Peace Through Superior Firepower
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Peace Through Superior Firepower
In the cradle of the morning, where the silent shadows creep,
A sentry stands in vigilance while half the world’s asleep.
Across the vast horizons, where the restless oceans roll,
There lies a steel-clad promise that maintains a firm control.
It is not born of malice, nor a hunger for the fray,
But a wall of tempered iron meant to keep the dark at bay.
From the mountains of the homeland to the distant, foreign shore,
Peace is found in knowing we can win the final war.
I. The Shield of the Seven Seas
The carrier, a titan, carves a path through salt and foam,
A floating city-fortress far away from hearth and home.
With fifty thousand tons of steel and reactors humming deep,
It guards the vital arteries where global commerce creeps.
The flight deck is a symphony of thunder and of heat,
Where catapults fling lightning to ensure the foes' defeat.
From the F-35’s stealthy wing to the Growler’s jagged scream,
The Navy is the waking guard of every peaceful dream.
Beneath the waves, the silent service glides in liquid night,
With fire held in readiness, though hidden from the light.
The boomer and the hunter-killer, ghosts within the deep,
Ensure that those who threaten us shall never soundly sleep.
For the strength of the Republic isn't merely what is shown,
But the devastating power that remains as yet unknown.
A global reach that stretches through the coral and the brine,
Drawing on the water’s edge a sharp, unyielding line.
