Ensign Willett heard the lookout sing:
"Two enemy raiders off the starboard bow." He raced to the deck of the U.S. merchantman just in time to stop a shower of splinters from the first shell. As he lay dazed, more shells screamed over the deep blue South Atlantic to bury themselves in the ship's unarmored sides.
Ensign Willett, commander of the Navy gun crew, staggered to his feet, went to the after gun and opened fire on the smaller of the two raiders. The forward gun, under the command of the second mate, blazed away at the large raider. Other hands busied...
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