Tazewell (APA 209) - Naval Cruise Book

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xv'-YYX!NxX xxxXxv.uyi, XXKXXX N Xxxxxx xxgXXX XX'- This is such a sad, sad story, I really hate to tell it. Is isn't only your name he wants J . It's also, how DO you spell it? v 5 y 5. 5 ai I ,V I think I'll make a little sign s ,f In letters clear and plain So that angry voice won't shout, I-Ie'll see, what is MY NAME. l Get OUT of that SACK, What is your NAME, and also A 5 How do you, YOU spell it? What was your rate, you're on report, S But does he have to yell it? When I get out of the NAVY I'l1 run right home and not stoppo, Then I'll tell my wife of the grief and strife We had with the ship's Gestapo. A j . ig I When in the morning she awakens me, I'll not give her any sass I'll just say my name is Cooper, ? My rate was Second Class. -by Rex Cooper, Bkr2fc- I 49 s . :Q Q., 1 iv .X A Qi, .wi , A .,,,,, , in . M551 :,.i'

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QXXXXXXXXXX xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ' A ,L-.,xN Fi f Muxxxxxxxxv' xxkxxxxxxvxx xxxXXxxxxxxX I '1 . US' ffl I 5 f i ll V Q? I X wha! or ' aura Name? As I lie sleeping so peacefully, And my dreams are on the wane, Suddenly a voice is shouting, Wake up, what is your name? So I sit up on the edge of my bunk, But soon I'm lying back, And once again that voice demands, Get up, get OUT of that sack. From the shores of Okinawa All the way to the Golden Gate, Every morning--the same old story, Get up, what wax your rate? I hate to get up in the morning It always gives me a pain, To hear that voice a shouting Get up, what is your NAME? 48 ii, . . A ru ,X , ' , I ., ,V gi,-gags ' a W-. f - 2' 'W d isk? ' . x QT fix

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X . Xwxxxxvxx S xxxxX XxxxxXNxx xx .QAXXXXXXXX xgxX'5xVW5KX X Waaewaacl It is to the memory of the cat Shotgun , that strayed and wayward friend of all memhers of the T , that these wacky jingles are dedicated. In passing it might he appropriate to 0567 sympathy to that peerless, fear- less crew of gun 5l for Shotgun was truly their mascot, and in no small way responsihle for the maintenance of their morale durin g the trying days at Okinawa. No guncrew that could expend as mach ammunition as they did, without hitting anything, could long keep ap a jighting spirit, and were it not for that huoyant, vihrant personality known as Shotgun , dark and mysterious things might have taken place on the fantail. It was rumored among the mem- hers of the crew, that 5l shot of ten thousand more rounds and failed to hit anything, some deep-sixing might he in order. So, thanks to Shotgun the hoys did not lose spirit, hut just kept right on shooting, and with the same perfect score-.O0O. . To have rememhered the cat in lines of funereal prose, would not have heen in keeping with the spirit of that frivolous feline, and so rememhering him for what he really was, I offer: ,, SHOTGUN -A. W. G. L. Over the hill he did run off, And at all the warnings of his friends he did scoff. He was told that to go, meant shame and disgrace, And it would surely bring, loss of face.