Lunga Point (CVE 94) - Naval Cruise Book

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sailors are still awakened by the immemorial invitation to arise as follows: All hands ! All hands ! Heave ho ! Heave ho ! Heave ho! Lash up and stow; lash up and stow. Wakey, wakey, rise and shine; the morning ' s fine: you ' e had your time and V c had mine. The sun ' s scorching yer bleedin ' eyes out. Beautiful dreamer lash up and stow. The cooks to the galley has gone long ago. .Show a leg! .Show a leg! Make a move! Lt. Homans r w own a pair of trousers that come clown to his ankles. jis -■?■ ■usvjy :!--. 193

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rioiii il.c ■Ll NCA I ' OlNir.R : Lyon, L ) . isl Division, wjilkinj; into the Re- cruiting Station in Raleiuli and saying, (;imme lliat oF sal -s tail: attain. I ' m gettin ' cliseourai ecl. C:orhran. BMjc, MAA l ' (jrce How about a transfer to the States? I have romijat fatigue, Sir. Ollicer What gave you that?? C ' .ochran The Foist Looey tenant. One of our Steward ' s Mates, C ox. StMic. he- came very .sea sick after leaving a port in which we had been for a few days. One of his bud- dies was kidding him Ijv saying, You is just a iandlui)ber. Dcy is no argument dere, replied C ' ox. . h s jisl linding out how much Ah hibs it. Toward the end of one of the basketball games between ' C-85 pilots and aircrewmen, the play became rougher than u.sual. Finally, the referee, an enlisted man, blew his whistle, fared one of the players and harked, Just try one more trick like that, and I ' m going to throw you right out of the game — Sir! Chief Boatswain ' s Mate J. B. Oliver is always commenting on the General Mess food and the CPO food. He ought to he able to discuss it intelligently; he cats at both places. Baker, ACM — How can I save this half of my fingernail? Kramer, CPhM — Pull it out and mount it. ' Bailey, CEM — Do you know that whiskey has killed more men than bullets? Gilles. Elec. - Quite true, hut we ' d rather be full of whiskey any day, wouldn ' t we? Callicoatte, PhMic — Wash your hands. Creekmore, Sic — Both of them? Callicoatte — No, just one of them; I want to see how you do it. Jury, ABM2C, picked up a handkerchief dropped by a Va e Lieutenant at North Island and said, You dropped this, I believe. Toots, Sir. Southern, CM3C, was running the obstacle course in a Navy Boot Camp, and. after run- ning as long as he could, he stumbled and fell down. The instructor immediately harked, Hey; get up; what ' s wrong with you? Southern groaned, Afraid I can ' t run any more. Sir. Instructor Well, dr n ' t waste lim - lying ihcrc. Start doing jjush ups. Barry, CV It was all very unusual. I quit my job, sold my car, moved my wif - and kids to a small apartment, woimd up my affairs and was given farewell parties. Then the Navy accepted me. First Lieutenant — How Itjng have you Ix-en working in this Compartment? Pehan. .Sic Ever since I saw you coming dow n the ladder. Sir. wu.y SAY US irle iH.vr Flanagan. PhM2c, went to call on a young lady in .Seattle last June, and, when he arrived at her apartment house, he found it had a self- operating elevator. He rang the hell, and the elevator stopp)ed at the ground lloor level and the door ofjened automatically. Flanagan, always polite, waited for the oc- cupant to leave the elevator until he suddenly realized that the occupant was his own reflec- tion in the mirror in the elexator. Flanagan swears this actually happened, and only on two beers! Pitrc. SK2C, and Peckham, Sic, are first and second loaders on 20 MM gun No. 35. During the attack on us of 2 1 February, oflf Iwo Jima. they loaded and re-loaded time and again; yet they insist they do not recall loading even once during the attack. Funny what a little thing like a Kamikaze attack will do to people. Rhoden, SCic, and McBee. Bkr3c, nearly broke their legs getting under the galley tables during the evening attack on us at Kerama Retto. The concussion of his five 20 MM guns gives the Battery Officer of Battery III, Lt. S. L. .Smith, a fit during anti-aircraft practice, but, during none of our attacks, has he even heard the firing of his guns, let alone felt the con- cussion on his ears. In the British Na y, instead of reveille, 192

