NAVY
Last week along the Jersey coast the rain fell and the grey Atlantic heaved in a 15-ft. swell. But some freighter crews, some fishermen, rolling under bare steerage way, saw a sight that made them forget the dull, grey weather. They heard the thunder of engines, saw the mist ripped open by a trim, broad bow, saw a tiny boat skim by, skittering off the tops of waves, pelting through others in a burst of spindrift. On her bridge they caught a quick glimpse of hooded men, goggled, drenched with spray, hanging on...
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