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Larry Brown: Living Historical Literature

Published: July 15th, 2015

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Larry, on the left, with his friend Kurley, both in hula skirts
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Larry on the right
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Corporal Larry Brown
Larry Brown, a twenty-year-old corporal in the United States Marine Corps, wrote a letter to his parents from near San Francisco, California before shipping off to Pearl Harbor in 1945. Within that letter home, filled with the lingo and vigor of a young, optimistic patriot, was the handwritten draft of a poem he wrote about his ship - his home on the sea away from home. This poem was first published in the ship’s paper.

We, at Howl, are publishing this poem and accompanying letter and photographs because they are a reminder that literature isn't always prose written at an MFA workshop, but can be a poem written about a young Marine in war. Corporal Brown was not an academically trained poet. In fact, he dropped out of high school in his senior year to help out with the family carpeting business to support his mother and two younger brothers when his father passed away. Poetry can be an almost instinctive form of expression, both entertaining and therapeutic, reflective of the life being lived in that moment in history.
My Ship
I boarded the ship in San Diego
She looked so beautiful to me
So big and powerful and majestic
I couldn’t wait till I felt her at sea
We kept going out on shake downs
Back and forth we went
Until finally at Pearl Harbor
This majestic ship was sent
From there we hit Enewetok
One of the many Marshall Isles
Then came Guam, then Saipan
We sure did cover miles
Then we stopped at Okinawa
In the heart of Buckner Bay
But we stayed there just a short while
And then were on our way
Now we have our fingers crossed
We don’t know where we’ll go
But we all hope and pray
Our next stop will be Tokyo
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My Ship by Larry Brown
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Letter home to parents, from San Francisco to Brooklyn
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Letter home to parents (read from right to left)
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