 Italians patrol the shores of Austria, holding the Mediterranean sea lanes open for troop ships and food to pass. Destroyers conceal troop ships behind smoke screens. Hazardous work, for there are many enemy succorines beneath these blue waters. Along the Austrian coast, the Italians engage shore batteries. Meanwhile, the French steam out of Algiers to join a British squadron. The orders are secret. Only the commanders know their target is the Dardanelles. The German submarine falls upon the fleet. Suddenly a periscope is sighted. Torpedo boat destroyers go into action. Deck guns begin firing. Depth charges are dropped and the enemy disappears. The helispot lies at the end of the cruise, where Leander knew the currents and many other warriors. With battle flags at top mast, the British and French begin to shell the tackish defenses. The British are landing to spill their blood in a venture that failed. North sea, steaming out of Heligoland bite. Admiral von Scheer, the fleet's commander, hopes to fall upon a British squadron, destroy it and slip back into his base. And the Germans are out. And the Grand Fleet, 151 strong, is running out to meet the day. He's into line. He's beyond the horizon is von Scheer, the high sea's fleet, waiting. The German crew begins disabling. A doom is fired at the enemy's line, flies a signal, the submarine sighted. And again the destroyers begin an attack. Depth charge cans are dropped this time. And 300 pounds of nitro sinks down upon the radar. The kerch strip costs heavily in men and ships. The German fleet has missed its day. Fight again. I think George visits the fleet to honor England's heroes. A small Italian motorboat is on patrol. A battleship is sighted. The Austrian flagship, St. Steppen. A crew asleep. Days by the two explosions, men pace the decks. They stand by, waiting for the order to abandon ship. But the commander does not give the order. Men may die, but they will not give up their ship. Decks award. There is a fascination. Here is King Albert of the Belgians and his queen, held by this fascination. They meet Nunjeser, surviving 43-air victories to fall in a transatlantic flight. He takes King Albert over the lines. And here is Alfonso of Spain, come to wonder at these strange warriors. Santa is the red knight of Germany. He is shot down 81 planes. And will himself die soon beneath the blue smoke of British guns. Rick Coffin's flying circus becomes the byword of the Germans. He cruised high in the clouds, diving on his victims with flaming guns. Captain Vinny Mares, 22 years old, to the French, he is a Nile. A dead shot, 53 German planes fell beneath his fire. And he will follow them soon into death. Quentin Roosevelt lost his first battle and here he fell, shot down in flames.