Colahan (DD 658) - Naval Cruise Book

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CHIEFS PRIOR TO TRIP FRONT ROW-Alger, Price, McCain, Henderson BACK ROW-Sweeney, chiefs Watson, Pleidger, Rice Foreman-Supervisors-the walking book of knowledge on The Navy Way . They solve the problems which confront Their Gang by paging thru their books of experience. i CHIEFS AFTER TRIP FRONT ROW-Pfeifer, McCain, Mottern, Bertram 1 BACK ROW--Sweeney, Etter, Leonard, Alger Page Eighteen

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qur..,.,.-1:-.x:sg-f. - -ev Fm:---V 11 ' li l rl l l SHIFT THE CGLORS. Page Twenty Down came the call sign and steaming colors, up went the jack and ensign. Ofn the bridge, the quartermaster entered in the ship's log, Tied up, starboard side to US-S Shields, San Diego, California . Officially, DesDiv l72's Korean cruise was over. However, it isn't human nature to write off-to forget as easily six months of watches, and powdered milk, of loading ammo, and listening to the five inch guns sound off for days at a time, of walking down muddy Japanese streets, and buy- ing souvenirs with sign language, or riding rickshaws, and trying to coax some heat out of a habachi pot. You remember for quite awhile how good that first taste of fresh milk was or, how good the warmth of Pearl Har- bor felt after Songjin, or, that it was a pretty dismal day as we stood under cover smoking a cigarette, wait- ing for a tug to take us alongside the Shields. The band on the pier was playing Roll 'Out The Barrel-we could barely hear the melody as we stood there watching it rain. But finally the tug came alongside and we headed in. As we approached the pier, the band struck up a new song, one we had never heard before and that black wiggling mass at the end of the pier became the fa- miliar faces of wives and Sweethearts-parents and friends. ln the excitement of seeing them standing and waving rain soaked handkerchiefs, welcoming us home with all their hearts, we forgot the rain and cold for once. But, for a brief moment before we did, it struck a note -someone mentioned Sasebo, someone else mentioned Yokosuka, another one of the fellas added-and don't forget August 20, the day we left the States. Who could? A