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Ray Lemke Page

Subject: Hi
Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2000 13:34:50 EST
From: LemSeaDog@aol.com
To: bobrsr@erols.com

Bob this is Ray Lemke, x-Cox USN, from the Anthony. Im not much in this pc but will give you a little more info on the Anthony.

Sunday May 27- A day of horror-unbelieveable.
The Brain DD630 just off to starboard is hit by two suicide planes. One on #2 gun the other on the afterstack. One, flaming, comes at us only to miss by inches going over the #5 gun. We shot down two.

We take the Brain under tow at 0930. Death toll unknown. Our ship has all compartments full of badly wounded men. Some have already died, others will soon go under morphine shots. They look yellow and half dead. The ship itself is almost a total wreck,

This happen on Roger Peter station #5 off Okinawa.

Ray Lemke
Anoka, Minn

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Dave&Paula Audet Page

Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2000 21:38:01 -0700
From: "Paula J Audet"


To whom it may concern and to my fellow shipmates. This brief narrative is taken from a diary, kept by an 18-year-old writer during the dates noted. It is as originally written, with only some spelling errors corrected.
The writers name was David J. Audet, didnt get the casino's bingo name.
NOTE: In 1997, at the Virgin River Casino, in Mesquite, Nevada, my wife and I were at the Bingo counter. The seller noticed that I was wearing the U.S.S. Anthony cap and asked if I had served on the ship. He told me that the Anthony had been sold to Spain, then to France. He had been aboard a U.S. ship participating with NATO forces and the ship sank the Anthony with one Salvo.
Dave&Paula Audet
The Diary is quite long and can be viewed by clicking here: Anthony Diary

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Al Trudeau Page

Subject: Once I Was A Navy Man!
Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2001 10:46:51 EST
From: Avtrudeau@aol.com

I thought maybe some of you "old salts" might appreciate this one -- some of you probably more than I. I just received it from retired Senior Chief Yeoman, Don Harribine. Even though all I did was fulfill my draft obligation in the Navy instead of in the army, I can still identify with just about everything that's said in this little essay.

I hope all is well with all of you, and, as Don Harribine always says, I wish you "Fair Winds with Following Seas"

Al Trudeau


Once I Was A Navy Man

I like the Navy. I like standing on deck on a long voyage with the sea in my face and ocean winds whipping in from everywhere -- the feel of the giant steel ship beneath me, it's engine driving against the sea.

I like the Navy. I like the clang of steel, the ringing of the bell, the foghorns and strong laughter of Navy men at work. I like the ships of the Navy -- nervous darting destroyers, sleek cruisers, majestic battleships and steady solid carriers.

I like the names of the Navy ships: Midway, Hornet, Enterprise, Sea Wolf, Iwo Jima, Wasp, Shangri-La, and Constitution, Providence -- majestic ships of the line.

I like the bounce of Navy music and the tempo of a Navy Band, "Liberty Whites" and the spice scent of a foreign port. I like shipmates I've sailed with . . . the kid from the Iowa cornfield, a pal from New York's Eastside, an Irishman from Boston, the boogie boarders of California, and of course a drawling friendly Texan. From all parts of the land they came -- farms of the Midwest, small towns of New England -- from the cities, the mountains and the prairies. All Americans, all are comrades in arms. All are men of the sea.

I like the adventure in my heart when the ship puts out to sea, and I like the electric thrill of sailing home again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends waiting on shore. The work is hard, the going rough at times, but there's the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the devil-may-care philosophy of the sea.

And after a day of hard duty, there is a serenity of the sea at dusk, as white caps dance on the ocean waves. The sea at night is mysterious. I like the lights of the Navy in darkness -- the masthead lights, and red and green sidelights, and stern light. They cut through the night and look like a mirror of stars in darkness. There are quiet nights and the quiet of the mid-watch when the ghosts of all the sailors of the world stand with you. And there is the aroma of fresh coffee from the galley.

I like the legends of the Navy and the men who made them. like the proud names of Navy heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, and John Paul Jones. A man can find much in the Navy -- comrades in arms, pride in a country. A man can find himself.

In years to come, when the sailor is home from the sea, he will still remember with fondness the ocean spray on his face when the sea is angry. There will still come a faint aroma of fresh paint in his nostrils, the echo of hearty laughter of the seafaring men who once were close companions.

Locked on land, he will grow wistful of his Navy days, when the seas belonged to him and a new port of call was always over the horizon. Remembering this, he will stand taller and say, "ONCE I WAS A NAVY MAN."

(Courtesy of RADM Kenneth G. Haynes, USN(Ret)
Former Commanding Officer, USS PROVIDENCE (CLG 6)
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