Two Grand Slams
In days past on shore duty, I lost consistently at bridge, and at one time became a well-known loser at the University Club in Washington (a den of wolves ever on the alert for new lambs). Last night my partner held 13 spades. The circumstances were a bit unusual.
We were at sea, searching for subs. We had experienced fair luck for some days. Shortly after sunset last night, word came down to wardroom over bridge voice tube that contact had been made. We took station for depth-charge attack. . ....