We carried top secret messages. I would have to go with an enlisted man to these little ships to take the messages at night. I rode in the sidecar of a motorcycle with my little pistol around my waist. Then I would get the captain of the ship up and give him the message. She was fortunate not to have lost any loved ones during the war, as so many did.
War is a funny thing in a way.
It just takes people hit and miss. We would break messages and get the latest from the front. You'd see it as news weeks later. It was eerie. There was so much coming in, they couldn't possibly get it all.