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...pulled. Nothing happened. They dug a trench around her, dredged a channel through 830 yards of shoals back to the channel. They pumped off all her oil, blasted tunnels under her with high-pressure hoses, got more tugs. Several hundred bluejackets raced from the port side to the starboard side and back, sallying ship in an effort to free her ample bottom from the sucking mud. Nothing happened...
...work on them. Admiral Sir John Tovey, commander of the Home Fleet, ordered every available ship deployed to bring them to battle. Then, on the evening of May 23, as the cruiser Suffolk hugged the mist between Iceland and Greenland, Able Seaman Newell let out a hail from, starboard. There, 14,000 yards away, were the Bismarck and the Prinz Eugen. The Suffolk ducked back into the fog in a hurry (the Bismarck's guns had a range of 40,000 yards), then gingerly shadowed the big ship by radar through the night until the British battle cruiser Hood...
Early one morning last week, the 1,470-ton British sloop Amethyst steamed slowly up the Yangtze toward Nanking. On her starboard hand, massed for the assault across the river, lay the Communist armies. The Amethyst, with a 17-ft. Union Jack painted on each side of her grey steel hull, plowed the yellow-silted waters with assurance, a frail symbol of waning Western power in China. The Amethyst was to stand by the Chinese capital to protect British citizens. She never made...
...darkness before dawn things began to go wrong. On the flight engineer's board, instrument needles flickered away from their reassuring positions. An outboard engine began to lose oil; it flowed back over the wing like blood in the moonlight. The plane began to shudder; the far starboard engine died. Its feathered prop stood stark and motionless. The plane rumbled on uneasily, unevenly. The other starboard engine sputtered and died, and the craft began to lose altitude. Up forward, the radio operator methodically clicked out an SOS, giving his position. The white-faced passengers cinched themselves into life jackets...
...boat and I came down on his flat, slippery hump." The young lobsterman swore he dug his fingers into the whale's hide and rode him like a horse. "Then," he said, "the whale sounded. That was my chance, and I took it-I abandoned him to starboard and started swimming...