Title: Cries In the Bulkhead - Part I [Intro - spoken, low, creaking ship SFX] Hello my friend... this one's close to home. Aboard the USS Guam. [Verse 1 - gritty spoken word] She was LPH-9, Iwo Jima class, smaller than the LHA's like Lexington, But she had heart, Lord she had heart. CH-53 Sea Stallions, black and sleek, egg-beaters roaring, And CH-46s beside them, beautiful beasts to me. [Verse 2] I was Combat Cargo, close to separation day, They put me in the shit details, but I did it proud. Flight deck geared up like Top Gun , signaling birds, Start, recheck, takeoff, and a salute as they flew. Hoo-Rah, that got your blood hard, it was bad-ass. [Chorus - haunting, low male choir] Oh you hear tales... men trapped in the walls, You hear them pounding... down in the steel, Old sailors say... they never left at all, But I never thought... I'd feel it for real. [Bridge - spoken] We were in port, Rota, Spain, restock and R&R, I stood double fire watches for extra pay. Marines and squids bumpin' heads, Department of the Navy, Just dick-swinging, brother against brother. Then we sailed north... for Bosnia.
