Sixteen Hours In Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

How would you like to be
a sailor that went out to sea
But not like the brave John Paul Jones
Who fought in defense of his home
Instead with just sixteen hours in
he committed the unpardonable sin
He wept like a baby, a disgrace to the navy
his story it must surely end.

The product of sensitivity training,
no torture was needed for him
Just a handkerchief for sniffling
As the sobbing and whimpering begins
Take a look at the poor souls red eyes
as he easily breaks down and cries
We are sending our minnows to sea
where only our sharks should be

Jones went through absolute hell
he would have laughed in an enemy jail
These were men of an amazing breed
not found red eyed down on their knees
With true grit was how they behaved
now Lady Ga Ga sings 'home of the brave'
Just sixteen hours in an enemy jail
I'm afraid that this ship has sailed