Two hours real time, off Port of Spain. My IXc vs. an American Uber DD - a lousy old 4-stack Clemson class of all things. I almost shook him a couple times; he'd move off to about 1500m or so - just enough to make me think he was taking off - and then come in again without a single active ping. Finally, in exasperation, I told Wolfgang to turn on the gramaphone and we'd all sing until the destroyer left. If Curt Jurgens cand do it, so can I. We died shortly thereafter.
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Jack's happy days will soon be gone,
To return again, oh never!
For they've raised his pay five cents a day,
But they've stopped his grog forever.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
But tomorrow we'll be sober.
- "Farewell to Grog"
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