Uss Harry S. Truman
Aboard Harry S Truman, CVN 75
Monumental battle ship,
Within her hull, she seemed alive
Floating city, hauling a deadly airstrip
Creating peace, in the middle East, with the fatal Tomcat
Crew headed for a six month defensive trip
American flag flown, in every sea, ready for combat
Internal soul is her combined crew
Carrying out orders, no rest-weary, ready for attack
Prowlers, Hornets, Tom's we flew
Dark sky, blazes on land
that was when we knew, rumors were true
God on our side, holding our hand
Mission carried out, haven't lost a man.
A. Green
First try at Terza Rima
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