Macdonough (DDG 39) - Naval Cruise Book

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A N D ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT

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t, - J m THE SNIPE ' S LAMENT .Now facn o! js from ttrnt to time, has nzi ' u up m th« 5«a, and vi-alched th» ' warships palling out. to keep this country free And most of us hav read a book, or heard a lusty tale about the men who »8tl th«5e ships, through lightning, wind and hail. But th«r« ' s a place within each ship, that legend fatts to teach It s down below the waterline. it takes a living toll • a hot metal living h H. that sailors call the hole . It houses engines run by steam, that make the shafts go round, a place oi ftre, noise, and heat, that beats your spirits down. Where boilers like a hclli«h heart, with blood of angry steam. are molded gods without remorse, arc nightmares in a dream. Whose threat that from the hres roar, is life living doubt. that any mmute would with scorn, escape and crush you out whose turbines scream Ilka tortured soles, alone and lost in hell. as ordered from above somewhere, they answer every bell. The men who keep these fires lit. and make the engine run, are strangers to the world of night, end rarely see the sun. They have no time lor man or God. no tolerance for fear. their aspect pay no living thing, the tributes of a tear. For there s not much that men can do. that these men haven ' t done. beneath the decks. d«ep in the hole, to make the engines run. And every hour of every day, they keep the watch in hell, for if the fires ever fail, their ship ' s a useless shell. jfc l Jrtl ' When ships converge to have a war. upon an angry sea, ' •■ (j,g g„ jjjsiyv . just grimly smile, at what their fight might be. They ' re locked in below like men foredoomed, who hear no battle cry, it ' s well assumed that If they ' re hit. the men below will die For every day Is a war down ther . when the gauges all read red. 0 1 twelve-hundred pcjunds of heated steam, can kill you mighty dead. ll§k f ' ' ' }± ■ ' ife o if you ever write your sons, or try to tell their tale. ■ the very words would make you hear, a fired furnace ' s wail. And people as a general rule, don ' t hear of men of steel. So very little ' s heard about the place, that sailors call the hole. But I can sing about this place, and try to make you see, the hardened life of men down there, cause one of them i me. ' ' I ' ve seen these sweat soaked heroes fight, in superheated air. to ku«p then ship alive and right, though no one knows they ' re there And thus they ' ll fight for agtfs on. till warships sail no more, amd the boUer ' s mighty heat, and the turbines hellish roar Z C L .... . U;» . .11 .r. r« .-..,.t k iilAvtllfd ic o ,V remember faintly If you can. th MU| ' le ' o ' 45