Bache DD/DDE-470


Rhyming Deck Logs

Tuesday, 1952 Jan 1

USS Bache DDE-470

In Norfolk, Virginia at N.O.B.,

At the Southern side of Pier 23,

With six stout hawsers over the WATTS,

All secured with seamanlike knots,

Good ship BACHE outboard of the nest,

LAFFEY and KRAUSE make up the rest,

Power and water coming from the pier,

The WATT’s steam keeps us warm while here,

ComSecondFleet is S.O.P.A.,

As we began 52’s first day.

-M.A. Schuchat, Lieutenant, (jg) U.S. Naval Reserve

-J.W. Reed, Commander

-R.K. Minard, Lieutenant, Navigator

Thursday, 1953 Jan 1

Bache DDE-470

In the Norfolk, Virginia Naval Base,

At the Convoy Escort Piers

Moored securely in our place,

Greeting ’53 with cheers.

To the MURRAY are six lines, double,

and four stout cables too,

To keep the weather from giving us trouble,

And ride the strong winds through.

We’re all tied up to the SHENANDOAH


Receiving from her nothing more

Than water, steam, electricity.

The harbor is with ships replete,

From cruiser down to raft,

Mostly from the Atlantic Fleet,

And yard and district craft.

The ship is closed up for the night,

Secure as we can maker ‘er,

By setting up a water tight,

Modified condition BAKER.


Is SOPA locally

As we look ahead and carry on,

into 1953.

-J.W. Simmons, Ensign, U.S. Navy

-J.W., Reed, Commandero

-R.K. Minard, Lieutenant, Navigator

Sunday, 1956 Jan 1

USS Bache DDE-470

The BACHE lies here more dead than alive,

Starboard side moored to pier number five.

In berth 36, Norfolk Naval Shipyard,

Portsmouth, Virginia to rhyme with is hard.

We, with six destroyer mooring lines doubled,

while the rest of our shipmates are getting well bubbled.

For us, these fine sailors do not shed one tear,

With our damned wire cables fore and aft to the pier!

Ah, for some whiskey, wine or some beer!

But we get only services, water from the pier!

Even the MURRAY alongside to port,

Can do no better than water for a snort.

Alas our plight here is not really too hard,

Being shared by craft of Fleet, district, and yard.

(Merchantmen present merit no mention here,

They’re far too busy guzzling down cheer).


He can help almost everything, but some things he can’t!


-R.D. Lynch, LTJG, USN

-D.F. Harrington, Jr., CDR

-C.K. Moore, LCDR, Navigator


1951 - 1956


1956 - 1962

In the photo above, the Bache is on the right. This photo is in the collection of Dick Dick Leonhardt.

Bache October 20, 1945. Moored at Brooklyn Yard. Contributed to archives by Gary Edmisten and John Chiquoine.

Bache during Navy Day Fleet Review, October of 1945.Contributed to archives by Bruce Helmboldt.

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Saturday, 1955 Jan 14

USS Bache DDE-470

Mid whistles and sirens and foghorns galore,

’54 out the hatch, ’55 in the door

The fighting ship BACHE at pier 20 she lay

berth 205, C.E. Piers, Norfolk, Va.

For company there’s plenty including the MASSEY

The OWENS, The MURRAY, The Cowell, The Sperry

All six are now part of Atlantic’s great fleet

but soon the Pacific, the COWELL will meet.

To bolster the strength of Pacific defense

To Dego, and Frisco, and Pearl, that makes sense?

Six 6 inch destroyer lines fore and aft doubled

All gunnery to fantail if waters get troubled

My orders, keep slack out of lines at all cost

A breast line back aft, or we’d surely be lost

The sea is now quiet, high winds, there’s no trace

don’t worry , keep calm, cables all over the place

Fresh water from pier, the rest of the night

To keep snipes on board just wouldn’t be right

Our steam and our power the MURRAY will supply

What luck saves us work, a BACHE friend til we die

Vice Admiral FAHRION, SOPA Today

In U.S.S. POCONO, hip hip hooray.

The last line a poor substitute for a rhyme,

but well, I must hurry, I’m running out of time

To the BACHE and it’s crew, while my mind is still clear

The very best luck and a HAPPY NEW YEAR.

-D.A. Griffith, LTJG, USNR

-J.H. King, Jr., Commander

-T.I. McFarland, LCDR, Navigator

Friday, 1954 Jan 1

USS Bache DDE-470

Oh, somewhere there is laughter, somewhere there is cheer,

As happy people everywhere ring in the glad New Year.

But the duty section on the BACHE are tossing in their sleep

And murmuring fitfully of dates they couldn’t keep.

Six standard tin-can mooring lines which hold them to the dock

And two wire cables, 5/8 inch, the holding round the clock

Can’t keep the lads of dreaming of places on the beach

Where beer and blondes and music are always within reach.

Our sister ship, the MURRAY, moored to our starboard side

Is veteran, as are we, of may stormy ride.

She has her share of restless men who’d like to feel alive

Instead of moored to pier dog, berth by number five,

New York Naval Shipyard, at Brooklyn in New York;

And we’ve been moored ere this in Nice and County Cerk.

Fresh and fire main water, electricity and steam

Serenely flow to us from shore, beneath our New Year’s dream.

The telephone is also there, a black efficient cable,

A lifeline to a world of song, of breathless dream and fable,

And Captain S.M. PICKERING is still SOPA.

O’er all the ships present holding steadfast sway,

Many ships around us from the fleet and other sorts

Are here with rusty cargo ships, home from foreign ports.

The USS ANTIETAM is boss of all, you see,

From gold braid and official to humble you and me.

Thus another year begins another bubble bursts,

Containing many things for us, from best on down to worst.

But though we sail to far off ports, in foreign waters steer,

We’ll all remember old New York, where came the bright New Year.

-D.A. Griffith, ENS, U.S. Naval Reserve

-J.H. King, Jr., Commander

-T.I. McFarland, LCDR, Navigator