Brumby (DE 1044) - Naval Cruise Book

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THE CAPTAEN Commander Peter G. Brown, USN In the quiet hours steaming independently through the night, in the action-filled periods cutting white wakes in the sea hunting a submarine, no matter what the time or place, the ultimate responsibility for the readiness and welfare of the BRUMBY and her crew rests on but one man, the captain. Commander Peter G. Brown, USN holds that burden aboard the USS BRUMBY. To him fall the endless hours on the bridge seeing the ship through the Straits of Denmark, his is the duty of greeting foreign guests as a representative of the United States. The in- creasingly complex world situation has served to in-9 crease the responsibility incumbent upon he who would command a ship at sea. In the sense that his hand upon the helm guided us throughout the cruise, this must be Commander Brown's story as well. A '

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fl QPE RATIQNS DEPARTMENT is LT Charles E. Ryan USN LTJG Alan L. Teubner ENS John M. Hamlet X 7 With long electronic feelers , the radar reaches out across the ocean to detect other ships and planes. Within the dark of the combat informa- tion center, panels glow dimly as silent figures watch their scopes. To the men of the opera- tions department, the world seems often to be wound up in status boards and radio-tele- phones, liberally dashed with static and calls from the bridge for true wind. And whatever the quiet enveloping the rest of the ship, radio central with its constant information f low. never discovers the true meaning, of the Word. ENS Billy B. Taylor