mad about something? I mean, I know thereâs a sadness there, but are you mad . . . angry?â
Helen put down the plate and blinked. She hadnât really thought about it in that way, but answered honestly: âUm-hmm. Yes, maâam.â
âAre you angry with anyone in particular?â
Helen thought before she responded. When she did, it wasnât what Margaret expected. âYes, maâam, I am. And no offense, but before you ask me who Iâm mad at, Iâll just tell you the truth. Iâm mad at everybody. And if you asked me, âWhat about?â Iâd say, âAbout everything.â I donât want to be. I donât think I always have been. But I am just mad. All the time.â
Margaret opened her mouth to reply, but Helen kept talking: âMargaret, I donât want you to think that Iâm ungrateful. I appreciate so much what you have done for me. I love you all, but thereâs something wrong with me. I wake up angry. I dream wild, furious dreams. I donât mean to be, but Iâm mad at you for having Billy. Iâm mad at Billy for having you. Iâm mad at Danny because heâs so happy . . .â Without warning, Helenâs lip began to quiver, and big tears rolled down her face. âIâm sorry,â she said in a trembling voice before, at last, she broke down and wept bitterly.
As Margaret replayed the incident later in her mind, she recalled how the young woman had folded her arms tightly as she cried, holding herself, instead of reaching out to her friend who was present, as another person might have done. âThe poor child,â she told Billy that night. âShe feels alone in a way I canât quite understand. I just stood there and rubbed her back. I didnât think she was ever going to stop crying. When she finally did, we talked a bitâI donât think I helpedâthen she said she was sorry again for about the twentieth time and left. Lord, I wish there was a phone out at that cottage. I hope sheâs all right.â
AT MIDAFTERNOON, THE U-166 WAS MAKING A COURSE CHANGE. Hans Kuhlmann had followed his young radio operator down into the boat to find Schneider signing off and standing to relinquish the desk. âFor you, Commander,â the smug Nazi had said as he handed over a single slip of paper.
On it, Kuhlmann saw, Schneider had written a time and a specific longitudinal location. Also, in large script at the top of the page, the High Command code for this alteration preceded the message. This confirmed the authenticity of the instructions, however wary Kuhlmann might have been about receiving orders from Schneider. After all, this new location, with no further directive on what to do once there, appeared to be at least one hundred miles away from the previous orders of destination.
After calculations were made, the submarine, still running on the surface, executed a gradual turn to the right in an easterly direction. Now on a course of 28 degrees, the U-166 would arrive at her intended destination two hours after dark. Kuhlmann would run the last forty miles under water at a decidedly slower rate of speed. This, he determined, would allow the boat to avoid detection on the surface by the increased air and sea activity of a coastal population. Why, in Godâs name, he was to surface his boat in a precise location less than two miles off the Alabama coast, Kuhlmann hadnât a clue. But orders were ordersâdespite the commanderâs escalating sense of indignation at being forced to accept those orders from a man who was technically a civilian.
When Kuhlmann asked what the U-166 was to accomplish in the surfaced location, Schneider replied, âI will give you that direction when the time comes. The orders are fully authenticated by the High Command so, for the moment, do as you are told. You know as much as you need to know.â It is a good thing, Hans thought upon reflection, that
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