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400 feet below the surface of the South Pacific, The heavy taste of chlorine gas sowing your mouth while somewhere up above you, searching through the night for you as an enemy destroyer met on sending the submarine and you to a murky death.

Listen now as escape brings you Richard Chand Lee's exciting story, pressure. November 6, 1944. USS Amberfish, SS-593, departed Pearl Harbor for her assigned patrol area, the East China Sea. She carried 82 men and 24 torpedoes. She was commanded by Lieutenant Commander Daniel Hall. Her record was zero. This was her fourth war patrol. On the 32nd

a patrol at 1700 hours, Amberfish surfaced off the southern coast of Japan. Vogue. Wouldn't you know it, Mac? If the sea doesn't run heavy, we get bogged. What can you find in this? What's the old man got planned for the night lieutenant? Routine. Night surface routine. You think the last night of patrol we've...

All it, all it. Are you boys? Captain. Evening, sir. That's a lousy night. What speed we making, Frank? About five knots, sir. One and two main engines on battery charge, number four on propulsion. Position.

About halfway through a sumi straight. Course 0, 4, 5. Radar has a cost of Q, Q, Q range, at approximately 15 miles of the port beam picking up the usual fishing boats. Aside from that?

Yeah. Nothing. 32 days and nothing for patrols and nothing. Sir, may I suggest something? Yeah, sure, Mac. Well, last night on patrol, sir, maybe we could go after one of those fishing boats, take some prisoners for intelligence and sink up by gunfire.