_Note: The author of the following poem is an ex-sailor who now lives in
Long Beach, California. It is a poem that all red-blooded men should read
and then ponder a bit. Here is the writer’s prelude, explaining how he
happened to bring forth such a gem:_
_“In and out of the service, I have noted that when two or more men
engage in conversation, their talk eventually turns to women. Women—bad,
indifferent, and sometimes good—is generally the chief topic of the man,
but when one brings in some word about a good woman, he is often silenced
by stares or cutting remarks. Recently I was confined in a naval brig (no
need to mention the offense), and a conversation was being carried on in
the “bull pen” that caused me to write the following lines:_