grow wistful of his Navy days, when the seas were the largest part of him and a new port of call was always just over the horizon.
Recalling those days and times, he will stand taller and say: “ONCE I WAS A NAVYMAN !”
E. A. Hughes, FTCM (SS), USN (Retired)
Copyright, 1958, 1978