Ernest L. Secrest, My 1102 Days of W.W. II — Chapter 1 (1980)
“ Now, honey, take this tip from me - I hand it on to you Just grab yourself a Seabee, for there's nothing he can't do And when he gets to Heaven - to Saint Peter he will tell A Seabee, Sir, reporting - I've served my time in Hell. ”
Ernest L. Secrest, My 1102 Days of W.W. II — Chapter 1 (1980)
“ The Huns call him a seadog - but he's really a Seabee. He came to sea with one idea - to work at a trade he knew. A rating he got to fit the trade, but the training was something new. He trained down at Camp Peary, the land that God forgot, Where the mud is 14 inches deep, and the rain just doesn't stop. Where it's cold as ice one day and mighty warm the next Where he hears about the Civil War and learns the fight was fixed. Where he stands in line most everyday from early morn 'til night Where he learns to march - throw hand grenades and ends full of fight. ”
