Navajo Code Talkers By Del Abe Jones

In May of Nineteen forty-two The first of those Talkers came to be At Camp Pendleton, California They formed that special "Dictionary". During the First World War When the Choctaw was used some A white man raised on the Rez Thought Navajo might be the one. He'd served in the First War And he knew we'd sought a way To send messages amongst the Troops That no one else knew how to say.

A code in an unwritten language With no symbols or letter That only those who spoke it knew So, what else could be better? Twenty nine Navajo recruits Created each new cryptic word Of Military terms and phrases Not understood when they were heard. The Talkers had to memorize Each and every word to be used Knowing they had the important task Of keeping the enemy confused.

What took machines thirty minutes Just twenty seconds with their Code And those who knew Cryptology Recognized this new inroad. Around four hundred Navajo Were a part of this unique plan To speak and send those messages Which only they could understand. They were Marines of a special kind And one of the Generals said Without the Code Talkers expertise I would have been lost, instead.

There were many other Victories Some, we'll probably hear about Probably, many more lives saved They served the Corps well, without doubt. Finally in Nineteen ninety-two With half a century passed Our Nation recognized their Service And they were honored, at last. There's an exhibit at the Pentagon Now that their story can be known It was secret for so many years And now our gratitude must be shown. There were really up to twenty Tribes And each served in an important way To help preserve those Liberties That each of us enjoy today.

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2007

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