Living Memory Poem by John F. McCullagh

The water laps against the hull
Just like that time before
Just like that Sunday morning
That exploded into war.
In these old eyes
That yet can see
Those waves of rising Suns,
A tear wells up
In memory
for those forever young.
Below my feet
My brothers' lie;
Proud Arizona's crew.
For a time I have
Escaped their fate
But now my days are few.
and when I die,
I'll make my grave
In Pearl, beneath the Sea.
Then all we suffered
Will be lost
to living memory.