Yet, if convoying meant for us increased responsibility and keener solicitude, it was a new game which we learned to delight in. Some of these vessels would be full of Canadian troops. What would not U-boat commander chance if he could be sure that a couple of thousand soldiers might never reach France? The bait was enormous and tantalizing.
I have seen a convoy of merchantmen numbering 40—zig-zagging through the North Channel between Ireland and Scotland on a pitch-black night, and each vessel so close at times that a biscuit could have been thrown on board.
There was no need to signal: "Ships keep as close as possible to prevent submarine attack." Master mariners used their common sense, "Sunny Pictures Indoors
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