International R/C Warship Combat Club, Inc.

Keeping Ponds Safe since 1978

“In Memory Of a Sailor”

By Kay Poindexter

Sail for a while and see where my winds will take us.

We have sailed and fought on waters before

Not these I know see but waters Dark and tossed

The ship I sailed was gray and now lies lost to sight beneath the Dark tossed sea

Vessel and sea both so unlike these I know sail

Those of you I have left behind on waters dark and tossed,

Should you remember me and feel great loss

Look out to see for I am there

Sailing among the gentle light caped waves

in a vessel golden and clear

You may only catch a gleam of the sea that I know sail

For I heard a voice say “come set Sail with me “

An eternal vessel I now sail.

In Memory of a captain that left us too soon Brian Spychalski

February 2, 1967 -January 11, 1985

Captain: Brian Spychalski

AKA:

Location:

Member since: 1982

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Keel Laid Down:

Commissioned:

USS Pensacola

Decommissioned ships:

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Articals about Brian

Brian Spychalski ;   Rookie   Ship     1982

Pensacola with 2 Guns forward , Factory Props,Universals,Throttle and gear reproduction. She ha Lights and the Radio gear in unknown .

Speed is Slow to average and the maneuverability is fair with good Stability

Brian Spychalski and David Schlievert raise the sunken IJN Aoba at 1983 NATS

Brian Spychalski  Recovers his USS SALT LAKE CITY at 1983 NATS Brian Placed 19 out of 21 in only 2 Sorties and he placed  19 out of 26 for the year

When the Cry for War you hear

Lord listen closely for my prayers

And send your angels to guard us well

We Captains serving in your fleet so dear,

Protect us from wet Pants and feet.

Give us guidance and the skill,

To pursue our foe and send them deep

We fight for friendship and for fun

Instead of hatred and bloodlust,

for After all it’s just a game

Where good friends are made

But when I hear you call my name

And on five I go as I must,

Permit me to appear first at your gate, 

Allow the devil to think I'm late,

Before he realizes his mistake,

Grant me Entrance to your gate,

Assign me to serve in your heavenly fleet

Where I can stand watch from the

Rolling decks of my heavenly vessel

And help you keep our captains safe

As they battle their ships and have some fun

And although this is serious Work

Perhaps I may still have some fun

For the next time your ship glitchs or it goes awry take a moment and wonder why

Look out over the pond with your naked eye

For you might just catch A glimpse of my Ship

Or was it just the sun's reflection

of the golden sky.

Monkey

He was very special to me. He was a unique, one of kind young man. In a lot of ways, he was really just an ordinary good kid. I miss him very much. There is not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. They say the pain goes away but they are absolutely wrong. You just learn to cope with the pain. It is there every single day and it hurts just as much as the day it happened maybe more so. So what you are doing means very much to me. He absolutely loved the hobby and tried so hard to get some involvement in this area. His time here was way too short but he made use of every minute he was here with his love and kindness (except during a battle). We spent many evenings

together working on the ships, talking Naval history, fishing, hunting, playing battle mitten (bad mitten but not for the faint of heart) and ball hockey. We made two trips to Amarillo (It is a 24 hour straight drive from Toledo), Springfield Mo. and Decatur Al. for boat battles. None of these are short trips from Toledo Ohio. We had plenty of time to talk and be friends. The short time we had together was very full and fantastic. The best of times were when we worked on the ships or when we went fishing and never put a line in the water but would sit and just talk about life in general for hours on end. So the loss was especially hard on me because I not only lost my only son but my very best friend. He was just an ordinary kid but a very special kid to me. He would have made any father very proud. I could not ask anymore out of our relation. The ride was short but it was filled with the best times of my life.

Bob Spychalski