Description
The clear notes of the bugle sounding chow call came over the loudspeakers throughout the ship. I stood waiting in the mess line, formed topside on the main deck aft. The last rays of the sun caught the signal flags flying - gave them a brilliant cast of red, green and yellow. The new cruiser rolled in the huge swells, leaving a foaming white trail behind her.
The men stood silently gazing at the horizon. The ship gave a slight shudder each time one of the swells crashed into her.
The sharp clanging of the ship's general-alarm bell, followed by the shrill call of the bugle, broke the silence. "All hands, man your battle stations!" blared from the loud speaker.
Recommended Citation
Johnson, Glenn
(1947)
"Abandon Ship,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
:
Iss.
3
, Article 18.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol15/iss3/18
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