Santa Fe (CL 60) - Naval Cruise Book

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On 9 MaTreh 1945 ComCruDiv 13 shifts his flag from SANTA FE to BIRIVIINGHAIV. After crossing brow, ddm. Devo surveys new quarterdeek. Hoisting aboard stores and provisions sent overfrom a szippbf ship, then packing them below, is inevitable part ofthe in-port roatine. With the guidance M Div. Ojieer and Chi-gf Petty Offer, Third Division men gain speed, eficieney and teamwork on 5-inch loading machines. Tanker IWISSISSINEPVAV barns in left background as sub-hunting destroyer picks up sound eontaet and drops depth charge. All ships are at G.Q . y,yQ T7 , wiwf v 'ai - ' fl

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f l The shipperfnds a neeleerehief tied ineorreetly or possibly a not-so-clean skivvie shirt, and does not hesitate to point it oat. Shoes brightly polished, hats properly squared, unjorms spotlessly clean, are mandatory to pass Saturday Captain's Inspeetion of Personnel. Saved for the last of Ulithi memories is the mighty little bit of heaven, unforgettable Mog Mog-a garden spot Without liberty and almost Without recreation, except for a couple cans of beer mixed with blazing sunshine, elaborate canvas crap tables and supposedly get-rich-quick games managed by enterprising beach sailors, an assortment of amateur black markets, coconut palms, deserted native huts, soft and beaten up ball diamonds, seashell hunt- ing, ocean swimming, the stockade and berths and '-but someone put it this Way: sand, coconut trees, beer, sun, rain, beer, lizards, native huts, beer, rain, beer, and how did I get back? This was Mog Mog, the soul of Ulithi. This was Ulithi, the ironic Paradise of the Pacific. ' Beneath slender barrels of Turret One's 6-inch guns rest hundreds of nose-capped 5-inch projeetiles hoisted over freshfrom ammunitionsupply ship alongside. Chain of me 1 transfers thejifty pound shellsfrom ammo box to deekg other men will stow them away in lower magazines. W.