What happened was there were eight Lasts; the first five came out of another port, and they went out into the Channel and waited. Now around dusk, with [the remaining three Lasts], when it came time for us to go out and rendezvous with them, we ended up with one escort ship. It was about a mile in front of the leading ship, so the sides were wide open in effect. My ship, the 507, is the last ship in line, which is bad.
— Angelo Charles Crapanzano
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