43 years ago today, USS Scorpion, SSN-589 was lost with all hands. Today, we remember her and all who perished, our shipmates who remain on eternal patrol.
Here is my post from last year.
God Bless our shipmates, and all their families left behind. Freedom is never free, and the costs of maintaining the eternal vigilance required can be difficult to bear. I often think about all those wives and children waiting patiently through a cold rainy day for a reunion that would never come. They stood there on that pier for hours. How hard it must be to wait, not knowing, but actually knowing in your heart that the future you had planned was forever lost.
It’s cold and rainy here as I type this, and I can look out my window and see the cold deep waters of the Kennebec river glide by. It’s quiet for a Sunday, with the stillness broken only by the mournful cry of Seagulls circling over the water, and the patter of rain on the side of my house. Time goes on, the waters glide in and out with the tide, children grow up and some will take their father’s places in new boats, to go to sea as those before them did. Brave men in a silent service, helping to keep the beacon of liberty alight in a world of darkness.
God Bless them all.