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...cruise missiles, prowl the South China Sea. Malacca is so shallow that subs must go through with at least their conning towers awash and therefore tend to make the passage at night. But the Indonesian navy believes fully submerged Soviet subs have been testing the deeper waters of the Sunda Strait off the southern tip of Sumatra and the Lombok Strait off Bali as alternative, less conspicuous ways of slipping into the Indian Ocean. The neutralist Indonesians are so concerned about Soviet penetration of their archipelago that they are considering asking the U.S. for submarine-detection equipment with which...
...remote and primitive Portuguese fiefdom of East Timor in the Lesser Sunda islands may have been the closest thing ever to a colony that no one really wanted. Discovered by the Portuguese in the 16th century, it has been theirs by default ever since. A mountainous wilderness roughly half the size of Maryland, East Timor has 650,000 inhabitants, mainly illiterate natives. Colonial mastery, such as it was, lay in the hands of an appointed governor, several hundred Portuguese militiamen, and a handful of coffee planters...
...June 1815, the British brigantine Nautilus surrendered to the American sloop-of-war Peacock after a battle in the Sunda Strait. In the days of relatively unsinkable wooden ships, captures were frequent. Perhaps the most remarkable of such achievements was that of French hussars who discovered a Dutch fleet helplessly frozen in at Texel in January 1795, and captured it by a cavalry charge across...
...survivors of Author McKie's title are ten men who went down with the Australian light cruiser Perth in Sunda Strait at 12:25 a.m. on March 1, 1942 and came up again to tell the tale. They told it after the war to Author McKie, an Australian newsman, who writes in a brisk style that makes for good reading, if for something less than the national epic he frankly says he intended...
...night Lieut. Gillan and several hundred of his shipmates went swirling down Sunda Strait toward the Indian Ocean through waters slick with oil and glaring in the searchlights of the triumphant Japs. In the morning a raft full of wounded and exhausted sailors saw the sight of their lives-Gillan sitting elegantly on a large plank, dressed in nothing but his Mae West and an officer's pith helmet. As he swept by. the lieutenant politely tipped his topi and remarked in clipped tones, "Good morning, gentlemen...