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Updated: June 26, 2025
With that they broke off and walked forward on the streets of Karlskrona large and mighty until they came to a high gate, which led to the shipyard. Just outside and on guard walked one of the navy's jack-tars, but the bronze man strutted past him and kicked the gate open without the jack-tar's pretending to notice it.
"I cannot extend the present Australian position until they arrive. See my No. M.F. 300, as to estimate of troops required, and my No. 304, 7th June, as to state of siege at Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. If I succeed the enemy's communications via Bulair and, with the Navy's help, via Asiatic coast should both be closed, as far as possible, by the one operation.
One of the big battleship's launches put off and steamed over, rolling and pitching on the waves. Most carefully indeed the three midshipmen climbed down a rope ladder and were received by an ensign from the "Massachusetts," who next gave the American Navy's profound thanks to the rescuers of the middies. "Kindly lower that United States property that was in our care, sir!" Dave Darrin called up.
Dodging with marvellous agility and craft three Army men who sought to bar his way, Dave went pantingly over the Army goal line -scoring a touchdown! What a fearful tumult ascended from the seats of the Navy's sympathizers over on the stands! The Navy had proved itself, by scoring the only touchdown. Lieutenant Carney groaned inwardly.
"If you're in such a blue funk over the Navy's chances, you'd better keep off the line-up," muttered Midshipman Dalzell. "Oh, I'm in no funk," returned Darrin, smiling. "However, I'm not going to be betrayed into any bragging until we've wiped the field up with the Army if we can." Rap-tap! came on the door. "I'll wager that's Farley," whispered Darrin. "Come in," called Dave.
Between the goal posts it went, dropping back of the line. Gloom had fallen over the middies, who realized that but three minutes time was left. Swiftly as could be, the line-up was made for the kick-off. It was the Army's turn to start the ball, the Navy's to come back with it, if possible, into Army territory. The Navy soon succeeded in getting the pigskin a trifle over the middle line.
Until 1942 I was never issued with a complete kit but over that period I was given some replacements of personal items; we also changed our WWI uniforms for battle dress. We didn't lose our leather bandoliers however and we were supplied with the Royal Navy's black leather gaiters. We were still not sartorially attractive.
Navy's quarterback, after a short run, placed himself to seize the arching pigskin out of the air. Then he ran forward, protected by the Navy interference. By a quick pass the ball came into Dave Darrin's hands. Dalzell braced himself as he hit the strong Army line. It was like butting a stone wall, but Darrin got through, with the aid of effective interference.
The State Department telegraphs me merely what the shipper says a partial statement. The British Government says, "We're sorry, but the Prize Court must decide." I am trying my best, God knows, to keep the way as smooth as possible; but neither government helps me. Our Government merely sends the shipper's ex-parte statement. This Government uses the Navy's excuse. . . .
Darrin, you will simply have to brace! Give us all the best that's in you, and don't for one instant allow any personal disappointments to unfit you. You'll do that, won't you?" "Yes, sir." Darrin certainly tried hard enough. Yet just as certainly the Navy's boosters shook their heads when they watched Darrin's work on the field. "He has gone stale," they said.
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