MINESWEEPERS
By Michael Ciaccio
In days gone by in ships of wood
A sailor did what a sailor could
In war or peace they sailed the seas
A special breed of men are these.
In troubled waters or seas o'fair
Steering a course where no man dares
As in the past is true today
They boldly sail into harm's way.
Oh God protect these valiant men
And bring them safely home again
To open arms and kisses warm
Protect these warriors from every harm
When faces wrinkle and beards grow grey
Minesweep sailors will gather and say
Forgive us our faults, forgive us our sins
Where the fleet goes, we've already been.
