Nos EUA, a marinha tem a tradição de, neste dia, desde c. 1920, abandonar o modo protocolar seco das entradas no diário de bordo e, em vez disso, escrevê-lo em modo de poesia. How cool is this?
By R.D. Sagendorf, lieutenant junior grade, U.S. Navy
This pier, I know it very well;
I watch it as a New Year’s bell
Peals out a glad refrain tonight,
Of New Year’s goals, of hope and right,
Of wars we will not have to fight.
’Tis Constellation moored this night,
With standard lines doubled, we sit just right.
Our starboard side is to the pier,
Berths Mike and November, we’re tied right here,
To welcome in the bright new year.
At North Island N.A.S. we sit,
San Diego, Cal., looks fit,
And ready for another year,
For sailors, fun, and much good cheer,
And duty days, you have no fear.
The Kitty Hawk (CV-63) is forward, near,
The Navasota (AO-106) is also here.
The Chicago (CLG-11), with her missiles, too,
And other ships of varied hue,
Of the U.S. Third Fleet rest in view.
The ship lies quiet, in cold iron state;
With ComPhibPac — SOPA on this late date.
Material condition yoke is set,
And from the pier we often get,
Various services — well met.
While anchor lights fore and aft shine bright,
And aircraft warning lights lend sight,
This old year rushes, fleeting past,
The new year hastens in, quite fast,
And this line here will be my last.
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