Like the destroyer, the submarine has created its own type of officer and man with language and traditions apart from the rest of the service, and yet at the heart unchangingly of the Service

On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!

Delight in the little things.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

What stands if freedom fall?

If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.