between him and its former occupant was comical. "Thanks," he said as I placed his food on the table. "How was your day?" I asked. The words were rushed; I was dying to escape to my room. "Good. The fish were biting... how about you? Did you get everything done that you wanted to?" "Not really -- it was too nice out to stay indoors." I took another big bite. "It was a nice day," he agreed. What an understatement, I thought to myself. Finished with the last bite of lasagna, I lifted my glass and chugged the remains of my milk. Charlie surprised me by being observant. "In a hurry?" "Yeah, I'm tired. I'm going to bed early." "You look kinda keyed up," he noted. Why, oh why, did this have to be his night to pay attention? "Do I?" was all I could manage in response. I quickly scrubbed my dishes clean in the sink, and placed them upside down on a dish towel to dry. "It's Saturday," he mused. I didn't respond. "No plans tonight?" he asked suddenly. "No, Dad, I just want to get some sleep."
capture them. [Codebreakers 329.jpg] Arthur Evans' decipherment of the message of 9:30 a.m., August 2, 1943, that reported the sinking of John F. Kennedy's PT109 Yet the importance of the crew should have been obvious to the Japanese from the many messages concerning it and from the search mission flown by P-40s, and a capture could not have caused them too much trouble, since on one occasion a Japanese barge chugged right past the island hideout of Kennedy and his crew. Even if they had been intercepting and reading the cryptograms, however, the Japanese may not have wanted to waste time looking for the Americans, since none of the messages specified their location. This excuse vanished at 9:20 a.m. Saturday morning, August 7. Two natives had found the sailors, who had moved to Gross Island, and had reported the find to Evans. He wrote a brief message: Eleven survivors PT
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