1275psi
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Jim finally settles down into his chair. 'Now where was I?". For a moment you think that this old man has forgotten, that the mind has let that night go, but then he chuckles, and you see almost immediately that once this was a twenty year old, manning his bofors gun, wet cold, but ready to do his bit. 'You know that crummy saying.........it was a dark and stormy night?' 'I may of heard it once or twice" 'Well friend, this was one humdinger of a night. It was'nt cold, no, every goddamned wave was like taking a warm bath, and the rain was even warm..hard, falling stingingly hard........and you could hardly see jack........there was no moon that night you know., and it was beginning to cut up rough, short sharp swells, white caps." 'Did they slow you down?, the waves?' Jims face breaks into a smile......you see the pride there, see the devotion to a ship, to a Captain, to a crew he waves his hand dismissively.......'Not a bit, we were ploughing into it, straight on, 30 knots at least, i think we were going over the waves you know, over, through em, felt like a goddam submarine really" 'And you post was still the bofors gun behind the port bridge wing?" "Still was, yup, and loaded for bear........" Jim stands, moves to those shelves, takes a particularily small model in his hands, passes it to me "E class patrol boat. Submarine killing machines in the war........But we sorted em out" The model, small, but detailed tells you much, even for one who has little knowledge of ships. For it has only one real gun. Fletchers on the other hand, are crammed with them 'You know, I don't think they even knew we were there, until we lit them up.........." Jim see's them still, in his minds eye. he can still see every detail of that night The rushing waters, the noise of the sea, of the turbines, of the wind. The shouts, target port 270 degrees........swinging his gun, peering into the dark, the sudden bark, the starshell, those small ships, pitching and rolling in the waves, so brilliantly lit up. He remembers , remembers peering don the sights, squeezing the trigger, the jolt on his shoulders, the guns all about cracking.......... I see Jim pause..........and I see his trigger finger curl, as if re creating that night so long ago 'It did not last long that action, we took one each, 4 destroyers, 4 kills" And then the grin "But I think we attracted trouble............" The Ralph Talbot, Marshall, Stembell and Martin. Trouble. Few ships can say they found as much trouble as these..............and lived.
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