The Huron
By Neil C. Hamilton
I wrote the following poem after losing my best friend and shipmate (SN/BM Robert (Bob) J. Gullickson) when the liberty boat was swamped and sunk on May 7th 1958 while attempting to return to the Huron Lightship WAL-526. You may post it on your website if you wish. I served on the Huron from 1957-59 and retired as an E8 in Nov 81.
The HuronWinds a'howling, sea's running highthe Huron Lighship is still standing byNine months a year, on her station she standsher foghorn sounding all the way to the landsListen, hear her foghorns blastand see her main lights so brightAlways vigilant, it shines on stillthrough the long, dark nightFor fifty years, she'd done her dutyguiding the mariners to the leeNow she lies enshrined foreverHere . . . by Port Huron's seaA memorial now to all who servedwe commit their memories unto theePlease Lord. . accept themand always keep them freeSemper Paratus was their guidetheir right to libertythese crewmen of the Huronthese brave coastguardsmen of the sea
