Cuttlefish
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July 19, 1944 Location: Kagoshima Course: Southwest Attached to: TF 23 Mission: Air combat System Damage: 0 Float Damage: 0 Fires: 0 Fuel: 472 Orders: Await further orders --- The first of two flights of planes to overfly the bay arrives late in the morning from the southwest. The leader of the flight seems to want to put on a show because the planes come in low, roaring in formation over the anchored warships before heading inland for the airfield. These are N1K2 fighters and they make an impressive sight. Aboard Hibiki they count forty-eight planes. The second flight arrives mid-afternoon. These planes, P1Y twin-engine bombers, arrive from the south and from them there is no ostentatious display. The eleven planes in the flight come straggling in over a period of twenty minutes and even from the ground they look battle-worn and tired. Riku spends much of the day ashore trying to secure some of the region’s specialty foods, such as smoked eels, for the ship’s stores. When he is at last off duty he finds himself not far from the airfield. He stops by one of the popular watering holes in the area and quickly finds himself in conversation with one of the fighter pilots whose arrival they saw that morning. “You liked our little show?” says the pilot, obviously pleased. He has a bristling moustache which helps conceal the fact that he is young, probably not yet twenty. “We came in all the way from Takao this morning and arranged that with hand signals. We wanted to show everyone that we are ready to take on the American pilots!” “You have been training in Takao?” Riku asks. The pilot takes a drink. “Oh no. We have been in China, at Wuhan, for the last couple of months. The Chinese have conveniently left some soldiers on a highway near Changsa and we have been out almost every day bombing and strafing them. How they would dive for the ditches when we appeared!” He laughs. “I imagine that strafing Chinese soldiers is good practice for facing American pilots,” murmurs Riku politely. “You bet!” boasts the young pilot. “We are experts at handling our planes now. Before China we spent half a year at Sasebo training every day. We did mock dogfights there and learned our craft well. When we were ready we went to China and now we are back and ready for battle.” He takes a drink. “I am personally going to shoot down twelve enemy planes. At least.” “I wish you luck,” says Riku sincerely. “The enemy is said to have good planes, though.” “I have heard the same thing,” says the pilot. “But these Shidens of ours are better. We started at Sasebo with Reisens, and those were not bad planes, but they can’t compare to the Shiden. Any enemy pilot who crosses our path is in for trouble, let me tell you.” He finishes his drink. “Well, there is a town full of young women out there who are no doubt eagerly awaiting me. Good luck to you, sailor.” He claps Riku on the shoulder and leaves. Riku sips his drink. The man seated to the other side of him gives a low snort. Riku turns to see another pilot. This one’s uniform is considerably more worn and despite the fact that he is probably around Riku’s age he seems somehow much older. Perhaps it is the lines around his eyes. Riku catches his eye and the man shakes his head. “So young,” says the pilot. “I thought of telling him what it is like to sit down at mess and have half the chairs empty, chairs that used to be filled with your friends and comrades, but he will learn. If he lives.” He stares down into his drink. “My friends and I, we flew bombers out of Ulithi against the enemy invasion fleets at Guam. We torpedoed many enemy ships. But then they invaded Ulithi and we pulled back to Palau. We sank and damaged more ships. But every day the enemy seemed stronger and every day there were fewer of us. We started out with twenty-seven planes and crews and by the end we were down to seven. We picked up the last four planes from another group two days ago and were finally sent home.” “You’ve had a rough time,” says Riku. “I am sorry to hear about your friends. But it sounds like you hurt the enemy.” “Oh yes,” says the man moodily. “We did. But there are so many of them now. They keep coming no matter what you do and one by one your friends die.” Riku says nothing and after a moment the man lifts his head again and looks at him. “Forgive me. I do not mean to talk in such a way, it is just that I am so tired.” “You will rest here and get your strength and spirit back,” says Riku. “I am sure you are right,” says the pilot. “I hope so. Because the enemy is not stopping at Ulithi, no matter how many ships we sink.”
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