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...Gibson designed Aviation, an excellent air war game, and bought up the rights to a French infantry war game, L'Attaque! In 1932 he put all three together in one package as Tri-Tactics. (Gibson sold a whole set of his war games for use in the wardroom of the lost British battleship H.M.S. Hood.) Twice bombed out of its posh showrooms and factories by the Germans, the Gibson firm now struggles to manufacture its product in what might be a ramshackle garage, its manufacture cut by priorities to 15%, its staff reduced to 10% of peacetime...
...wardroom of a nearby ship a group of officers, off duty, was watching the Dead End Kids in Tough As They Come. It was 2:51 p.m. when that most urgent of bugle calls, General Quarters, shrilled out on the speaker system. As the officers scurried up to their battle stations, one of them heard a ship's doctor say: "The Wasp got three fish...
...remember how he was stripped to the waist in the first instance, sweat pouring off him, and swearing heartily at the vagaries of putting ten shells where only nine should go. In the second instance, he returned the shoes and socks in good shape. He was a congenial wardroom companion as well, and kept us well entertained with stories of the fabulous man, his father. I well remember his devouring curiosity for all things naval, and was pleased to have him come to me with questions, although he was rightly a few months senior to me. After he left...
...were at sea, searching for subs. We had experienced fair luck for some days. Shortly after sunset last night, word came down to wardroom over bridge voice tube that contact had been made. We took station for depth-charge attack. . . . The sub was close aboard, less than 200 yards distant, on our starboard hand. The contact indicated a well-developed one, of the Nipponese variety (very popular with our ships). . . . The sub was sluggish in her movements-she maneuvered slowly, endeavoring to stay within our turning circle, and cross our wake. After a bit of maneuvering, we made our turn...
Back in the wardroom, we felt like a quiet celebration. It was our first sub of the day, and our first big one in some days. . . . Someone suggested a bridge game. We started it-our first in nearly three months. My partner, a young ensign from Chicago, maneuvered expertly until the bid was seven spades, doubled and redoubled. He laid down his hand-13 spades...