Brooklyn (CL 40) - Naval Cruise Book

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We had our Club two stories high, Three rooms and bath and lots of rye. The toughest duty of the week, Was staying sober while barkeep. At Marquesa's Palace by the sea, We joined the best society. There we danced to Brooklyn's band, And shot the bull about the land. Came one evening to a party, Malta's Prefect, big and hearty. He told great tales, all blood and thunder, But Andy Burgess drank him under. Christmas Day found spirits high, Thirty orphans shared our pie. Goodbye Grand Harbor, it's been fun, Let's get to work, the war's not won . A good friend of the 'Mighty B', Was H.M.S. Penelope. She'd done a lot for freedom's sake, Now she's gone, our heart does ache. The Dido and the Phoebe, Joined with us to Napoli. There's another landin in the Med, Brooklyn'll guard this lmeachhead. One dark night on the Italian coast, We moved in quietly like a ghost. At Anzio our troops did spring, A great surprise for Kesselring. The Army landed, no strain at all, We stood nearby to wait their call. And call they did many times, We blasted guns behind the lines. Brooklyn men will not forget, The Night they hit Mayo, Plunkett. Glider bombs and flares he dropped, But Jerry missed his jack-pot. Our old friends were Edison and Trippe, With heavy smoke they screened our ship. They dodged with us each German shell, Returned with us to give 'em hell. Beans and coffee, board's dessert, Seasoned with a red alert. Red Anzio from the Bosn's Mate, Was the password 'fore we ate. Up the coast one morn we sailed, Wind hit sixty, then it hailed. The Mighty B could take a lot, Her salty crew was troubled not. But one jg from Radar Plot, Had lips of white and looked half shot. Mumbled he: Just let me see, The Recruiting Officer who talked to me! The gallant Trippo tooks waves of green, O'er mast like a submarine. Now you see her, now you don'tg Forget this storm, you bet we won't . The Phi1ly's back, came the day, To rendezvous in Tunis Bay. French Algiers next we saw, Where CincMed reigns and ComNavNaw. Hotel Aletti is one spot, To see Algiers and what is hot. Bright uniforms and clothes bizarre, Were gathered here from near and far. We're off again on the 'Mighty B', To do a job upon the sea. Six months of cruising in the Med, You've heard a bit of the life we led. Six months Later Southern France got her 'D' Day, For invasion barges we cleared the way. The Riviera felt our roar, With French and British men-o-war. An Army Pilot downed at sea, Owes his life to the 'Mighty B'. Propriano was not much at all, So here we had our swimming call. Time overseas has reached a year, Hopeful rumors still we hear. Off St. Tropez long we waited, Long glass liberties the best we rated. On Gravesend Bay our hearts are set, It's been a year we?ll not forget. Some things are in my mind to stay, Like 'loading drills' and 'Staff Gangway'. When old Vesuvius got mad one day, We got her dust in Sorrento Bay. In Naples Bay 'mid summers heat, The King of England reviewed the Fleet. When Combat's planes are comin' in low, One mile out at two double oh, 'Combat's lost them, God knows where,' And the O.D.'s got another gray hair. When to Sky Six the 0.D. said, 'Permission not granted to go to the head Get on the ball up in Sky Aft, How's to track those two small craft. When our G.K. did pace the deck, And old O.K. was the Exec, When broken toes and a hundred ills, Were cured by Sick Bay's three white pills. When our Baseball Team was hard to beat And in War Bonds we led the Fleet, Now Jerry respects our six inch gun, And Brooklyn's proud of what she's done. We cussed those watches, swore like bums, About things in general we beat our gums. But there's not a ship on any sea, That we would swap for the 'Mighty B'!

