In the summer of 1945, Martin Sheridan was no stranger to the silent, steel corridors of a submarine. As a war correspondent, he’d seen more than most. But aboard the USS Bullhead, he’d seen it all: the crack of deck guns, the eerie shimmer of a drifting mine, the close-call scrape with a Japanese convoy, and the pale dawns when a depth charge’s echo still rang in the ears. His Boston Globe article, published June 29, 1945, reads like a love letter to that boat and her men; a mosaic of danger, camaraderie, and cool defiance beneath the Pacific sun.