They were heroes. And tho' sometimes to his neighbors, his tales became a joke, All his buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke. For he lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life. He had a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way, And the world won't note his passing, tho a Sailor died today. When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state, And thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Newspapers tell of their life stories from the time that they wereyoung.
But the passing of a common Sailor goes unnoticed and unsung. The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives, Are sometimes disproportionate, to the service that he gives. While the ordinary sailor, who has offered up his all, Is paid off with a medal, and sometimes a pension small. But we know It was not the politicians, with their compromises and ploys, Who won for us our freedom that the country now enjoys. He was just a common Sailor, and his ranks are growing thin, But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.