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-if OUR MIGHTY B Brooklyn was this cruiser's name, 'Twas in the Med she got her fame, Where ancient galleys used to roam, The 'Mighty B' had made her home. September was in Boston great, We fought the battle of the Cape. Canberra crew we gave the dope,v Call them lines, they a1n't ropes . Then came the hurry call, Savannah's hit, We're needed all. But wait, no cans to screen, To hell with that, our eyes are keen. Light off the boilers, up gangway, Make preparations to get underway. Go to your stations the sea detail, The watch has shifted, we're setting sail. Baker's checked, departments ready, The watch is set, the wind is steady. Anchors aweigh! We're off to the Med, So long old Boston, full speed ahead. The third day out we hit a gale, All turkeys mustered by the rail. O'rourke was missing in the search, We hated to leave him in the lurch. Seventh night out we saw a light, Land Ahoy. Old Gib's in sight. The channels narrow, traffic heavy, But our old man's course was steady. Oran we saw but not for long, We were eager, spirits strong. Due East we went, slowing not, North coast of Sicily was the spot. What port it was we didn't know, Then we sighted Palermo. Such beauty we had rarely seen, Mountains high and valleys green. Philly and the Boise were waiting there, They'd done good work in the Salerno a We got the Staff, they pulled away, And there we were, S.O.P.A. Now little did we know, When we set foot in Palermo, That it was in the books to be, The home port of the 'Mighty B'. But we liked well Mondello Beach, Souvenirs were many, not bad eats. Catacombs, churches, shops and vino, We nestled close to Mt. Pellegrino. Rugged duty was Shore Patrol, Look in the shops and take a stroll. At the Club the job was tougher, Stay on the wagon and really suffer. Here it was we met the Mayor, We think he liked our bill of fare. Plus other visitors who would beam, 'My gosh, you people have ice cream'. ffair. But came the call for CL 40, To help the Army with a sortie. Gaeta felt our wrath one day, Returned to rest in Naples Bay. Did I say rest? I take it back, 'Cause I hardly saw my rack. A new tune on the Hit Parade, Was 'Air Defense', Here comes a raid. Now Dirty Gertie from Bizerte, Is a legend of the Med. Here it was our fliers brave, Got the DFC from 'Dugout' Dave. SNAFU, TARFU, FUBAR, 'Twas the transfer of the war. What's the dope on the two star flag? Just who's winning this game of tag? Off to Algiers and H.K. Hewitt, To 'get the dope on how to do it. Something's up, we headed west. Stopped at Gibraltar for a rest. Gib's a rather British town, We liked their Scotch and drank it down. Here we heard the Bugle Blare: Attention for the Spanish Mayor! . But off again, a job to do, Escorting corn-huskers was something new. G Q all night, speed at flank, Well we knew, we were outranked. Oran's the spot that has good beer, Drop that hook in Mers-el-Kebirl Vulcan sailors out of the way, Here comes the Brooklyn down the bay. Nurses, Wacs, beer and snacks, At Maison Cologne some were taxed. Football on the dock we played, The Frenchies aft were quite dismayed. To Club Thirteen and Murphy's Bar, We bummed our way in the weapons car. The women here were quite allright, Better yet was Herman's delight. Every day the B.A.F. Flew o'er the ship till we were deaf. We shore bombarded night and day, To show the Frenchies how to play. Christmas season was drawing nigh, Malta's the spot and not too dry. Three long cheers for Admiral Dave, For our best interests he did slave. Our 4.0 Club was lots of fun, Beer.yvas weak, ale was bum, But Jltterbug our crew could do, The Malta girls liked something new. K1ng's Head Bar and Union Club, Valletta's Gut had many a pub. Sllema lay across the drink, A Dhysa'll take you in a wink. i. I l 1 I l I r r i 1

