Oriskany (CV 34) - Naval Cruise Book

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TR I P 0 L I Continued ORE than 100 years ago. lin' .Mncrican sailors were drowned in the lmrbor ol Tripoli. 'l'hcy had just left a United States nnin-oi-war lying offshore. In the rough waters ol the primitixc port, their boat capsized. When the bodies is ere recovered, they were buried with honors on the edge ol the clill' overlooking the blue Mediterranean. Libya was then almost an unfriendly country, sus- picious of Americans who had a few short years before forced an end to the depredations of Barbary pirates. Farther east, other Arabs had traditionally levied toll on camel carayans crossing the desert from India. Kid- naping, ransom and piracy on the open sea had been just as practical. But in 1951 the coasts of North Africa were friendly to the United States. Captain Lyon came ashore to honor, in a formal ceremony, the memory of the bye who had died in 1840. The small American cemetery shone greenly on the sandy cliff. Tops of palm trees rustled above the white walls. A single entrance faced the blue sea. To mark the graves of the sailors, a simple stone and a bronze plaque had been erected close to the entrance. Inside the cool white-and-green cemetery, the Ma- rines stood stiflly at attention. Outside a bugler sounded taps. Captain Lyon laid a wreath upon the tombstone. Three volleys were fired by the guard. Every one pres- ent saluted, facing the graves. Copfoin Lyon and the American Consul, Andrew G. Lynch, stand during taps. ii xygyifhvf 1 iihrfr F- 4 1 -'4 1, I ix, 1 ' 1i' i bak Q ' x-. '- j . .IZ ., X 3 . TV .Q W. y A Q . x, .sf-ag 4 fps ...MX Q I 12. f. t e Q55 t ifihti' 1 . . ' 1 X x'72iffliii A i?q,Qig.r1 x T f .1 2455 , 1 ' 1f.1asi Nat .F 1 L4 Kilo' Q ip . 1 1 .,, .. .- f it in an African cemetery, an impressive ceremony I 2204, 4543 fx,