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...Eugen, everybody spoke excited German. Voices were raised in beer-hall airs as the schnapps went down (in violation of Navy regulations). By remoter bulkheads, the Nazis held hands with American girls. Empty rye bottles rolled clanking under bunks. The loneliest man on board was the single U.S. Marine guarding the gangplank...
...There isn't much time. . . . Don't, I implore you, sink too deep, too far, into that famous English privacy. . . . Fleet the time carelessly [in] your slippers and armchair . . . go off with the girl and enjoy the loneliest possible holiday. . . . But when you come back, be a real citizen and not a hermit in a bungalow. . . . Remember that we are in history and are not merely watching it stream past. . . . I declare to you that I would rather see this whole island turned inside out and upside down every ten years, with whole cities pulled down and rebuilt...
...with those planes they can provide extensive cover for convoys beyond the range of land-based patrol planes. When the Allies announced the formation of an "air umbrella" which would provide air protection for convoys from continent to continent (TIME, May 10), escort carriers took over in that loneliest spot of the convoy lanes where the land-based planes turn back and leave the ships on their...
...chief job was to provide entertainment for some of the loneliest men on earth. With a 16-mm. projector and a few reels of antediluvian film, Jimmy borrowed a jeep (which now is practically his personal property), started on a series of one-night stands at the various bases. The setup was as simple as Eden. Jimmy would drive up, find a space whacked out of the jungle, set up his screen and put on his show. One of the early screenings was interrupted three times by Japanese bombers. Wrote Jimmy: "We would all dive for the slit trenches until...
...last Saburo Kurusu called on Secretary Hull again, this time at night at his hotel, and stayed for three hours. There was still no statement. Around the brownstone Japanese Embassy, biggest and loneliest in Washington, the atmosphere was like a hospital street where the signs read Quiet, Please...