1275psi
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6/3/43 A strange day We have been at instant alert for the entire day, and it is very wearing. One can walk about the flight deck, grab a hurried meal, but basically we just wait for news and orders in the ready room. Last night our battlewagons hammered Adaman island, and recieved no counter fire. No sign that we are actually going to invade the place though. Around lunch our captain came down and informed us that "since Adaman has been nuetralised, we can now safely stage our tankers in this area -a strike on Tricomalee is our next objective -we still seek the british fleet" The fleet turned north, and we relaxed somewhat, no signs of enemy action. Then, about 1 Pm, as we steamed due North, a sudden change. First the great fleet suddenl sprouted a thousand flags, and we dramatically slowed down. "prepare for instant flight!" Then, as we awaited the target, are we going to night attack!?, came yet another order. Stand down.! Confusion! Then slowly, slowly the fleet turns due south! Rumours abound! And then , finally, the news spreads like wildfire through the ship. The british fleet has been sighted -in its entirety -approaching batavia! And then again -the call to the ready room. Our beloved squadron commander has a grim look on his face. gentlemen -the enmy are approaching batavia -far too far away for our fleet to intercept. Therefore -being equiped with the longer ranged AM2, we are given the task of flying south to batavia -where as many planes as can be spared are being rushed! Batavia!!! It will be the longest flight for fighters I have ever heard off. other fighters are going to palembang -the shorter range planes Singapore. Too late to even think about the judgement of this decision -we are going! We have arrived. It is dark -somehow, somehow we only lost 1 man enroute. I had less than 1 gallon of fuel left. We missed batavia -have landed inland, somewhere south. All is confusion., the base is not ready for us. Totally exhuasted, can they expect us to attack tonight, or tomorrow! I can barely move, let alone fly! Its 3.00 am A terrible thunder from the north. It goes on and on, and on. No thunderstorm this -the sounds of battleships roll towards us. The bombers here are being frantically loaded. No torpedoes available. how will the Sallies go. The Tonies are reving. As the sun breaks -we race to our planes. The army will attack -we will be CAP!
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