Formation Steaming, Arabian Sea

Watching the leader through my destroyer’s, Big Eyes Waiting for signal to execute maneuver The flashing light comes. “Execute!” my talker cries. The bridge responds, slowing speed and shifting course Twenty ships simultaneously make course east As headings steady, I await the next command The formation’s wakes clawing the sea like a beast Another light, I shout the leader’s next demand These types of close maneuverings, are tricky things One wrong signal could result in a collision I rub my eyes, below the engine order rings Another signal and we dance in precision Maintaining the columns, we plow, south, south east All anticipating our next liberty feast © Copyrights G. Jones 2008 Author notes Another in my Sailor Sonnet Series.