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Do You R cnicnihcri Lt. Danii ' l Rotinc Block censoring mail. ' Bare. . RM2c, and iiis iiot trumpet? Ensign Butcher, the Ouihcrtson of poker, giving Lt. Cldr. Moore lessons for a nominal foe? Lt. C;dr. Hagstrom, our surreptitious ' Poet Laureate? Dallas Rhodcn, SCic. dishing it out Walgreen style? C ' .hief Boatswain ' s Mate Olixer talking about buying a C. ' E after the war, and anchoring it oflFort Laiidcrdale. and using it for a gambling ship? Chief Zankicwicz starting ofT a letter with Now that I ha c a few moments to spare ? Tango. PhoM2e. on CHiristmas E e night, telling about Christmas in East Boston? Botncn. BMic, getting his left leg tangled in his Gay Nineties moustache as he hurled the sledge hammer at the chair stoppers when dropping the hook at Guam? Hip Hop Childers. Cox, in his rack? Bourne, Sic, the CO2 Kid of the ist Dixision? Bullcn. MM2C, at Mast, telling the Exec. Yes. .Sir! I found a ca.se of beer, but .someone stole it from me ? Hood. A. F.. Sic. and Wilkcrson. R. L.. Sic mothering ' the plane captains? Grandpa Wright. . MMic. and his fur coat? Red Crane. .Sic. and his lo e letters? Whether Xoonan, QM3C, ever met the love- ly lady from Palmyra? Merryman. RM3C, and his organ playing? Peel, WTic. the hardest working and the richest man in B ' Division? Davis, P ' L . Cox, trying to grow a moustache? Lt. Bill Kearns climbing the ladder to the bridge with his arms full cf intelligence reports. Lt. (jg) Bob Reilly discussing carburetors with the occupant of the upper bunk in State- room oioq until mid-night every night? Commander Eastwold having a serious con- versation with Lt. (jg) Sebastian, at Eniwetok? .Subject — Electronics, or was it? Lt. Freddie Marvil of the Eastern .Shore telling us that he voted before he wore shoes? Lt. .McDougal drawing [jlans (or his postwar home? Lt. Wayne Black standing continuous watches in the C om Office. Ensign Ed Behn buying .Xiguiliette.s? Chief Radio Electrician Blackie Blackburn talking about Idaho? Ever hearing Pixley, .Sic. giving (jut the straight dope on our next operation? C:hief Baker hurdling the elevator pit and getting halfway down the hangar deck before linding out they were lesling the General . larm? C hief {iunner s Mate Wagner di.scu.ssing his inxestments? Flutter alve Johnson? Chief Hamilton bathing .Scotty ? Murphy and Oldakoski. C o.xswains. making the bulkheads of the ist Divisirjn Gear Locker vibrate with their never-ending arguments? Zappi? Dunn, Sic, talking about Pigeon, Michigan? (It ' s a town.) Myler, F2c. sitting in a poker game and say- ing, I don t know much about the game, but ril call and raise five blues ? Paliani, MM3C, saying, Tell ' em. Mac; tell em ? ■ Big Deal Schleining, . M2C, the gadget maker? Dangerous Dan Prado, . MM2c? Whether Kelley, BgMstr3c, and W ' estphal, QM3C, ever settled their argument? Pahutka, RMic, silent editor of the Radio Press? Xewlands. Sic. Lt. (jg) Haacke ' s Ace messenger? Smith. WTic. Russell. Bic. Roe. WT2C, and Grigoracos. WT2c, putting eggs in Ensign C:ummings ' helmet once, just before morning G.Q. ? Ever seeing .Servidio. Cox. when Bearden, Ciox, wasn ' t around? Lt. Joe Kush reading Forever Amber ? Lt. Thompson talking about the moon-light on WTiite Lake? 194