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North Atlantic, April 8, 1943
Sixty seven merchant ships steamed in columns. The mid-ocean escort force had joined during the morning. By lunchtime, the local escorts had turned back to Halifax to refuel, replenish and to give the exhausted, wet crews a run ashore for laundry and booze. SC-123 was ready for action. A Canadian Liberator flew overhead. One would watch the convoy for the next thirty six hours before an American Privateer took overwatch responsibilities away from its shorter legged sister.
Fifty hours from now, another escort carrier, fresh from working up, and three destroyers would shepherd the flock through the black gap. Avengers and Wildcats would prowl and hunt along the edges of the convoy. This coverage would only be temporary until the Icelandic and Northern Ireland based Privateers, Liberators, Fortresses, Stirlings and Sunderlands could take over.
The crossing continued. Sonars pinged and HuffDuffs listened for the enemy that had taken fearful losses over the past five months.
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