The destroyer edged closer and closer. It made a slight course change that left Clint Carter drifting off her starboard beam. He was taken with the ship’s gold-tasseled battle pennant emblazoned with a red rising sun. Bobby Chastain, swimming no more than fifty feet from the ship’s port side, could see the sailors lined up by the rail, dressed sharply in khakis and brightly polished brown boots. “They were watching us as we watched them.” It was then that Carter realized what was going on. “It appeared to me that every man on her deck was standing at attention, like a muster, giving us one big
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