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Winford Anglin & Wife LSM 321

Bill Appleby & Wife LSM 452

Left to Right Front: Winford Anglin & wife LSM 321 |

Left to Right: Paul Burket LSM 341, Ken Boyd LSMR 520 & Wife, Rita & Jim Tusing LSM 372

Same names as above photo except, Warren Walker LSM 462 replaces Paul Burket LSM 341

On the Left .. End of Chow Line: Howard Shiver's Wife LSM 56


Jim Briggs & Wife LSM 75

Oklahoma SandScraper - Jim Tusing - USS LSM 372
Discussing the Latest Alligator Alley Newsletter and his retirement as Editor

I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
I've got to be free free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board I'm the captain, so climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on
I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
They said, come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing, come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
"Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind."
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
"Remembering The Song, Oklahoma and The Word, Okie"
My country tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing.
![]() There is an old Ship, far far away. Chorus Old sailors never die,
Old Soldiers Never Die There is an old cookhouse, far far away Chorus Old soldiers never die, Privates they love their beer, 'most every day. |