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Out of the Depths: An Unforgettable WWII Story of Survival, Courage, and the Sinking of the USS Indianapolis Paperback - 2016
by David Harrell; Edgar Usmc Harrell
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- Title Out of the Depths: An Unforgettable WWII Story of Survival, Courage, and the Sinking of the USS Indianapolis
- Author David Harrell; Edgar Usmc Harrell
- Binding Paperback
- Edition Reprint
- Condition Used - Very Good
- Pages 208
- Volumes 1
- Language ENG
- Publisher Bethany House Publishers
- Date 2016
- Illustrated Yes
- Features Bibliography, Illustrated, Maps
- Bookseller's Inventory # G076421764XI4N10
- ISBN 9780764217647 / 076421764X
- Weight 0.65 lbs (0.29 kg)
- Dimensions 8.4 x 5.5 x 0.5 in (21.34 x 13.97 x 1.27 cm)
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Themes
- Chronological Period: 1940's
- Religious Orientation: Christian
- Library of Congress subjects United States, World War, 1939-1945
- Library of Congress Catalog Number 2013047196
- Dewey Decimal Code B
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From the jacket flap
To keep us all together through the massive crests of waves, our dwindling little group formed a circle and fastened our life jackets to one another. Those who didn't have a jacket hung on to someone who did.
As our bodies baked in the open sea, we began to realize that the sun was transitioning from friend to foe. It soon blistered our previously chilled and now exposed flesh. We tore our clothing to make protective hoods, but the ultraviolet rays reflecting off the water still managed to find our skin. The bright glare forced us to squint our eyes until our facial muscles became utterly exhausted. Our eyes also burned from the caustic saltwater waves that constantly splashed our faces.
Late on that first day, around dusk, we had company. To our horror, we saw several large black dorsal fins cutting through the water and circling our group. I cannot describe the fear . . .
As our bodies baked in the open sea, we began to realize that the sun was transitioning from friend to foe. It soon blistered our previously chilled and now exposed flesh. We tore our clothing to make protective hoods, but the ultraviolet rays reflecting off the water still managed to find our skin. The bright glare forced us to squint our eyes until our facial muscles became utterly exhausted. Our eyes also burned from the caustic saltwater waves that constantly splashed our faces.
Late on that first day, around dusk, we had company. To our horror, we saw several large black dorsal fins cutting through the water and circling our group. I cannot describe the fear . . .