I’ve not stepped onboard a US Navy Ship since the summer of 2000. I retired in February 2002. But sometimes when I sleep the Sea calls me. She whispers in my ear and tugs at my heart. She giggles and laughs, promising more than she she will ever deliver. She whispers of things just over the horizon. My bed rocks and in my sleep I hear the clang of bells, the clatter of boots on steel decks, the bang of steam pipes, the shrill of a bosun’s whistle. In my sleep I breath clean breath of the Sea, taste the tang of salt in the air, laugh at dolphins at play, experience the unsurpassed glory of sunrise while underway, stare at the matchless sight of a star filled sky, undistracted by any light, in the middle of the quiet Pacific. And maybe, just maybe, if I behave myself here on this earth, when I get to Heaven God Almighty will let me make one more cruise with my shipmates one last time.
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