Birmingham (SSN 695) - Naval Cruise Book

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Like father - like son. The Bald Baron I only had 2 beers. think he likes ine. aBA AdAMfid

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That ' s good. OK let ' s try it again, Sir See Dick run HA, HA, FL.NNY JOKE, You can lift it now guys, GUYS. . . THE NIGHT BEFORE Yep, It just as ugly on the inside. T ' WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE Ol TCHOP AND ALL THRl THE MED, NOT A CREATl RE WAS STIRRING NOT EVEN A RED. THE EO.XTROTS ALL HI NG BY THEIR TENDER WITH CARE, AND BIRMINGHAM SAILORS HOPED THEY ' D STAY THERE. THE CREW WAS ALL NESTLED, SNIG IN THEIR RACKS, EXCEPT FOR THE CAPTAIN WHO WATCHED ALL THE TRACKS. WHEN SUDDENLY FROM SONAR THERE CAME SI CH A CLATTER. WE CAME TO P.D. TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER. WE CLEARED ALL THE BAFFLES, AND POPPED IP THE SCOPE PREPARED FOR A SIGHT THAT WOl LD DASH ALL Ol R HOPE. AND WHAT TO OUR WONDERING EYES DO WE SEE, BIT A KRESTA. A KANNEN AND A NEW VICTOR III. WE RADIO NORFOLK THE MESSAGE IS CLEAR, TO HELL WITH A TRANSIT WE WANT TO STAY HERE. WE TRACKED THEM ALL NIGHT AND TOOK PHOTOS BY DAY. BET WHEN WE DID LOSE THEM IT WAS GOD ' S HELL TO PAY. THEY TRIED AND THEY TRIED, Bl T RESULTS WERE THE SAME, THE CAPTAIN GOT ANGRY AND CALLED THEM BY NAME. ' ON OBIE, MC MILLAN, ON HARRIS AND KRUEGER, ON MUNSON, ON WILSON, MCGUIRE, AND MILNER YOU GET TO YOUR STACKS AND FIND IVAN THE RED. AND IF THAT YOl DON ' T IT WILL BE YOUR OWN HEADS. SO WE ' RE STILL IN THE MED, FINDING RUSSIANS BY CHANCE, Ol R NEW DATE IS MAY, BUT DON ' T BET THE RANCH. Nick Dibenedetto

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I told you the main engines would go next. How many miles to Norfolk ' ' Ha, ha, I ' m not mad, I ' ve always been this way. You just never noticed. You know, Eng, when I grow up want to be just like you With just twenty-three days ' til Norfolk It was spread thru out the boat The morale and spirit was high With the officers, the crew and the goats We had made our long run Our time we ' d put in Our presents were bought To take back to our kin Just biding our time .And punching holes in the sea Waiting to out chop And Lisbon yet to see About sixteen hundred We went to P. D. Copying N.AVSAT and broadcast In a very rough sea Captain to radio! Cried the radio room guys .And when the captain came out There were tears in his eyes He read and he re-read But the message would not change To not to have to break this news I ' d welcome a case of the mange He picked up the mike .And with trembling lips he said Home for Christmas we won ' t be We ' ve been extended instead. ' ' April Fools? asked the helmsman It can ' t be! cried the crew No joke, said the captain I ' m afraid that it ' s true. Our traditions are strong .And our pride runs very deep If our presence is needed Then our position we ' ll keep We all miss our loved ones And they all miss you But they find consolation in knowing That it ' s a job we must do Worry not for your family For they aren ' t alone The wives help each other ■And squadron is always by the phone So take heart, my submariners For we ARE a strong breed This one minor obstacle We shall overcome and succeed In the cold of the winter Toward .Norfolk we ' ll head And what better weather is there For you and your mama to be in bed? The Bald Baron