What about those who'd drowned in the convoy since midnight? They were dead... their dreams quashed by a devastating event. Poof! Gone! One minute breathing... the next not. What about loved ones who were awaiting their arrival in America? Their dreams were quashed, too, weren't they? How were the dead ones chosen? And the survivors? Some would say it was their destiny, the work of an omniscient God. Surely, purpose and meaning mattered, though, or why would God even cause their existence to occur, if only to end for some in such a questionable and unfathomable fate? Those other ships were sunk by German U-boat torpedoes, but not Johnny's? No one was given a choice... yet, he survived to write this autobiography.