~merican， has endured to<br >many years with the idea<br >ntil after I suggested it to<br >e had experienced during<br >three weeks， I spent eight<br >ions of that period. These<br >t~e of our efforts to kill or<br >npelled to put on paper.<br >s story. Literary license<br >incidents are as they oc-<br >ecollection， from my in-<br >my own memory of our<br >arned the nickname "the<br >I imagined it must have<br >urred as they did. Some<br >two or more persons， and<br > protect the feelings or<br >SUBMARINE ATTACK<br > Running silently far below the surface of the Pacific Ocean，<br >the S.S. Bluefin cruised southward one hundred miles east of<br >Formosa. For twelve hours it had tracked three 10，000-ton<br >transports and their three escorting destroyers by sonar. Aux-<br >iliary listening gear identified the destroyers engines from<br >those of the heavier and slower transports. Only once had the<br >sub s captain ordered the boat to periscope depth， and then<br >only for enough time to confirm the number of ships he<br >trailed.<br > He waited now for the directional sonar to tell him when<br >all three destroyers would be far enough away for him to<br >safely fire his torpedoes.<br > Aboard the second of the three ships， a muscular twenty-<br >nine-year-old Captain Sakae Oba watched as his company of<br >270 men clambered down a rope net from an upper deck，<br >then climbed back to the top to repeat the exercise. Beside<br >him， a younger and slightly rotund lieutenant also watched<br >the drill.<br > "Let s hope there ll be no need for them to use this train-<br >ing，" the chubby one said.<br > "Where they re going， they ll need every bit of training<br >they can get，" Oba replied. "We may be only a rear-echelon<br >IV<br >q<br >qi<br ><br >