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                     A Poem (author unknown)
					 
	                  USS Frament DE 677

                  ON THE TURNING OF THE TIDE


                A million times you'll see them
                When the fog is running low,
                And they're feeling for the channel
                While the moaning whistles blow,
                It's a kind of eerie feeling
                But it cannot be denied
                That the ships are almost Human
                On the turning of the tide.

                When you're in the gulf of Leyte
                Heading northward toward Samar,
                And the colors of the water
                Says the bottom isn't far,
                You can feel her sort of tremble
                And the crew may show her pride,
                For the ship and crew are soulmates
                On the turning of the tide.

                There's a big expanse of water
                Through a misty vale of tears
                Which we've crossed and left behind us
                In the wars most troubled years,
                When you think of Okinawa,
                And the fighting men who died
                Know you-Fighting ladies died there
                On the turning of the tide.

                Yes, a ship is almost human,
                Like the Frament, you'll agree,
                Who has been our Girl and Mother,
                Well, since nineteen forty three.
                She has seen us through some sorrows
                And some laughter, while she tried,
                Like a woman, not to show it
                On the turning of the tide.