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anyne who is or was or wants to be friends if you are interested please feel free to contact me and we can chat a little.Now each of us from time to time has gazed upon the sea and watched the mighty warships pulling out to keep this country free. And most of us have read a book or heard a lusty tale, about these men who sail these ships through lightning, wind and hail. But there's a place within each ship that legend's fail to teach. It's down below the water-line and it takes a living toll - - a hot metal living hell, that sailors call the "Hole." It houses engines run with steam that makes the shafts go round. A place of fire, noise, and heat that beats your spirits down. Where boilers like a hellish heart, with blood of angry steam, are molded gods without remorse, are nightmares in a dream.Whose threat from the fires roar, is like a living doubt, that at any moment with such scorn, might escape and crush you out. Where turbines scream like tortured souls, alone and lost in Hell, are ordered from above somewhere, they answer every bell. The men who keep the fires lit and make the engines run, are strangers to the light and rarely see the sun. They have no time for man or God, no tolerance for fear, their aspect pays no living thing a tribute of a tear. For there's not much that men can do that these men haven't done, beneath the decks, deep in the hole, to make the engines run. And every hour of every day they keep the watch in Hell, for if the fires ever fail their ship's a useless shell.When ships converge to have a war upon an angry sea, the men below just grimly smile at what their fate will be. They're locked below like men fore-doomed, who hear no battle cry, it's well assumed that if they're hit men below will die. For every day's a war down there when gauges all read red, SIX-HUNDRED POUNDS OF SUPER-HEATED steam can kill you mighty dead.So if you ever write their songs or try to tell their tale, the very words would make you hear a fired furnace's wail. And people as a general rule don't hear of these men of steel, so little heard about this place that sailors call the "Hole." But I can sing about this place and try to make you see, the hardened life of the men down there, 'cause one of them is me. I've seen these sweat-soaked heroes fight in superheated air, to keep their ship alive and right, though no one knows they're there.And thus they'll fight for ages on till warships sail no more, amid the boiler's mighty heat and the turbine's hellish roar. So when you see a ship pull out to meet a war-like foe, remember faintly if you can, "The Men Who Sail Below."........... MRFN Valentine, MMC Dulay.... you will be remembered and never forgotten along with all of those who have given the ultimate sacrafice for our country our sons and daughters... and our right to freedom!..........