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I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I F I I I Mohammed Abdullah, Pasha Of Fedhala ....y.- 7'Q4l'T 4 1 - 6 - Mohammed Abdullah, pasha of Fedhala Mohammed Abdullah' Pasha of Fedhala 1 h t Jumped out of his bed and ran up to the roof At home wore a tarboosh, outdoors a p ug a , . th cried uAHah' Oh Auahw Read latest French novels and Philip Guedalla, Arouiddhlmwhedwgg-ization Plan put' to the progf But stood okydoke with the boss at Rabat. n Wa e ' From sixty years' diddling and all kinds of fiddling A bwrh full Zirzigllfkjrjrfdtgiesizififjoiggllesintizlff Mohammed Pasha was completely snafug I en :fc , , , J, But for social position, eight wives in commission While landing boats toilm' through Surf all 347011111 He kept, and 3 Tahiti trollop or two. Brought in reinforcements on every big swell. -2- -7- From local finances dough stuck in his pantsies- Offsgori,thifjhviesritfiigllfjiltozxiiigg ?:mTShes- Mohammedwas one to take care of his friends, S lx' . ' And little could he gain from old Marshal Petain, Indoxrs ltheTedZ1,Z:3iesfSr6i3ZgiSoigrrghielggiged peaches But plenty went up to make Vichy amends. S oca' , ' , The Germain high mission, by Laval's permission, Alofgthefe WaS,11u2m:1Efj':1a4Q1ff:3p?tmmm1ng He met in casino or local bazaar, 0 gwe avla 0 ' , Exchanged a Heil Hitler for something much littlerj Below, a' tafme camgl fby name Abdul lim? Whenever he passed Captain Fritsch in the car. Was hlt by 3' slxqncher square on t e ump' -3- -8- One November morning before the day's dawning Eachfggnfoelinzliii ijfsg gilgir Sgffgly begin, He said to Wife Eight Pm a son-of-a-bitch . . . ' . If the Yanks do not hanker for fair Casablancag Turned w1th,tremlgouE,hpftoWard at iii? fifihtmg shlp Let's send and consult the Herr Captain Von Fritsch. Sa,dWh0s2fiig'i?titiaiv5?1i lllalgegriioin Tjlitigl' Pipe down! said Fatima, You elderly dreamer 1 ,youu , . Them Yanks are all set to get slammed at Dakar, D S I Zio? D 5131 cglstsla' gig, damn! N dtfI'k, B1:t'Shk' oeee en HW f 0 rain giive cttheJYIanlk :girly Onae lil? of jlijalryf Gecha pants on Mohammed, de time's come to scram! - 4 - - 9 - H H . H u !v ' ' My dear said Abdullah, I trust that Fedhala , See?fDt3I:hWhaicrivghsexhigisgg? ?:,rvJli1:5 Z' 2132? ers, Is true to the Sons of the Prophet today' . . . ' But a splashing of boat oars and humming of motors Let giihjtliofllg sslsggygnioolxuailgptgs X22-ll3:r'here, Tells me something phoney is on down the bay' . ., ' Red lights are a-blinkin' and motor boats stinkin' , De Blgttene Sher? S gone dead as cokl turkey' Don't sound like a moonlight beach party to meg D G e guns in ebciplet fljzkif gut WI: a EJOP' t it You know that the U-boats and sundry French screw-boats e ermans avg, ea 1 ' on now ow mee ' In Have warned us a big Yankee Heet was at Seal, Compared wi dose Yankees de French are a flop. 5 - 10 - I , - - V i Yet, alas for the BROOKLYN, she ne'er had a look-in While talk he was makin' the dawn it was breakin' To see what her fightin' and shootin' had done A In the N01'l1h the B13 DIPPGI' Stood UP 011 his tail: The girls' planned reception just proved a deceptiong shore an old yahoo bawled Allah-Allahu! The Army 3 5,8 got the glory and fun Just C5113 xIi:1iZZ,ubi51ZlZ:1Tliergglalkwailll BAM' BAM' Three times the French Navy came looking for gravy, , er 1 wen . , Th - h' And Admiral Hewitt gave signal HPLAY BALLP, ree tirgmaetskthe bold BROOKLYN drove every s 1P Install? of retmng the Yanks commenced ming Now she's guardin' the carriers from Hitler's sea harriers, ith starshell and common, bombardment and all. Condition II set to take care of the pack SAIL EASY MIKE J 11 November, 1942. ,. ,.,, , , k X I -X. .. . .. ..-,...... K x1 hah u Q Q N- -I k-R -I- - -R-I-lg:-K-R-X-I-I-Q-E- - - -,, L