An Unknown Father - USS Thresher Poem
How I often think about that fateful morn
Our hearts to be broken, all hope forlorn
On a fog shrouded morning the Thresher headed for sea
The date was April 10th, Nineteen Sixty Three
She was sleek and fast; a proud ship was she
1st in her class, her number 593
With her faithful sub tender, skylark in tow
To test depth that morning the Thresher would go
Skylark to Thresher… "Are you ok?"
Thresher to Skylark… "Having troubles today"
Skylark to Thresher… "Are you still there?"
Nothing from Thresher but bubbles of air
With a loud clap of thunder, her fate was sealed
What happened to Thresher would not be revealed
One hundred and twenty-nine men … on a ship in harms way
Their God, they would meet, before the end of the day
6,000 feet and more the Thresher lay deep
An ocean of tears her families would weep
Thresher lay in pieces .. on the ocean floor
Those fine handsome sailors forever no more
Her end was violent and quick we are told
'Twas thought with this, our hearts be consoled
Did you have time to think or a chance to pray?
Had you any idea what fate held that day
Wives, sons and daughters, uncles and aunts too
Waited on shore and prayed for you
The news came slowly and when it did, it was grim
All souls lost! … My thoughts were of him
No gravesite to visit, not a body to grieve
No respite from anguish, no sorrow's reprieve
You were thirty-four and me just one
A heavy burden to bare, for a life just begun