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Clear Sailing (for Doc Pendleton)

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In my rambling days I had aviator goggles,
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mementoes from World War II.
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Those pilot lenses worked on
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endless headlight glare, too.

I’d think of my grandpa, the surgeon.
How he hated the Japanese the most.
On a hospital ship he saw
the War’s nightmares up close.

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Clear sailing, clear sailing, my life seems like clear sailing.

At Pearl Harbor he’d tell of trying to sew up
The wounded in choppy seas.
He made it out alive but he remembered
Each dying soldier’s plea.

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He woke to find his wife’s heart had quit.
And had to live with that silent terror.
He put his scalpel down at 80
When his hands took on heir final tremor.
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Words and music by David B. Hakan
© 2011 All Rights Reserved
3-22-2011