The Yankee mining squadron : $b or, laying the North Sea mine barrageBelknap, Reginald Rowan
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The Yankee mining squadron : $b or, laying the North Sea mine barrage
Belknap, Reginald Rowan
Submarine mines; United States. Navy; World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations -- Submarine
Accordingly, after making the preliminary inspection of each new ship,
I spoke to each ship’s company, partly to comment on their work so far,
but chiefly to enlist the best efforts of each individual. Rumor and
conjecture were the sources of all they had learned hitherto of the
work ahead of them. Now they were told something of its magnitude and
importance—that it had been regarded as doubtful of accomplishment, but
their squadron commander had promised success in their name, promised
the kind of success that comes only with the best teamwork throughout
the ship and by all ships in the squadron. Every man should realize that
now, in war, his utmost was called for, as never before in his life; that
however simple and unimportant his duty might seem, it was his to do,
and he was counted on not to be content that any other man’s work should
be better done, and that, in our work, prolonged through hours, the
attention must never slacken—the 600th mine must be as carefully tended
as the first. The men gave the closest attention—not an eye wavered,
hardly a muscle moved—giving back such confidence that, on board the
_Canonicus_, which I had found in fine condition, I could wind up with,
“And when the last mine is out, the only signal I expect to send to you
is ‘_Canonicus_ well done’!”
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE FIRST MINELAYING EXCURSION
The eve of our first departure was drizzling and misty. Attempts for some
advance sleep were of no avail—too much pressure had directly preceded.
When 11 o’clock came without sign of the two ships due from the inner
anchorage in Beauly Basin, we in the flagship wondered why. The tide was
falling, another half hour passed—would they never come? Signals and
radio failed to get through. Very soon, if not already, they would be
unable to pass through the new dredged channel. At last, near midnight,
they appeared. The pilots had been delayed through a misunderstanding on
shore, in itself slight—but it was a narrow escape from being 10 hours
late, which, on our first operation, would have made a bad impression,
without and within.
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