Farragut (DDG 37) - Naval Cruise Book

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Even pierside with the engines down, the Machinist Mate maintains FARRAGUT'S services, such as electrical power, and fresh and feed water. The hustle and bustle of underway activity continues as the engineers of M Division keep alert to ensure there are no wrenches in the smooth operation of the power plant.

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ENGINEERING: M DIVI ION One of the most basic yet very important jobs of a Navy ship is the act of moving that ship through the water. Everyone knows that it takes power to push a 6,000 ton ship through the water but, how many people understand all the implications? FARRAGUT'S engineering plant is a 1200 pound per square inch steam plant with two Delaval 42,500 shaft horse power main engines. It's the job of the Machinist Mate's of M Division to keep those work horses working. The main engines aren't M Division's only responsibility however. The holes also distill water for all of the ship's services. And what about electrical power? They do that too. It is services like these that makes FARRAGUT more than just a hunk of cold iron. Working in the holes calls for a special breed of man and FARRAGUT'S Machinist Mates know what it takes to keep FARRAGUT cutting through the water. The working conditions below decks are anything but comfortable, with the sweltering heat and constant high pitch screaming of the engines. But whenever a speed change is ordered from the bridge, you can be sure that the men of M Division will be ready to answer all bells! ,.. 'sf qw 1' ,fl M K , ae: ,U M I KU N4 :mx LQ ,M f I In

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Tl Now each of us from time to time, has gazed out to sea, And watched the warships pulling out to keep our country free. And most of us have read a book or heard a lusty tale, About the men who sail these ships, through lightning, wind and hai . But there's a place within each ship that legend fails to teach . . . It's down below the waterline, it takes a living toll. ,-1:-ye- S9912-Xse'.!. Fez., 1.1 ,A n 5 , . ,, 1 3 .4 ,, ,W MM fa A hot metal living hell, that sailors call the HOLE . It houses engines run by steam, that makes the shaft go round, A place of fire and noise and heat, that beats your spirits down. Where boilers like a hellish heart with blood of steam, Are of molded gods without remorse, are nightmares in a dream. Whose threat that from the fires roar, is like living doubt, That any minute would with scorn, escape and crush you out, Where turbines scream like tortured souls, alone and lost in hell, As ordered from above some- where, they answer every bell. The men who keep the fires lit and the engines roaring, they keep the watch in hell, For if the engines ever fail, their ship's a useless shell . . .l M DIV