The tugs pulled, winches ground, a flood tide whipped by a chill north wind nudged at her sides. Last week, on the fifth try, the mighty U.S.S. Missouri heaved a metallic sigh and slipped off the Chesapeake Bay shoal where she had sat, unbudging, on her big broad bottom, for 15 days. The band played Anchor's Aweigh and Nobody Knows de Trouble I See. In drydock, the damage proved slight. This week, haggard Captain William D. Brown, whose troubles were just beginning, would have to explain to a court of inquiry how,...
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