To eight men on an atoll in mid-Pacific, the approaching drone of four Hornet motors fortnight ago was the climax of three months' arduous efforts. While hundreds of frigate birds and terns screamed in dismay, they hopped up & down on the beach, waving gleefully.
To eight men 9,000 ft. above in the gleaming Pan American Clipper, the exuberant specks on the beach were less interesting than the little lump of land they hopped on. It was Wake Island, an insignificant pinprick on the map since 1796 and an uninhabited U. S. possession...
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