It is a big day in Pearl Harbor when a black submarine slides in past the green flatlands, past Ford Island and the gaunt wreckage of the Oklahoma and warps into a slip at the Submarine Base. On her conning tower is painted the score of her cruise: a column of rising suns. A Navy band tootles a greeting. Lashed to her periscope is a broom, symbol of a clean sweep in enemy waters.
Ask a battleship or destroyer man where he has been operating and the answer is the Aleutians or the South...
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