They have no bulk and bulk alone is what makes a thing visible at night. They cannot be heard above the noise of the submarine's own engines. The first plane was not seen till it flashed a recognition signal. Not knowing the proper Jap reply she dove, evidently quite astonishing the pilot who dropped no bombs, or, at any rate, none that exploded. The next two nights there were planes but no patrol boats and since the purpose of the Bergall's mission was not to furnish target practice for Japanese fly-fly boys she set sail for more fertile fields.
Sunsets are an overworked glory.
Frequently they are more gaudy than beautiful, but here there is a peculiarity of the atmosphere which combines with the majesty of the backdrop to produce a really fine spectacle. On the 29th, submerged, at 0320 the sound man reported the sound of screws nearby. Periscope sighting spotted a small craft similar to the one they had just sank two days earlier. Without radar, TDC settings or a sound bearing, the chance of the torpedo finding it's mark was doubtful. No explosion was heard and contact was lost.