Radar said there’s something there.
The captain said it’s nothing.
So, the nothing that we’d seen,
Became no more than Zeroes.
From the deck some looked out
To blue sky meeting sea,
On that early Sunday morn
Unseen by you or me.
Into rising suns, they stared.
Very far from norm.
Rising suns up from the west
Where east they should come from.
And only one as we all know,
But more than one there were.
Torpedoes dropped and finding mark,
Gun magazines did blow.
We now, all rest beneath the sea.
Killed by nothing more than Zeroes.
A monument to those all who
Along with us
Died as heroes.
R K Olson ©2010
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