Author’s Note: A less passionate issue from my Muse…

– Arrias

Blue Circle

The world is just a blue circle,

Just dark blue water is what you see,

Even from 30,000 feet,

All there is, is sea.

The ship is fixed, it doesn’t move,

The ocean just flows past,

But we seem to remain in this same spot,

We’ll be here ‘till the end at last.

A hundred port calls behind us,

Promised a thousand more,

And another thousand after that,

‘Ere we reach the further shore.

But now the ship is fixed,

In this vast circle of blue,

And every day is like the last,

And every day the same view.

The same ocean, the same men,

The same ships just astern,

The same mission that never ends,

And no known day of our return.

Perhaps this is our final deployment,

We slipped our mooring for the last time,

We are headed for one last great portcall,

In a land that is truly sublime.

But ‘till then we have our tasks,

It’s a 15 cycle day,

Flight ops right around the clock,

Starting right after the unrep breakaway.

So grab some coffee and some chow,

You know what you must do,

Turn to, look alive,
War at sea for Event Two.

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