The war was on, they needed help! "DEs" were born
with pride, They replaced the big "tin cans" With convoys at their
sides.
A "lilly" bomber makes a run Gliding in like a
breeze Across our bow to drop the bomb That missed our
"LSTs".
My blood ran cold but I had faith In the gunner next to
me. With deadly aim Bill squeezed it off And the bomber hit the
sea.
Live on, these proud and fearless men And men they were you
see To live and fight another day For Little Bill and
me.
Here they come, out of the sun Like a swarm of angry
bees! Came those screaming Kamikaze Spilling blood into the
sea.
Coming in from everywhere, The sun, the clouds, and
sea Strafed the deck and dropped the bomb On Little Bill and
Me.
The decks were cut with gaping holes, Look through them to
the sky, Thankful that so many lived For those that had to
die.
These men are not forgotten. They still live in you and
me. Fought and died for Freedom, This was their destiny.
Our
ship came up like thunder The ocean tried her soul. We were sent to
sink the sub That sank the "Eversole".
We came upon the
tragedy to lend a hand someway. Our sonar spoted a submarine Six
thousand yards away.
We sank sub, that's history, But let us
shed some light On the men who thank their lucky stars The
Whitehurst was there that night.
Paramount made a movie With
pride and honor to bestow On our little ship, The Whitehurst Called
"The Enemy Below".
She grew old and weary And was put to sleep
with grace. The Pacific Ocean was her home And now her final resting
place.
Raymond E. Plumb |