USS Salt Lake City CA25|
Bits & Pieces from
"SHIP'S WAKE" - year unknown
Contributed by A. J. "Jack" Crose
CAN'T WRITE A THING, MOM
Can't write a thing, mom; the censor's to blame,
I'll just say I'm well and sign my name.
Can't tell where I came from
Can't mention the date.
Can't even number the meals that I ate.
Can't say where I'm going, or even where I'll land.
Can't even inform you if met by a band.
Can't mention the weather, nor even the rain;
All military titles must secrets remain.
Can't have a flash light to guide me by night;
Can't smoke a cigarette, except out of sight.
Can't keep a diary, for such is a sin.
Can't keep the envelopes your letters come in.
Can't say for sure, mom, just what I can write,
So I'll call this a letter and kiss you good night.
Gerald Rodebaugh, S1c., 1st., Div.|
LUCILLE CANNON BALL|
(Our No. 3-5")
by Dennis Durward Gunter
From the decks of the Salt Lake City to the islands of Japan,
We've got a score to settle the time is now at hand.
We'll bombard all their cities, we'll shoot down all their planes;
We'll sink their ships as we track them down the ocean lanes.
Now all our guns are murd'rous, as they have come to learn;
We train them in deadly fashion all the way from bow to stern.
Thus we'll drive them from these islands, we'll clear them from the sea,
For we're the fighting crewmen of the famed S L C.
Now here's to Hirohito, who is making his last stand,
And who will soon be 'so sorry' for the fate of his Japan.
For his earthly day is over as his troops around him fall.
We'll send this message to him on the five inch cannon ball.
The aeroplanes are humming, the cans kick up the spray,
As we level away our batteries that always win the fray.
They will know their days are over when the shells around them fall.
This is the message sent them on the Lucille Cannon Ball.
I'd been in my bunk an hour or so
When the messenger shook me and said:
"Come on, come on, get up, let's go--
I lay there a minute half asleep.
Such thoughts running through my mind!
How could I work for I'd want to creep
To that bed I left behind.
But I finally hit the deck
With a groan, a grunt and a sigh,
A stuffy head, and a half stiff neck-
I was really ready to die.
Still half asleep, with a scowl on my face,
A few growls about this dump.
then I was ready to start the pace
of watching a lub' oil pump.
With a big forced grin, I relieved the watch.
Then checked the gauges and valves -
Looked up at the two trusty engine room clocks
Their hands were both on the twelve's.
Four hours to sit here feeling low,
When up came a shipmate and said;
"Here take this cup of hot black "jo".
It'll help clear up your head."
It tasted good, it woke me up.
As I drank it hours slipped by.
That mate was one swell guy.
Then down the ladder came the man
Who had the four to eight.
With a pitiful look up his pan
Those watches he too did hate,
Now my twelve to four was over-
It wasn't so awfully bad.
Though it wasn't exactly clover,
I shouldn't have been so mad,
There's lots of these in the Navy.
But when your cruise is through.
You can brag, and boast and proudly say,
It's all for the RED, WHITE and BLUE
SMOOTH SAILING, SAILOR|
And so you leave today to join your ship.
That swift grim fighter of the sea--
To hold your place among the men who take
The Tides of battle to the foreign shore.
I can but ask myself the question:
Why should one of ours go forth where danger is?
And pray to God that he will lay His hand upon the ship
that carries you so far from home and friends
and all that hold you dear.
And yet I know the answer too.
That you would want to do your share in bringing hope
and peace and freedom back to earth again--
In breaking fear of tyranny and strife
and building in its stead a better world.
Where all may live and work in peace anew.
Hence do we say a brave farewell to you.
And bid thee speed and shining VICTORY.
The Marshall Islands lie east of the Caroline Islands, midway between
Hawaii and New Guinea. The eastern chain, the Ratak, has 16 atolls; the
western, the Ralik, 18. The atoll of Jaluit, which includes 50 islets,
is the trade center for the archipelago, and lies in the Ralik chain. It
has a native population of over 1000. Wotje, an important atoll of the
Ratak chain, consists of 65 islets, surrounding an oval-shaped lagoon.
The average stature for males is 65 inches, for females, 58.3 inches.
These Micronesians are taller and lighter than the Melanesians and have
rather straight hair.
The Caroline Islands form another (unable to read 1 word) archipelago
which lies west of the Marshalls. They extend westward for 1,800 miles.
They cover approximately 877 square miles distributed over nearly 50
groups, most of them atolls. Some of these islands are of volcanic
origin and belong with the oceanic high islands. These islands like the
Marshall passed from Spanish to German to Japanese control. It is said
that the children greet one in the morning with the Japanese "Ohayo", the
middle aged say "Guten Morgen," while the aged courteously extend a
greeting in the familiar Spanish "Buenos dias."
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