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Written by Tim Noonis,
son of Walter J. Noonis RMC (SS)
Lost on USS Thresher
10 April 1963
An Unknown Father
How I often think about that fateful
morn
Our hearts to be broken, all hope forlorn
On a fog shrouded morning the Thresher
headed for sea
The date was April 10th, Nineteen Sixty
Three
She was sleek and fast; a proud ship
was she
1st in her class, her number 593
With her faithful sub tender, Skylark
in tow
To test depth that morning the Thresher
would go
Skylark to Thresher "Are you ok?"
Thresher to Skylark "Having troubles
today"
Skylark to Thresher "Are you still
there?"
Nothing from Thresher but bubbles of
air
With a loud clap of thunder, her fate
was sealed
What happened to Thresher would not
be revealed
One hundred and twenty-nine men on
a ship in harm's way
Their God, they would meet, before
the end of the day
6,000 feet and more the Thresher lay
deep
An ocean of tears her families would
weep
Thresher lay in pieces .. on the ocean
floor
Those fine handsome sailors forever
no more
Her end was violent and quick we are
told
'Twas thought with this, our hearts
be consoled
Did you have time to think or a chance
to pray?
Had you any idea what fate held that
day?
Wives, sons and daughters, uncles and
aunts too
Waited on shore and prayed for you
The news came slowly and when it did,
it was grim
All souls lost! My thoughts were of
him
No gravesite to visit, not a body to
grieve
No respite from anguish, no sorrow's
reprieve
You were thirty-four and me just one
A heavy burden to bear, for a life
just begun
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