I have just watched the guns of the Prince of Wales, Britain's newest battleship, show their power and accuracy in a practice shoot. It was all over in a few minutes of terrifying sound and fury. With iis anti-submarine screen of destroyers. the 35,000-ton ship was pressing through the night at a good pace-I had stationed myself at one of the highest possible points on a platform many feet above sea level. Below on the gunnery platform ghostly hooded figures were at work—officers and men in monk-like duffle coats, some peering at instruments, others at the black sea. From my position the dimly-lit instrument dials before them resembled glowworms. The hiss of the wind through the rigging and the slight swish of the water as the battle ship cut through it were the only sounds.
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