The speedboat pulled alongside and strong hands caught hold of Stan.
The Spitfire stayed with Stan until the speedboat pulled alongside
“Up you come, me hearty,” a seaman shouted.
Stan was so chilled he had to hang on to the arm of the sailor to keep his knees from buckling.
“A bit chilly, eh?” a young officer asked. “Come along. We’ll wrap you in a newfangled blanket your Uncle Sam just furnished us.”
“It wasn’t exactly a Turkish bath,” Stan admitted.
“I’ll radio in for an ambulance,” the officer said as he helped Stan wiggle out of his soggy clothes and into the electrically heated blanket.
“No ambulance,” Stan said. “I’ll catch a ride over to my base with someone.”
“The ambulance is the fastest way,” the officer said.