Ashland Class Dock Landing Ship


A Landing Ship, Dock (hull classification LSD) is a form of auxiliary warship designed to support amphibious operations. The Ashland class dock landing ship were the first of the type and were built during World War II.


USS Ashland (LSD-1) underway off Cape Henry, Virginia, 20 May 1953
Class overview
Builders: Lockheed Shipbuilding and Construction Company
Operators: United States Navy
Succeeded by: Casa Grande-class dock landing ship
In commission: 1943 - 1944
Planned: 8
Completed: 8
Active: 0
General characteristics
Displacement: 4,032 tons (light draft),
7,930 tons (loaded)
Length: 457 ft 9 in (139.52 m)
Beam: 72 ft 2 in (22.00 m)
Draft: 15 ft 5.5 in (4.712 m) fwd,
16 ft 2 in (4.93 m) aft (loaded)
Propulsion: 2 Babcock and Wilcox boilers, oil-fired; 2 Skinner Uni-Flow reciprocating engines; Twin screws
Speed: 17 knots (31 km/h)
Endurance: 8,000 nm at 15 knots
(15,000 km at 28 km/h)
Capacity: 22 officers, 218 men
Complement: 23 officers, 267 men
Armament: • 1 × 5 in / 38 cal. DP gun;
• 2 × 40 mm quad AA guns
• 2 × 40 mm twin AA guns
• 16 × 20 mm AA guns

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