Central Atlantic Ocean, June 9, 1943
The big Privateer circled. Kennedy kept his eyes on the horizon even as his copilot watched the new mine enter the sea with a splash. This was the patrol wing’s first combat drop of the new weapon. The U-boat had been spotted on the radar sixty two miles in front of another troop convoy carrying replacements for the 7th Army and a newly ready infantry division that would be camping down in Algeria until the next campaign. This was the last of the new divisions being committed to the Mediterranean for the summer. There was no where else to train them.
Two minutes later, the surface was broken. A heavily damaged submarine had broached. There was a man size hole near the screws and the bow was increasingly pointed upwards. A dozen men were already in the water, and more were following them every second. Thirty four seconds later, the conning tower was back under water. Forty seconds after that, the last man’s head popped to the surface.
The big patrol bomber circled again. The squadron commander held the four engine aircraft steady and slow and descended to two hundred feet over the calm sea. Red dye markers and smoke floats were dropped along with a life raft. As the bomber climbed back to its patrol altitude, a radio message was sent. Six hours later, a wooden submarine chaser, detached from the convoy, picked up the prisoners.
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