TheCodeBreakers
At 11 a.m.
Sunday, June 4, a clear day with a light breeze, he made sound contact
with the U-boat about 150 miles west of Cape Blanco, French West
Africa. Its captain was at lunch when a salvo of depth
charges slammed the peacefully gliding vessel, holing the outer hull
and convincing him that his ship was mortally stricken. He blew his
tanks and surfaced, and as his crew boiled out of hatches and the
conning tower and leaped into the sea, U.S.S. Pillsbury was lowering a
whaleboat carrying the boarding party.
A few moments later, it reached the abandoned sub, rocking gently in
the long Atlantic swells. Lieutenant (j.g.) Albert L. David, leading the
boarding party, and petty officers Arthur K. Knispel and Stanley E.
Wdowiak slipped through the hatch, raced forward to the radio room,
smashed open a couple of lockers, and grabbed the cryptographic
equipment—the current codebook with superenci-pherments, the
annaabi.ee 
