Brinkley Bass (DD 887) - Naval Cruise Book

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Where's C-anymead riding? Jehova abiding? Com Seven' s aboard the big Mo! Rig for rough weather, Come on, get together. The galleys' a mess down below. Affirm Victor Mike, launch an outgoing strike, Intend to pass under your stern. Darken ship, is that really a pip? Turn one - change my last to one turn. Control is now red, has the crew all been fed? There's black smoke from number 1 stack. Q111Ck, lock on that raid, but it' s now in a fade Belay that, it's now coming back. The radar is out, are you sure there's no doubt, A magnetron tube' s what we need. A man that is sick? We'll transfer him quick, Notify boss Ganymead. The signal gang's sending, these groups never ending, We're ordered to sink belly tanks. The night course changes, watch closely to ranges, Tell Viper we call Nancy Hanks. The radar guard follows, a posit for Swallow. Her station is wrong in the screen. This course is for landing, speed 5 he's demanding, Engine room stand-by for full steam. The barometer's falling: that's magnify calling. Some-body's shooting t e bull. A skunk on the scope? That's Airtight you dope, Engine room stand-by for speed full. A message to relay, the screen is amelee. Our gadget just went on the blink. There's ballast to pump, trash and garbage to dump, And mines, lots of mines we can sink. The bridge has lost steering, the weather's not clearing The menu says stew for tonight. These transfers are risky, my soul for some whiskey, Take plane guard for incoming flight. Fireball sends weather, turn nine - hell for leather, Who's guide and what should she bear? A sound contact hot, no, it's a fish that they've got. In combat they're tearing their hair. Bear a hand down on deck, for the old man' s a wreck, Two block the What the hell flag . Make that report, when' s the next time in port? Speed up, what's causing the lag? And that's only a start, on the really rough part, The DD' s must play in this force. I could tell much more, but I don't want to bore, I'd be wasting my time, too, of course. For the flat-tops a beaut, and the fly-boys are cute, And together are real Fancy Dans l . But they too, will admit, that it helps Just a bit, To have those little Tin Cans . 45

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' L7 gzegg 'Z 7? . WEEK! -. Q 'X 4 Jwugfv ll CA BHIES Now there's tales been told, some new some old, Of Task Force 77. Of carriers old and pilots bold, Who have carved their niche in heaven. But there's not been much, of the poetS 1S01lCh, On any the rest of the ships. t Were the flat-tops alone, when the fl1ghts were flown, And the Commies blown to bits? Now please get me straight, the bird-boys are great, I bow with the greatest esteem, But along with the bow, a salute I vow, To all the boys in the screen. They're not nearly as big, or as fancy a rig, As the rest of the carrier force. l And they don't make big news, with their non-flying crews Like a pilot of jets of course. Yet on each dawning day, in their own quiet way, They are there for the task force abuse. For whatever the task, Jehova may ask, There's a poor old destroyer to use. Though a circular screen to the heavies may seem, Like a simple maneuver to do Until you change both course and the axis of force, And ring up a speed change or two Then 1t's desig the guide on the opposite side, Rotate a station clockwise Expeditel posit' your head in the closet Execute' shackel' he cries What was that last? They're coming too fast The airdales have got the war won Life guard tonight' A bird dog Alright Nine corpen break speed 21 A radio check now clear the main deck A patient to transfer you say? Bombard the shore turn 104 Replenishment schedule today They've sighted a mine but everthings fine A personnel transfer? Life guard for Rancher No mine 1t'S only some Junk Deliver this mail My God what a f1a11 The high line Just broke with a load and 'die fuelmg hose Parted the fueling Just started, h no the formation Just slowed Fleet speed is five a, d On statlon at 0600 Iterrn expect to arnve gggnciglixp rslcgreen when the tankers are seen, as soon as you sight fem . is , - ' f . ' . . ' K . ggi lg . . ' . u Q, , ,A n 3 3, . . . f 4' . l . - . . 11 i k P 9 ' , ' x' !J: . I I N n l ' i 5 . , 1 I '4 5 . Q5 . , . ' , ' 1 E L A small boy will see that 1t'S sunk, L lf? , ' I v , . . , f ' J . . , . J 1 ll 1 . il? ' ' - . . ' ' ' E - ' , s Q if ' f 5, L: 44 W 'Ja -, we rr 3-:qw fl!J' ff- -- -

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