390 u-boat strike ... The great sun sets over the broad Atlantic; his red sheen gleams on the water, on a few lone fishing smacks. The Catalina drones overhead—watching ... A periscope breaks the surface. Only a feather of foam but Taffy spots it "On the starboard bow, sir" Alert! The bomber springs to life. All ready—nose down ... U-boat crash dives— Bo-o-m-m .... "Wonder if we hit her" "Yes—there she is! coming up again!" Give her the works Strike! Boom—Boom—Boom Great spouts of foam rise and disperse below.