Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Now the Supreme Admiral of the Universe has called our shipmate to sail with Him in eternally calm seas, forever free from the storms of mortal life. We honor and cherish the memory of our shipmate, but we do not mourn for him/her, for he/she has found safe anchorage in the great harbor of eternal peace, rather, it is for ourselves we mourn because a good shipmate has slipped his/her moorings, and is no longer with us. We mourn our loss, but we are consoled by the abiding faith that when the final watch changes for us, and we too cross the bar, our shipmate will be waiting to pilot us to safe anchorage. Now we bid you hail and farewell, shipmate, until we drop anchor at the last great eternal port. RIP Master Chief.
John Barr, Chief Damage Controlman (Retired)
