From Aztec shore to Arctic zone,
to Europe and Far East.
The Flag is carried by our ships in times of war and peace;
And never have we struck it yet in spite of foe-men's might,
Who cheered our crews and cheered again for showing how to fight.
So here's the Coast Guard marching song,
We sing on land or sea.
Through surf and storm and howling gale,
High shall our purpose be.
"Semper Paratus" is our guide,
Our fame, our glory too,
To fight to save or fight and die! Aye!
Coast Guard we are for you!
"Surveyor" and "Narcissus,"
The "Eagle" and "Dispatch,"
The "Hudson" and the "Tampa,"
These names are hard to match;
From Barrow's shores to Paraguay,
Great Lakes or Ocean’s wave,
The Coast Guard fights through storms and winds,
To punish or to save.
Aye! We've been "Always Ready";
To do, to fight, or die!
Write glory to the shield we wear
In letters to the sky.
To sink the foe or save the maimed;
Our mission and our pride.
We'll carry on 'til Kingdom Come,
Ideals for which we've died.
By CAPT Francis Saltus Van Boskerck – U.S.C.G. ©1927
d.: I've fallen (in the water) and I can't get up. I'll be captured by the eveil robot cats that run this island unless...yes!
it’s the U.S. Coast Guard. We’re going to be saved, Cal.E. These guys are tough! They guard the boarders of our country from intruders and make sure that we’re all protected from attacks by terrorist from the water. Maybe they can save us from the robot cats….no, it’s no use. Not even the U.S. Coast Gurd can save us on this deserted island run by robot cats. That’s is. Your thirty-third cousin twice removed from another planet (and your mirror opposite), ELAC
The U.S. Space Force,
The U.S. Air Force,
the mysterious one-armed man
and the U.S. Coast Guard have all failed to protect us, and your husband, the five-time heavyweight cat fighting champion of the world, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken still isn’t awake.
We’re doomed, I tell you, unless….
C.: Tune in tomorrow to Cal.E.’s Korner and see if my best human friend, d.c. scot, my husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken, J. and I will be saved by another branch of the U.S. Armed Forces, or if we’re all doomed.
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