Marines were called when a band of this country's worst cutthroats made a frantic bid for freedom
Lying offshore in the early evening light, the 20 Marines in the PC boat could taste the thrill of excitement. Each could also taste the bitterness of salt water as the crowded craft bobbed and ducked in the grey waters of San Francisco Bay.
Up ahead, rising almost vertically from the water, lay "the Rock," and although the craft was still 200 yards away, the dull echo of rifle fire could be heard.
"They must be expecting us. I hear their reception committee warming up," one Marine grunted nervously.
"Yeah, but I'd rather land this way and be shot at than be on their welcoming committee," his companion returned.
Read Full Article »