Navy Boys Behind the Big Guns Sinking the German U-Boats

When Philip Morgan announced his approach by an unusually cheerful strain, Al Torrance was already behind the steering wheel of his father's car, with the engine purring smoothly. «'Lo, Whistler,» Al said. «Thought you had forgotten where we planned to go this morning. What made you so late?» «'Lo, Torry. Never hit the hay till after one. Just talking. My jaws ache,» Morgan broke off his whistling long enough to say. «Sure it isn't whistling that's made your jaws ac