George Palmer - Torpedo

Soldiers of the press. This week torpedo. Captain. Captain sir. Yes, what is it? It's controlled sir. They've spotted something. Oh yes, what? The range finders picked up two unidentified planes sir. Left of convoy, angle of elevation five degrees.

Very well. Elegance to stand by. Hi, I sir. Stand by gun stations. Rangers and speed of those planes. Hi, I sir. Rangers and speed of those planes. The way, Captain. Oh, not at all, Papa.

You better stay close. Look, as if a story might be coming up. This isn't a stopping end. Rans, I hope. Can't you soon do it, Talia? Signalman, or a convoy to scatter. Why, either? Range still unidentified, but have German getacristics.

Sound general quarters. Anyway, L. range, range, I. Report range. Altitude, speed. Commence tracking. Commence tracking. Range 5000 yards. Action station.

1000 yards. 1000 yards. Oh, look at that now. 6,000 yards. The juries are running away. 1000 yards. I'll be damned. 1000 yards. Not torpedo planes at all. JU-52's probably taking Germans to Italy. No story for you this time, Pama.

Another time for you. I hope not, my boy. I hope not. The girls from General Quarters, the girls from General Quarters. Sir, for general father. During the past months we have brought you many stories by correspondence of the United Press.

A plane crashed in northern Burma and UP flashed you the story. A UP correspondent managed to slip across the Swiss border into German held Italy and you walked with him into Como. In short, United Press correspondents have been in almost every conceivable kind of action from a foxhole outside Munda to a giant bomber over Rome.