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U.S.S. Wasp (CV-7),
A proud ship she was
Near 15,000 tons
Sailed by proud American sons...

My Uncle Bud sailed on her,
Until she met her sad fate,
It was Tues. Sept. Sixteenth, NineteenFourty-Two
As she sailed the sea
With proud and brave crew
Off Guadalcanal,
I-19, Japanese sub,
Spotted her,
In the hub,
Of a small task group

Four torpedoes they let fly
Several hit, she was soon to die
My Uncle escaped,
He was late to mess
Or he'd have found his watery grave
But his tardiness, it did save

He lost his friends
He was never the same
All his life he drank to access,
Yet this man had a heart of gold,
I experienced it,
I need not be told

To complicate his later life,
Marital infidelity seemingly struck
He stood by his mate
He seemed to have such bad luck

Cancer sank him
Where the Japenese couldn't
I miss him to this day
He was proud, and SO handsome!!
All female eyes would turn his way.

War against man
War against disease,
War against time
Time will bring you to your knees

Let no more torpedoes fly
No more Moms and Dads,
In mourning cry,
Don't kill for God, or money,
Or ideals,
It's time mankind came to his senses
It's time for naught, but mending fences.

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