Word: decking
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...Each one was a ship where a young lieutenant commander could learn the unforgettable lessons of his first command. On each one of these pitching, rocking sea horses, bluejackets could learn the strange, good-humored, hell-for-leather technique and attitude of the destroyerman; young officers, at duties on deck and below, or hanging to the overhead in wardroom bull sessions, could become Navy-the good, hard...
Flat-topped, lopsided but swift as a cruiser, an aircraft carrier at work is an ugly, color-splashed, noisy inferno. Launching her planes from the crowded flight deck, she throbs with the rumble of warming airplane engines. Hooded men in brilliant yellow, red, blue and green uniforms (to denote their functions) swiftly work the planes forward to take-off position. Every few seconds the roar of an engine in full throttle thunders through the echoing ship as another plane takes off. Only when the last bomber is in the air and the formations shrink into the sky does she settle...
...returns to character again when the planes come aboard. On a platform at her stern the signal officer brings them in. They plunk down with a bang into the arresting gear, while the parti-colored uniforms of her goblins appear and disappear from her mahogany-red deck. Compressed air sighs and hisses. Bells ring. Whistles blow as planes taxi forward and are whisked magically below to the hangar deck on high-speed elevators. Occasionally a siren wails like a seagoing banshee as a pilot overshoots and cracks up against the barrier (but seldom hurts himself or crew...
...still had their big house in Munich, entertained many U. S. engineers there. They took a vacation in Italy. In September, Rudolf Diesel set out for England to see a Diesel plant inaugurated there. He and two friends took a Channel steamer at Antwerp. They had dinner, strolled on deck, went to their staterooms. When the boat docked at Harwich, Diesel was not on board. No note, no clue, no trace of his body was ever found...
...open by a trim, broad bow, saw a tiny boat skim by, skittering off the tops of waves, pelting through others in a burst of spindrift. On her bridge they caught a quick glimpse of hooded men, goggled, drenched with spray, hanging on behind a tiny windshield. On her deck, if they got a good look, they saw four torpedoes, two glassed-in turrets housing twin machine guns. Then she was gone, a bellowing little boat that faded into the grey rain. Now & then another one would blurt past...