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...sketchy story of a violent, running battle early in December between U-boat packs and a great United Nations convoy was released last week by London. Escorting warships of the British, Polish and Norwegian navies sighted the submarines first in mid-Atlantic and for four days, in light and darkness, fought off the raiders with gunfire and depth charges. U.S. Navy and British Coastal Command planes patrolled the skies, swooping down on any sub bold enough to surface. Two submarines were probably destroyed. "Some" cargo carriers were sunk. The rest of the convoy, part of it probably destined for Russia...
...morale-engineers one was Norwegian, one a Dane, one a Canadian, the rest Englishmen out of reach of their own nation's draft laws. Among them: Tennist Henry Wilfred ("Bunny") Austin. Last summer they were classified 1-A. They were facing induction in November when Brigadier General Ames T. Brown, New York Selective Service director, ordered the cases reopened after an MRA leader approached him with an introduction from Representative James W. Wadsworth of New York, co-author of Selective Service...
Behind the fleeing Germans and Italians was a littered trail: ledgers, military manuals, permits for furloughs, letters from home; tins of Danish hams, Norwegian herring, Dutch sausages, French wines, Munich beer; trumpets, tubas, drums (to be used in Rommel's triumphal procession into Alexandria) ; women's underwear, silk stockings, cosmetics; brandy and champagne; arms, cannon, machinery, tanks; trucks trapped by sudden rains that had turned the marshlands around Buqbuq into seas of mud. Beside the coast road lay the German dead, grey faces hidden by the peaked caps of the Afrika Korps. Beside them lay their Italian allies...
Last week Norwegians heard their Propaganda Minister no longer. The last to see him were the villagers of Vage, a tiny hamlet on the Norwegian coast. In the dark of a Sunday evening, Lunde, with his wife and a district party leader, arrived in Vage to take the little ferryboat that went across the fjord to Andalsnes. The chauffeur drove the limousine out on the slip, got out and strolled aboard the ferry. An instant later, slip and ferry parted. The car teetered, plunged into the icy water...
...crest of a gigantic air bubble bobbed the head of the party leader. Lunde and his wife stayed down. The Norwegian skipper of the ferry dived into the fjord, came up gasping, dived again. But it was not until 7 o'clock the next morning that the bodies were hauled up with...