ARMY & NAVY
As the sun popped its red head over the San Bernardino Mountains early one morning last week, the main strength of the U.S. Fleet stood out of San Pedro and San Diego harbors, went nodding up the California coast with torpedo-shaped, mine-cutting paravanes hung from every grey prow and all hands at battle stations. In the preceding preparatory weeks the West Coast had thrilled to the report that, although not a shot was to be fired, the Fleet had taken aboard almost its wartime ammunition load. Thus began Fleet Problem XVI, grandest...
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