Robert Vermillion - Atlantic Convoy

Soldiers of the press this week Atlantic convoy. There you go, mag. That's playing the ball coming aboard. Here, give it up.

Alright, Borsen, because the hatches turn to the gangs for an hour. Hey, I see. Dog down all hatches. Gangs full of them turn to one. Hatches being secured. Standing by to cast off. Fine, McDonough.

We've clearance for 1630. We'll be underway in half an hour, engineer. Right, sir. Anytime you say. So at an east coastport, another ship loaded with life for American troops and their allies, with death for the Axis, moves out to cast anchor in the harbor.

She is ready now for the formation of her convoy and the boarding of her passengers. Among them are two United Press correspondents, Robert Vermillion and R.W. Richards. Both are bound for assignments in UP's London Bureau.

This is their story of their voyage through the sea lanes of the Atlantic, where Hitler's wolf packs of submarines seek to curb the flow of the weapons of war to Britain, Russia, North Africa. And I witness account by correspondence Robert Vermillion and R.W. Richards of one convoy's battle with the U-boats, of vivid picture from their U-pedis patches of the sort of thing that

happens un-clinicaled almost any day or night somewhere in the Atlantic. Have passports and credentials ready? Have them in order for the immigration officer? Have them ready, please. Yes, it's alright sir. You're next. Long with United Kingdom.

Yes sir. May I see your credentials please? Any answer? All in order I believe. Let's see now, you're Robert Vermilion. That's right. I know you wouldn't believe it from the passport photograph, but I'm a million of United Press, pound for London.