As the destroyer H.M.C.S. Micmac, 2,300 tons, bounded home to Halifax, spirits were high. The morning's "wups"* had been successful. Sailors lazed on upper decks, chatted about a forthcoming Atlantic cruise. Ahead, inside Sambro lightship, lay dense patches of fog, but that was nothing to worry about. The Micmac's radar was the most modern afloat. She sounded her klaxon, stepped briskly into a fog bank at 20 knots.
Suddenly, looming out of the fog, her captain saw above him the huge bow of a freighter. His thin-skinned warship plunged headlong into the 10,000-ton Yarmouth County, outbound at a cautious eight...
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