War - Ww2 -The Eternal Patrol Poem by Paul Warren

The U-boat left the mouth of the French harbour
Under cover of darkness for these German Navy martyrs
To the North Atlantic they went to sink Allied shipping their bent
Their plan was to cut Britain's supply line of shipping without lament
But just lately the tide had changed and others had not returned
Posted on the notice boards their fate was on eternal patrol not yearned

It took two days to sail to their patrol station in the shipping lanes
From the United States to Britain in the life line for the British to sustain
Them in their struggle against the Nazi aggressor in the Second World War battle
On this day it was different when the Canadian Corvette chasing them in their mettle
They dived down to escape the hunting as the depth charges exploded around
Until one exploded near the hull of the submarine sending it to the bottom ground

So the U-boat was lost with all of its hands who were in the crew
And they had not been able to radio their base regarding their fate too
The submarine was marked as now on eternal patrol in the North Atlantic
With the families of the crew waiting for word of them made them frantic
The captain was at the periscope still looking around for targets for them
And the crew continued on with no thought of death or the cruise having an end.

© Paul Warren Poetry