In ships like these, the young men went to war
Saw the things they should not have
Whispered the unspeakable
Watched good friends die
As mistakes were made
Stayed brave and bucked the odds
Swallowed thick oil and salt water
Bobbed in the cold, cruel sea
Cried in bunks and shook with fear
The young men went to war
And came home brittle, hollow, hurt or lost
Voices silenced
Peering through the mysterious glass
To see reason
Ill conceived plans tossed aside, ruined
Sunk
In ships like these.
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