For crewmen like Second Mate Alan Jones, the Merchant Navy convoys to the USSR are nerve-shredding voyages. Their every moment is filled with the realisation that, without any warning, a deadly attack can come from the skies, the sea…or beneath the icy, grey waves.
And when their convoy does come under attack from a U-Boat commanded by a fanatical Nazi, the searing flames of war scorch the ice of the frozen North Atlantic. And sometimes, even Allies can't be trusted…
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