Clinton B Conger - Night Patrol

Soldiers of the press. This week, night patrol. Stand right apart. I'm standing. I'd also like to share if known. I'm Clinton B. Conger, United Press. You're my credential. What's your business here, Mr. Conger?

I don't know. The Admiralty informed me this afternoon that if I came down here tonight, the boys would see to it that I had an interesting time. I was told to say, Strawberry Control. Yes, sir. I'll think you'll have an interest in Tom, all right?

But you're my son in this picture. United Press Staff Coruscabon Clinton B. Conger signed a waiver releasing the British government from responsibility in case of injury or death. Then he was taken down deep into a great concrete structure along the waterfront.

Thus began one of the many exciting adventures of United Press Staff Coruscabons who bring you eyewitness accounts of world news as it happens. Listen to Clinton B. Conger's story of Night Patrol. Hey Roger, this rehulls, Lance.

Hiya, Fraser. Hey, what's the pitch here? Where are we headed for? Holland. I don't want to go to Holland. They've got Germans there. That's just where we're going. It's the same. I promised me an interesting time, but that's after to be just a little too interesting.

How are we getting to Holland, if I may ask? Motor torpedo boats. You know, we call them PT boats back home. Oh, murder. I get seasick as a dog just looking at a full of goldfish.

I sort of stood in bed. You should. I cried loudly and fervently, but just the same I was pretty excited about the whole thing. I was going to get my first ride on one of Britain's highly secret patrol boats that sweep across the English channel nightly to disrupt German shipping.