NOTE – If you missed Lost Seventy Years Ago Part 1 by Adam M. Grohman, it can be found in the July 2026 issue or on our website. As the rescue fleet headed for port, questions were being raised by reporters and the public alike.…
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The lookout kept a sharp watch on the barren rolling seas of the North Atlantic. He and the rest of the crew of the Life magazine expedition were scanning the horizon for a yellow oil drum that had been placed as a marker. On deck,…
Each month, an interesting aspect of the world’s oldest continuous maritime service will be highlighted. The men and women of the United States Coast Guard follow in the fine tradition of the brave mariners who have served before them. As sentinels and saviors of the…
The flight of twelve United States Navy aircraft lumbered one by one out of the twilight sky and slowly slid across the flat waters of Gravesend Bay. Under orders of the United States Navy, the aircraft were to assist in the already forty-plus-hour search for…
William Lyall had thoroughly enjoyed his day walking along the Atlantic City, New Jersey Boardwalk and taking in the sights and sounds of the seaside resort. As the hands of the clock approached eleven o’clock in the evening, he opened the window of his eighth-floor…
Chester A. O’Hara, the United States Customs roundsman strolled along the pier and casually offered a reminder to several of the impatient passengers to stay in line as he and his fellow customs officers neared the completion of their official duties. Two hour earlier, the…
Each month, an interesting aspect of the world’s oldest continuous maritime service will be highlighted. The men and women of the United States Coast Guard follow in the fine tradition of the brave mariners who have served before them. As sentinels and saviors of the…
Master Austin S. Fithian stood on the bridge wing, his eyes scanning the grey waters of the English Channel. Ahead of him were two ships in the port column of the ECM-17 convoy. As he leaned against the cold steel of the wing, he looked…
Captain Noah H. Moore struggled with opening the hatch as he entered the bridge. The fifty to sixty mile an hour rain-soaked winds whipped along the bridge wing. Finally able to pull the hatch shut behind him, he reached up and pulled off his soaked…
Captain Murray stepped onto the bridge and scanned the horizon. The gale-whipped waves crested as his charge, the S.S. Alaska of the Guion Line, neared the waters off Fire Island, Long Island. In the distance, he finally spotted the torch of a pilot boat approaching.…