Bremerton (CA 130) - Naval Cruise Book

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DEDICATIGN f ., 1, .- 7' -Q SX . 4 5 ,la xl ll ll wil V sill lla N30 W sl if N f On lo Sepfember i952 Chief Warranf lvlachinisf lvlafe Harold H. Anglin, USN, passed away from a suddenf hearf affaclc. He had served ninefeen years in fhe Navy and Came fo fhe BREMERTON affer a four of dufy af fhe Naval Sfafion in San Diego. He was a man of fhe sea, a man dedicafed fo fhe service of his counfry and fo fhe profession which he proudly followed. The officers and men of fhe USS BREMERTON dedicafed fhis, fheir book, fo him, shipmafe and friend. I rnnst go down to the seas again, to the ldnely sea and sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her hy, I ' And the wheel's kick and the windis song and the white sailis shaking, And a gray rnist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking. I rnnst go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide g Is a wild call and a clear call that inay not he denied g And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flnng spray, and the hlown spnine, and the seagnlls crying. I innst go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gnll's way and thle whaleis way where the wind's like a whetted knife, And all I ask is a rnerry song from a laughing fellow-rover, And qniet sleep and a sweet drearn when the long trick's over. ' I JOHN MASEFIELD.