Off the coast of Connecticut seven squat little ships rode the grey waves of the Atlantic at dawn one sombre morning last week; a thousand men waited the order to "Blow her out" which would start the sunken submarine S-51 toward the surface from off her slimy bier in the ocean mud.
Ashore many sad folk waited anxiously for the long unredeemed corpses of the mariners. And exhausted officers on the salvaging craft hoped that their patience-trying laborings begun last September would finally be completed. Twenty-four drowned sailors remained quite unconcerned with all...
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