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All through the bombardment the President Adams and the other eleven transport ships kept moving in closer to shore. When we were off Puruata our own guns opened up, firing ranging shots from our three-inch battery. That way if anything came back at us from a shore battery we would have the right range. Nothing came back at us from the island, but our ship's gunners still sprayed it with bursts of twenty-millimeter fire as we passed abeam.
The Marine who'd been singing started up again as soon as we fired our last burst. We were slowly making our way toward our eight landing craft, ready for the signal to board. Apparently our singer was in a different LCVP and so his voice was getting farther away. He'd changed his tune now to one that had just become popular this year.