Cinderellas of the fleet . iatic I should like to see it. The sudden gales that howl downfrom the Albanian mountains whip up the sea in a frightful a day cooking was an impossibility and eating became a fineart, of the impressionistic school, to be sure, plastered all over onesperson, as it were. Fritz, too, seemed to take a delight in adding to our discomfortsby choosing nights for his time for trying to sneak through. Thatusually meant an all-night hunt, with all hands at general quarters,tearing around in the darkness at full speed, hoping that a stray float-ing mine doesnt get
Cinderellas of the fleet . iatic I should like to see it. The sudden gales that howl downfrom the Albanian mountains whip up the sea in a frightful a day cooking was an impossibility and eating became a fineart, of the impressionistic school, to be sure, plastered all over onesperson, as it were. Fritz, too, seemed to take a delight in adding to our discomfortsby choosing nights for his time for trying to sneak through. Thatusually meant an all-night hunt, with all hands at general quarters,tearing around in the darkness at full speed, hoping that a stray float-ing mine doesnt get you before you get him. Our luck held to the end,though. During daylight we found many mines that had been sownby Fritz to reap a harvest of chasers, but during our night running aprotecting angel must have flown with us, for none of them everfound its mark. At Otranto, Italy, an Allied airplane station was located which theenemy seemed to have a particular dislike for. They never seemed to 102 THE CIXDERELLAS OF THE FLEET. The crew of the 2i27 as the loved ones at home pictured them and as they looked on the Otranto Barrage. Lieut. Walter P. Groszman, at the left, has been awarded the Xavv Cross. THE CIXDKRELLAS OF THE FLEET 103 tire of ^ it. I witnessed three such raids from out at sea, andwonderful siijhts they were. Suddenly a shrapnel shell wnuld be seenbursting high up over the city, and then for an hour the liomliard-ment would continue. Weird sights they were. On the Albanian side could be seen, also at night, llu- lKa\\- ar-tillery fire from the Balkan line. Surface raids by the enemy were the bug-bear that constantly hungover our heads, for the more elYective we became the greater becametheir desire to annihilate us. Fortunatclw our intelligence sourceswere always able to get the information of contemplated raids, and inturn theirs found out that we knew of their plans, causing them togive up for the time being. Had hostilities continued very muchlonger, they
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