If ever sailors on submarine duty have a right to feel safe, it is when their sub is lying on the surface, lashed securely to her mother ship in some snug harbor. Last week, tied up to the depot ship Maidstone in Dorsetshire's Portland Harbor, the British submarine Sidon lazily made ready for sea and five hours of torpedo practice. Far up in her bow, an armament officer was inspecting the last of the practice fish: on her conning tower, Lieut. Hugh Verry, beginning his last day of duty as Sidon's captain, stood by...
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