2015 REUNION PICTURES
Our Next REUNION SET FOR Naples FL.
This is the poem Lois Williams read to the women at the 2009 reunion in San Diego
This phrase, weighted with memory,
echoes through the crowd
gathered to celebrate the
re-connection of the submarine crew.
The hospitality room is ringing with
hearty laughter and back-slapping cheer.
We move through the room,
slipping from one group to another
and hear over and over again,
Back to the glory days
of torpedoes and missiles and watch-standing,
pride of service and teamwork
that can never again be matched.
Oh, it was all so different…
Stories are dredged up from memory banks,
re-surfaced and trotted out to be examined;
of days of danger, fear, storms and uncertainty,
of duty and boredom.
It was their job, yes, but so much more.
It defined them, unified them,
and the bond can never be broken.
For these few days, once more, they are young;
they are sailors; they are heroes.
Memories from “back then” live again.
And we, who were we, back then?
We also served. We were the glue
that helped to hold the crews together.
Carrying responsibility, loneliness
and sometimes heartbreak, on our shoulders
with determined courage; we, too, are heroes.
And so we come, releasing once more our men
to the drama of rehashing their pasts,
celebrating the contribution they have made
to our country’s freedom.
Escaping the sameness of everyday lives,
they polish pride and patriotism into
another shining memory.
We come, too, we wives,
standing tall in our own reconnections,
somehow comprehending the need
to return to the land of
We look into each other’s eyes with recognition
that cannot be explained, a bond that,
for us, too, is never broken.
We can be proud that WE survived;
did our duty; held it together
—and continue to do so—
so that we will understand at our very core
the phrase…“Remember?…Back Then.”
© Lois Williams
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