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Note: It is with pie in my eye, foot in my mouth and great pleasure that I announce a previous error. Mike Lachman, was listed among our Silent Keys. Mike has notified me that in fact he is well and kicking. My apoligies to Mike, his family, shipmates and friends for my mistake.


William D Adkins
Don Blahnik Sr.
Bill Bliss
James W. Browning
Robert Casale
Chandler Caughie
John Christie
Jerry Craven
John (Jack) Cunniff
Don Darling
Ralph Davis
George J. Datz Jr.
Ron DeGarmo
James Donahue
Donald E. Donner
Archie J. Edmiston
George Ellis
George Emsurak
Ralph Evans
John Farrington
Gale Feick
Bob Flynn
Otto Freytag
Hillard Gabrilove
Don Gardner
Theron Gato
Frank Gelornino
Chuck Gerhart
Howard Gettle
Paul Goeke
Leonard Goodwin
William Goodwin, JR.
William A. Hockenberry
Virgil Holcomb
David Johnson
W. H. Johnson
Harry E. King
Richard LaPolice
Dick Leisy
Jack Malchoff, Jr.
George Manning
John F. McCaslin
Daniel McClung
Bill McGlone
Tom Megargle
Don R. Middlestead
Andy Nance
George M. Overmyer
Louise S. Overmyer
James R. Patton
Ralph Perkins
Richard Plume
Timothy Ponton
Ronald Powers
Ray Quinn
Art Riker
Pat Riley
Charlie Rhodes
Claude Robinson Sr
Ronald Root
Andrew Sallet
Charles Spenser
Kenneth Stephan
Jerry Stone
Harry Train Jr
Rick Turner
George R. Usry
Jack D. Walquist
Bob Warbutton
Jim Wickham
Robert Williams
Dale Windon
Joseph Wright Jr
Tom Wurz
Jim Yount


Crossing the Bar


Sunset and evening star

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea.


But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.




Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark

And may there be no sadness of farewell

When I embark.


For though from out our bourne of Time and Place,

The flood may bear me far;

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

Alfred Tennyson