Haven (AH 12) - Naval Cruise Book

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CYRIL B, HAMBLETT Captain USNR Commanding Officer 9-l7-5l H i Qu ui-r Sf I -I nu- , DEDICATION To the men and women of the USS HAVEN lAH-125 who wrote the following chapters with their smiles, frowns, sweat, laughter. With their hopes, skills, unselfishness. With their despair and courage . . . and curses, and some- times tears . . . To the guy carrying that umpteenth case of lettuce up the gangway. To the guy handling the lines with red and often blistered hands . . . to the woman in grey pin-stripes who wearily walked the passageways checking on a serious patient. To the corpsman who squinted to see a thermometer reading in the dim light . . . to the guy who, sleepy-eyed, felt the shock of cold water sloshing about his feet as he swabbed down the decks at 6 A.M .... To the Doctor lighting a cigarette with tremb- ling fingers after standing long hours operat- ing. To the man intently listening to the dot, dot, dash of a message, and to the man stand- ing a boring and routine deck watch , . . To these, and to many, many more who con- tributed so much, this book is sincerely dedi- cated. C. B. HAMBLETT Captain USNR U.S S. HAVEN lAH-l2J l95l - i952

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N fix WN fl lw ex fr mid V X fel '?QflllM f il Q flue We are the people of the HAVEN! We're from New York, Wisconsin, Alabama, Washington, Florida, Wyoming, New Mexico, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Texas, California, and of course, from the best state, our own. We're doctors, lawyers, merchants, tinkers, tailors, mechanics, cooks, bakers, nurses, students, farmers, miners, foundrymen, carpenters, painters, plumbers, salesmen, insurance men, remittance men, policemen, firemen, confidence men, and almost anything else you can think of. We're Navy . . . regulars, careerists, single hitch men, Reserves extended in- voluntarily, ditto voluntarily lll, Reserves who've volunteered for active duty, and retreads, called back for more service. But one and all, we're Navy. We're the kind of a crowd you'll see anywhere in America. Some are tall, some short, or fat, or thin, dark, light, ruddy, sallow, swarthy, blond, brunette, red-headed, with blue eyes, brown eyes, or grey ones, green ones. We're hand- some, homely, happy, sad, old, young, and in-between., But wherever we've been, who we were, whatever we are or hope to be, we're every one of us here for one thing: we have a job to do.