While serving on submarines I could always count on two things. My Mother would always cry when I left for sea, and cry even hearder when I returned safe. Now my own son readies himself for his own underwater adventures, and this made me think and reflect.
Some years ago to the sea went I. And sailed beneath the wave where the only sound was a whales's mournful cry.
Though she smiled in her special way when I bid my last goodbye. Was it a tear I saw glisten in my Mother's eye?
Now I know of the long nights she lay awake. Wondering, worrying and lifting prayers for mine and my shipmates sake.
She knew, maybe better than me that if the winds of war were to blow this way. The Sailor she called son would sail before harm's way.
Now at last for shore I am bound. Over many thousands of miles and adventures, one truth have I found.
They talk and write of the special bravery of men who sail beneath the sea. But I know of the silent bravery it takes for a Submariner's Mother to be.
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And an enjoyable read too.