Here is an e-mail I recieved from the Superintendant after reading a poem I wrote at a dinner at which he was present.  He afterwards asked me to send it to him.

Robert,

              Thank you.

                      r/jds

-----Original Message-----
From: 2010Dunn, Robert
Sent: Thursday, October 05, 2006 10:34 PM
To: Stewart, VADM Joseph; Gundy, John; 2007Hammers, Nicholas B.; 2007Judd, Joseph W.; Rackett, Peter
Subject:

Dear Gentlemen,

Here is the copy of the poem you requested.

All’s Quiet on the Wind Tossed Seas

A poem in honor of the one hundred and forty-two midshipmen who were lost to the academy during the Second World War

By Plebe Robert Ezra Dunn

All’s quiet on the wind tossed seas,

The ship moves slowly on;

Through vast dark blue and cool night breeze

To the east, toward the break of dawn

On to the east, where the cannons roar,

Though yet they can’t be heard;

Where gaunt men fight an endless war,

And peace and hope are blurred

Where blood runs deep and bodies lie,

Through the piercing, haunting screams

Of men now dead or doomed to die,

In silent, darkened dreams

So the ship sails on to this eastward shore,

With a hold of guns and men,

To turn the tide of a bloody war

And return hope again

But the phantom shadow of the grave

Is not restrained to land;

He lurks as well beneath the waves,

And stretches out his hand

And the ship which left it’s mooring

On that quiet, westward shore

Was swallowed up like a long lost dream,

And so was seen no more

But its crew will be remembered

Through it’s berthed beyond the waves

For silent service rendered

And for my country saved

Forever young, forever brave,

Beneath the silent blue,

And sealed in victory by the grave

The gallant one and forty-two

Very Respectfully Submitted,

Plebe Dunn

Second Company