Battle of Ormoc Bay

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The Battle Of Ormoc Bay  

It was early in December in 1944,
That our fleet came steaming into Ormoc Bay,
And the Japanese were busy on some other local shore,
So we stood along the deck in brave array.

There were eighty warring vessels in our van that fateful date,
And their task it was to land upon the beach,
But before we sent our aircraft out, we knew we'd have to wait
Until MacArthur made another speech.

Then the word was quickly flashed for our planes to disembark,
And the brass was told to hurry up the crews,
For the hour was getting late, and the sky might soon grow dark,
And the Stateside magazines were out of news.

Things were going pretty well, and the beaches all looked swell
When the Japs decided they might like to stay,
So they stabbed us in the back with a sneaky air attack,
And it spoiled what could have been a pleasant day.

Then our ship was whirled around till the cans fell off the shelves,
And the Mahan and the Ward met with defeat,
And their wreckage looked so bad that we sank them both ourselves,
Just to keep the little Navy looking neat.

But with all the noise and fuss we enjoyed that little hop,
And it's probable we won't forget the day,
For the hours go slowly by on our harmless old flattop,
Save for moments like the fun in Ormoc Bay.
 


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