“I was standing on the deck of the USS Blue, a destroyer. We were all alone out there at this buoy, tied up.”

After the atomic bombs were dropped, the war ended and we went into Tokyo Bay with the rest of the fleet, the Missouri and the rest of them, while they signed the terms of surrender that ended the war.

All we had aboard the ship that morning was one Annapolis graduate and three reserves.

I’d get a shell, they weighed about 80 pounds I think, but when I was 19 or 20 that was nothing. I’d take a shell and a bag of powder, I’d put it in the hoist and then I would send it up to the gun.

The gunner’s mate came up and started breaking the locks on the ammunition. Everything was locked up for fear that someone might go in there with a cigarette or something.

I was 20 years old at Pearl Harbor. I was in the Navy about a year and four months before the war.

Everything was black in the harbor, but there were still some fires burning on the ships.

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

My sky is too blue for me to be scared of people painting it a little grey.

Let the ocean worry about being blue.

My mind dwells in the blues.

Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.

If you’re feeling down and times are blue, Remember this and know its true.  Tomorrow you can always start anew. A new day to seize, positivity your virtue.

You could see a butterfly as just a butterfly, or you could see it as an iridescent flower amidst the endless periwinkle blue skies.

The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding me of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.