BATTLE OF THE ATLANTIC: Lights Out

The second engineer had good reason to be bitter. His false teeth and his ship, equally cherished, were on the Atlantic's bottom, tantalizingly close to the Jersey coast. The lights of a Jersey beach resort had silhouetted the merchantman for the Axis submarine that sent three torpedoes crashing into her. Griped oldster (58) James Robertson:

"The lights were like Coney Island. It was lit up like daylight all along the beach. With all the lights of —* behind us, they could see us easily. That submarine was right there, waiting for the first boat to come along. We're going to...

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