Looking at wrecks sunk wholesale was no longer any novelty to me. In the Red Sea, where I had been flung immadiately we were shoved into World War II.
My story begins on Jnauary 1, 1942. Two and a half years out of the Naval Academy, and fresh out of Submarine School,
Commander Edward P. Stafford, an aviator, has produced, by means of truly remarkable detailedresearch on of largevariety of boats