Here are some miscellaneous
pictures I have
put together that I thought you might
enjoy. It shows how life on a "TIN CAN"
at sea is a little bit
different than that of other ships.
The ship
pictures are courtesy of
"JIM
PAUL"
A calm day at 'POINT
PETE"
A not so calm day at "POINT
PETE"
Same storm-->"aft
view"
These guys should get Submarine pay.
A fairly rough hi-line with
unknown
tin-can
This is why they call them
"TIN CANS"
"COLD"
John Kennedy went to Ireland and we set up a line across the N.Atlantic in case he had plane trouble. The N. Atlantic is not the place to be in the winter.
This picture was taken on the "MID" watch.
This poem was passed on to me by
my life long
friend "STEVE
FISHER"
RD2
USS CHARLES P. CECIL
DDR-835
"ODE TO THE GIRLS OF
NORFOLK'
Say, girl, I saw you sneer just now.
Don't I look
good to you? I'm not one of your kind,
you say, for I
wear
Navy Blue.
You think that I'm not fine enough for
such a girl as
you, Men who would not have held your
hand have worn
the
Navy Blue.
You've barred us from your theaters and
from your
dance halls too, Where there is always
room for
everyone, except the
Navy Blue.
How many folks in civil life will take
the time to
think,That sailor boys do other things,
besides
swear and drink?
We are only common sailor boys, until
war starts to
brew, Then dear friends, you are the
first to cheer
the
Navy Blue.
When some are dead, when some are gone,
when life's
last cruise is through, We'll not be
barred from
heaven for wearing
Navy Blue.
So, when you meet a sailor boy, I'd
smile if I were
you, No better men were made by God,
than boys in<
Navy Blue.
"AUTHOR UNKNOWN"
The Final Liberty
By Helen
L.Venneri
"Don't cry for me", the Sailor said,
"I may be gone, but I'm not dead".
I'm in the fluffy clouds above,
I'm on the ocean that I love.
I've sailed the seas for several years
gone through so many wars with fears
that maybe we'd be blown away
and may not live another day.
I've traveled round the world by sea,
with Buddies by my side with glee.
We took in all that we could see
on many a rough-house liberty.
Where fights broke out, but none were
hurt. A broken nose, a bloody
shirt.
But back on board and safe on ship
We sat and bragged through a bloody
lip. And once again we'd hoist our
sail to another port, yet we'd never
fail to do the same thing once
again.
Just Sailor boys who would be men.
So try to understand I'm free!
from sickness, age and what would be,
My spirit's young and I am free!
I've gone on my Big Liberty.
With all the ones gone on ahead
I'm free at last, so I'm not dead."
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Mrs. Venneri
wrote this poem in remembrance of her
late husband,a crewmember of USS James
C. Owens (DD-776).It was read at the
ship's recent reunion.This poem appeared
in the March, 1998 edition of the Tin
Can Sailor
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