These are mine.
I share them with all who have gone through the same crucible. They (like us) were forged in pressure. They were quenched in the waters of the darkest parts of the ocean. They symbolize a tradition that is shared by only a few. Fire, flooding and the crashing of the waves above us only strengthened their character. They cannot be given, they must be earned. They cost little but their value is immense. They are silver and they are gold. But they are bonded together in shared sacrifice and duty.
They represent men and now women who have looked into the abyss. In a dark voice, the abyss demands payment from those who trespass into the undersea world.
Our bold response is always the same: “Not on my watch”
On the rare occasions when the sea wins, we all grieve. That grief turns into action. We learn. We adapt, We overcome. We go back to sea again. We challenge the monster. We serve a nation that cannot see us and rarely understands what we do. But we know. And we are the best in the world at what we do. We have to. We are defending freedom.
I am a Submariner.
And these are mine.
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