The captain told us charity began
     Aboard his aircraft carrier: the place
We had to call home. We’re in a race
     With all the others—when we get every man

To voluntarily contribute, we’ll win
     The plaque for Most Generous Ship in the Fleet!
Department heads like mine would repeat
     This lofty goal at every briefing to ensigns

Like me: we had to raise the largest pile
     And put the Old Man on its top. Like a prayer
I kept reciting, I urged my men to care
     For “all of those less fortunate”—the smile

I gave them felt sincere. As we got close
     To complete compliance (Comp-Comp), the mood
Grew buoyant as a following sea. Then rude
     As a reef on no one’s chart, a sailor said no.

A sailor in my division. Seaman Ames
     Told me he didn’t believe in charity:
We gotta help ourselves up, don’t we?
     That’s what it says in the Bible. Back home,

They say begging breaks a man like a dry stick.
     He looked like one himself—tall and thin,
Stiff as he sat in my office. I tried to pin
     The “teamwork” ribbon on him; I tried the gimmick

Of saying this could hurt his career. He blinked
     At that: I thought they said United Way
Was voluntary. You’re gunna force me to pay?
     I told my boss, the First Lieutenant. His face pinked

Down to the silver oak leaf on his collar.
     What’s wrong, ensign? Can’t you motivate
Your own men? Try again and make him donate
     His fair share. It’s only a few dollars,

For Christ’s sake. But Ames refused once more.
     I’m only one guy—what’s the big deal? I want
Them all to leave me alone. He looked more gaunt
     Than he had the last time; he said other sailors

Were screwing with him about this Combined Campaign.
     I’m so pissed off, I’ll never give a thing
To it now! I told the First Lieutenant, who hung
     His head and said to his blotter’s coffee stains:

Did the iron fist in your velvet glove just turn
     To rust? He waved me away without looking up.
When the Donors’ List was posted, I saw the ship
     Had reached Comp-Comp. That day I went astern

And found Ames leaning on the taffrail,
     Spitting into our wake. I asked what made
Him change his mind. The First Lieutenant paid
     For me! He scowled and stood straight as a nail:

Take my name off that list! It makes me look
     Like I broke! I said I’d see, but we both knew
We’d lost. On the hangar deck, they mustered the crew
     To applaud the captain as he raised his plaque.